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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California 
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Nothing When you know there's nothing left to say, Why's it so wrong to say nothing? I see those eyes all look my way, And all searching for something. If I couldn't answer them before, What hope is there really, now? Now that Death's knocking on the door, And I can't stop him, anyhow. It's not that I don't wish I could Find a way to appease them. But more than that, 'know all deeds good Are but for the eye that sees them. And in the darkness, wandering lost, Another morning's slipped by me... Still, I've no right to count the cost, For all it may deny me. For all those things I never felt, But for forty years gave witness... For all I touched, and then watched wilt, Declaring for all my unfitness. The tragedy of comedy, I know it's me the jokes on. Now here it is, for all to see, With all that love invokes, drawn About me in pleading silence, As I await the final curtain. Just know, for me, there's no suspense... For me, nothing is certain! Another lost morning, another lost day Behind this gossamer pall. It's not that I've nothing left to say... It's that I've nothing left at all. Michael Anderson 6/14/12 |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
You sound like an empty shell, Michael, but anyone who can write poetry as profoundly as do you, you'll never make me believe this last line of the poem, "It's that I've nothing left at all." Yes, you most certainly do have something left, you have plenty left and you will work your way in the direction of self re-discovery eventually, I have no doubt about it. ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ [This message has been edited by JerryPat2 (06-14-2012 06:06 PM).] |
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Startime1955 Senior Member
since 2012-04-22
Posts 1072Alberta, Canada |
I agree with Jerry...to have a gift to write so well means you will have plenty to say and share with us still...*BIG HUGS* *may our dreams ever be magical* |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
. “Now that Death's knocking on the door,” ‘But for forty years gave witness...’ Unless you mention something like cancer, there’s a disturbing element of pretentiousness Short of that or dying of wounds gained in war no one unwillingly dies at forty anymore . . . . |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
JP, Startime 1955, Thank you for the encouraging words. Whatever is left, I will gladly share it with you all. Huan Yi, suffice to say that when my mind is consciously "gone"... and it's been gone alot lately, but I am speaking of permanently gone; I have no intention of finding out how long modern medicine or machinery can keep the body going without it. If that makes me a willful participant in my own death, in your mind, so be it. Michael When one dines with wolves, it is moot if one is guest or entree. Trevanian |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Another lost morning, another lost day Behind this gossamer pall. It's not that I've nothing left to say... It's that I've nothing left at all. You've got me, my friend. *S* And I'll leave it to you to decide whether that helps or adds to the nightmare. LOL And if you don't have the answers, you still have the words... and words from your pen are always always SOMETHING... something magnificent. *S* |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice reading...James |
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