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D.Lester Young Senior Member
since 2001-12-08
Posts 1219Austin, Tx |
Trapped Recesses One step too far, another too near. Dream appear vivid, to disappear livid. Nightmare rides twisted, fairy tale fear. Daydreams lucid turns, fermented rancid. Boiling disillusions in emulsion distortions Congealing admission soul search emotions. Shadows swallowed nucleus ingredient lotion Shades simmering premonition proportions. Breeding knees, kneel on veins shattered shards. Blast imploding beats, heart exploding rounds, Mangled parts boiling turmoil pain incision sharp. Deaf mute screams silence erupting aloud sound. Breathing needs, heal in raindrop tear bandages Soaking up recessed wound’s negative gravity sores. Ranting Free Will venting release in stored rages Upon positive mood swing expunging cancer’s core. Volatile eruption spewing forth force of word’s sword Blade dagger point pen penetrating ink stain marks. Flow in lava channeling characters of being restored, Burning venom fangs into paper pressure therapy larks. Weathered storm tranquility of hostility under control, Hurricane encapsulated inanimate contained aftermath Fury spread across cellulose fibers to enlighten a soul. Compost pyre set on flame of Phoenix’s peace afterburner. David Lester Young 07/27 to 07/28/09 © all rights owned by author De-Terminated poet, somewhere in America not on company time |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
"Weathered storm tranquility of hostility under control, Hurricane encapsulated inanimate contained aftermath Fury spread across cellulose fibers to enlighten a soul." Very interesting work here, I enjoyed. |
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D.Lester Young Senior Member
since 2001-12-08
Posts 1219Austin, Tx |
Kaoru Thank You for your comment I appreciate it. It is sometimes about all the turmoil we hold inside and builds pressure that in the needed hurricane aftermath expulsion of putting all that emotion onto paper, we can heal inside fresh air. We can then take that paper and destroy it if we want, never hurting anyone. The fact is in doing so, no person felt the storm, and therefore no scars were made. |
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jbstillwater Member
since 2009-07-03
Posts 216Albuquerque, New Mexico |
Yes, Dave...and for some inexplicable reason, it is always "all right" God, I love the miracle that is life! Jan |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
~ letting it all out is what being a writer's all about! Whew! What a relief it is! It's better than taking an Alka-Seltzer!   Linda |
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D.Lester Young Senior Member
since 2001-12-08
Posts 1219Austin, Tx |
jbstillwater Thank You for your words, and yes it is the miracle of life that drives one forward, even in the total darkness, where a glimmer of hope is somehow seen. Earth Angel Thank You and yes the poet must at times write butterfly wings of fresh air. This poem felt good when I completed it and in fact rereading it releases more fresh air. Alas, what is a enlightened poet with a bleached blank white page with white ink, but a censored visionary quicksand poet of peroxide weathered time. |
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