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I'm Absent, Your Heart
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I'm Absent, Your Heart |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration 
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I'm Absent, Your Heart (c) 2009 C.G. Ward ----- the tarmac is bland. the sun, dim, and shy, and sorrowful. we waved the flag, red and white and black and blue. it simmered, yanked insecurity from insubstantiality. the government, it is chill, a reenactment of purpose, parody of completion. i called, you cried, we sang egyptian songs as if past lives meant something more than the dreams we remember and the ones we dismiss. the government, it is base, reflective, if not a reflection. wind, silent, furious, kissed my temple, fortified resolve... met distance. yet the flightless birds moved us onward, the hopeful carrying the meek. the government, it sucks, the life, the will, the hope. and you will eat it and smile and whine and go home to your HDTV to watch American Idol in protest. //--// i'm absent, your heart. //--// see -- what you always forget is that i have counted the stars, and named three for you. and this: one for mother, a dozen for myself. if that doesn't say it all, then you weren't paying attention. |
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SEA 
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
"i called, you cried, we sang egyptian songs as if past lives meant something more than the dreams we remember and the ones we dismiss" the last thing you are, is absent in my heart!  I LOVED that part Kissy...  |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
enjoyed your special touch : "i called, you cried, we sang egyptian songs as if past lives meant something more than the dreams we remember and the ones we dismiss." M |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
When you post ... I read |
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Greeneyes
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind |
oh wow! just wow! ~~**~~ |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
"i called, you cried, we sang egyptian songs as if past lives meant something more than the dreams we remember and the ones we dismiss." can relate to this Christopher...I see nothing has changed, you're stilll good! Enjoyed and thank you :-) |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
Thanks all. LOL -- Looks like I could have just posted that one stanza and been fine.  |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
Sometimes, when I come back here I dig through pages...and I find gems like this.. It is a blessing to read you again, m'friend. |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Extremely well written, my friend...and right on the money... j. |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
what you always forget is that i have counted the stars, and named three for you. and this: one for mother, a dozen for myself. if that doesn't say it all, then you weren't paying attention. When what's being said isn't what one wants to hear, we can be willfully deaf. *S* I love this, C... even if I must now reexamine my AI addiction! LOL |
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Roniece Dawson-Bruce Member Ascendant
since 2000-01-29
Posts 5689Sydney, Australia |
Christopher.. this is such a wonderful poem.. loved it.. will come back to read again.. actually I will just add it to my library Bisous de Paris RDB Be kind at heart....for everyone you meet has their own battle to fight......... |
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Christopher
Moderator
Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
Thanks, all. It's amazing, but even after all this time (over ten years, wow), I still appreciate the feedback and the wonderful sharing of thoughts. |
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