Open Poetry #46 |
Living In Tunisia Dying In Tangier |
icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
Where is my mother's milk of whiskey? I like JD straight though it gives my lungs a cough; I can't complain it's just the stain of too many deeds that paid me cash. I like Everclear and sweetened beer with taste of apples over ice, and any wine when I've the time to dim the lights of shadowed past. Don't let my smile fool you ‘cause the outcome's still the same; I am a wizard and I'm too old to be ashamed. I remember Winter's storms in numbing ice of separation, sweet elation stolen precious in brief moments of aware; I remember Spring's soft nights lulled by moonlit surf, in waves rhythmic crashing surge of living foam; I remember Summer's skin raw against Chaco walls hot enough to blister souls in yearning's burning memories; I miss you most of all when Autumn rolls around, swollen sound of emptiness drowning out my thoughts with survival as the least of my concerns; sitting here wrapped in solace awaiting drizzled dawn, how sad it is my whiskey can not afford its ice. When I was young I kept a bag packed just in case a contract came along, unexpectedly; 873 should be just a number not unlike any other it should not have souls attached to it, yet it does for me; I am too old now to be free, completely free; I've been a wizard since I learned to think and understand when my own mother called me Satan's spawn. My one regret, had I to count them like angels on my hand, is never having courage to explain my life in ways you'd understand. ©2010 by icebox [This message has been edited by icebox (09-30-2010 11:06 AM).] |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
I always feel like there isn't much I could tell you that you don't already know... so I'll shaddup. |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Maybe there are some of us who understand more than you think, Dear Wizard. Ida |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
it should not have souls attached to it, yet it does for me; I am too old now to be free, completely free; Everything has a soul attached it seems. Some perhaps we don't bother with, but others we can't help but feel.. always a journey and always a pleasure to read you sir |
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easy1 Senior Member
since 2010-05-22
Posts 1209Southeastern USA |
I shan't claim to understand, but I did enjoy the stroll through the seasons. |
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Eusta B. Mae Senior Member
since 2010-05-03
Posts 903 |
Love the wizardry of your words and the mystic layers in your lines. ebm |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
quote: A Poet always speaks through the soul and you do it incredibly well, dear Charlie. Love, Margherita |
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