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Whispering At Vespers
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Whispering At Vespers |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows 
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. "I miss the old days and the flowers, and the power of the people when we marched and sang, each soul with a sign sharing dope and sex and screw cap wine, declaring freedom and our rights to be alive." There was more to those days you know, than fun and how the world should be in the abstract outside the borderlines of hopes and schemes, it seems that we, survivors all, try to rewrite our histories so our dreams are peaceful and have room for pillows stuffed with lotus blossoms lavender, hops and IRAs; within them shines a future yet begun, but there are no remember-whens that will be accepted in payment of the taxes on today's reality I am traveling through fields of illusion searching for a talisman lost among shadows looming from the foothills of my misspent youth, I had almost forgotten how comfortable it gets to be here in the evenings as the sun of sensibilities sets early behind the twisted mountains soaring through the accepted madness of my life; how quiet life becomes, when you leave with all the other dilettantes and poseurs who flaunt their lies and masks and like mist evaporate to hide and fabricate more memories of never land, and wait for dawn while praying to be safe from monsters in the dust feeding on realities you sincerely wish had never been; my body, broken and healed more times than it should have endured, is stooped and bent around a soul though scarred beyond your dreams standing straight and braced against the racing flexing winds of night, my body, is tired craving sleep the sleep of longest night, the best of life's last reward the end of hesitation, surcease of heart's explanation letting go the final frantic grasp the last desperate gasp drowning in a sea of life whose nourishment no longer waits to be absorbed. ©2007 by icebox . |
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Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
what a good old time. I heard the sigh. I felt the gladness of past and sadness of now I read out the desperate but more in the poem is the power and strength. enjoyed. |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
I am traveling through fields of illusion searching for a talisman lost among shadows looming from the foothills of my misspent youth, I had almost forgotten how comfortable it gets to be here in the evenings yanno, I ponder if ours was actually misspent, or...perhaps, exactly as it was supposed to have been... cheer up, you have many friends who were there to... thank you for the marvelous walk down memory lane...my oh my, were we ever naive then? There were good days and some rainy ones...muddy concerts, and sunny ones, the in-be-tween times were marvelous....for me, many many fantastic hours by the ocean....  fantastic writing |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
Past is a place that never was, and future is a place that may never be, and now is balanced on the whim of fate. And it is always too late. I enjoyed your poem, it made me think. Nan (Pilgrim variety) |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
You are so strong, but unlike some, you know your strength. I would not be afraid to hug you. such a gentle man ye be...and interesting. One of the finest story tellers I know, too. |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
there are so many of us that can join you in "feel"... one of your best  M |
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Meggen Junior Member
since 2007-04-26
Posts 15St. Paul, Mn |
yeah, this is good. must have felt like nice to get out on paper. Megg. |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
"There was more to those days you know, than fun and how the world should be" I miss those days too sometimes outstanding icebox |
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