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Michael
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0 posted 2011-12-03 05:53 PM



Another Nothing



I’m up before the dawn again,
Trying to steal a moment’s peace.
Before the noise starts creeping in
And panic starts to increase.
Where everybody’s talking
But saying nothing at all,
And the thin line I’m walking
Only leads unto a fall…

Where the world crashes around me,
Leaving chaos in its wake.
Where endless victims surround me,
But everyone’s on the take.
Another day trying to be
Something to someone outside.
Another nothing to remind me
I’ve got nothing left but pride.

And so I fall in step – in line –
Mass production in full swing!
Done casting pearls before swine,
Praying for awakening.
Becoming a single entity,
Losing all human traces…
We sacrifice identity
To the void look on our faces!

Till there’s nothing left but instinct,
And primal urge, if in vague form.
But nothing to you is distinct
When you’re no longer of the norm.
Society, an inbred fallacy,
Striving to amount to something…
Lost in the mindless misery
Of another day… another nothing!



Michael Anderson

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Nicole
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1 posted 2011-12-03 06:23 PM


Ah... but identity isn't what we wear on the outside, is it?  Sometimes that turning, inward, is necessary to persevere; erecting the walls, to be one of the faceless many.  But...what is in here (tapping chest), where Self and Faith live, that is something that no one can take away.
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2 posted 2011-12-04 08:23 AM


Michael...Wow man, I don't know how you do it but you invade my mind everytime I read you poetry. It's like I become one with the words you've written. This one has a perfect ending in my book. Thanks for sharing...Paul

~~To share my poems with you is to share my heart with you~~
Paul

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3 posted 2011-12-04 12:48 PM


Now this is too real!  I see so many drones every day Michael, not willing to take the chance to live their life in truth to self.  I traded in that suit a long time ago, for two different socks, and shoes and I wear my new clothes well.  
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4 posted 2011-12-04 08:04 PM


You give us so much.  I don't have much to say, except you move me.  Thank you.  Just thank you.

Alison

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5 posted 2011-12-04 10:18 PM


I could copy every line here... because every line squeezed my heart. And I could repeat Nicole's and Paul's and Alison's responses... because I agree with all they said. Adaptations and fitting in are often necessary for survival... but these words shine with the beauty of the man residing behind that void look.
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6 posted 2011-12-05 05:56 AM


"We sacrifice identity
To the void look on our faces!"

Suthern hit the nail on the head.  Very intense read, brilliant write.  This line grabbed me, seems so true...
Loved the read!

JL

Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul,and with all your mind. Love your neighbor as yourself.
Maranatha!

Michael
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7 posted 2011-12-06 05:54 PM


Nicole  
quote:
Ah... but identity isn't what we wear on the outside, is it?
  
Sadly, too many have allowed those walls to completely erode… Spending too much time looking out, and losing sight of themselves in the process.  You’re absolutely right… it’s what’s inside that counts, when we remember that.

Paul, I’m glad that we can identify with each other’s writing so well.  Though, typically dark emotionally, it’s good to know others truly understand.

Mysteria, yeah… and I walk left when the signs all say “right” too.       Glad you enjoyed.

Alsion, you are quite welcome.  

Ruth, “necessary for survival” maybe, but at what point are we really not even living in the process?

JL, sadly it was trying to ascribe the look in someone’s face I was walking by that inspired that line… and that line inspired the poem.  I related too well to that vacant stare, I suppose.


Thank you all for the kind replies.


Michael

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8 posted 2011-12-10 06:38 PM


Fine writing...life is how our minds perceive it...James
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9 posted 2011-12-11 09:50 AM


Well Done, Michael
The reason that I get up at 5a.m. is in this poem.

Nocturnal Pulse
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10 posted 2011-12-12 08:46 AM


Certainly brings new horror to the feeling of monotonous routine. I have to agree with Nicole however, if you hold on to your dignity and what's in your heart, nothing can really be taken from you.
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11 posted 2011-12-12 10:41 AM


Your "nothings" are always
notable somethings, my friend.

Well done!


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12 posted 2011-12-12 01:08 PM


Just be you and I will be me
Embrace it all while you can

Michael
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13 posted 2011-12-20 03:27 PM


James, indeed… perception is keen, and the key to rational thinking.     I just like to grovel sometimes.

Ice, Yeah… that daily grind can make you wonder if you’re really living at all after awhile.  I’m right there with you though.

Nocturnal Pulse, glad to have horrified you   There are some places where hanging on to that nears impossible… and even worse: sometimes, when all else is stripped, we find we don’t really like what we’ve been hanging on to.

K., I thank you.  

Emma, that is a great philosophy.  I will do that.

Hope everyone is having wonderful holidays.

Michael

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