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Ghostwriting |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California 
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Ghostwriting A starless sky, a museless night... What's a poet to do? I sit and sigh, in wish to write Only of something new. But nothing ever seems to change - The passion of my veins dry! Such emptiness one can't arrange... But simply watch, and wait to die. I stare into the vapid eyes Of artistry withheld, Feeling the chains of compromise, If cynically compelled... Somewhat blazened by symmetry, And darkened by mistrust; The tapestry born unto me Is but one of disgust. I raise my banner to the Gods, And cry a thankless name. Bedeviled by the Book of Nod, And branded with such shame. A reticent, but mislaid, hope Behind medieval mask... I feel the hands of the dead grope, But hold true to my task. Still there's not a lot left to say When madness is your creed... It's hard to imagine a better way When suicide's the deed. But close your eyes to that chalice, Just pour a cup of sorrow... The empty cul-de-sac your palace - A toast unto tomorrow! Where the sun will shine come morning But I'll sleep away the day. Cause there's no hiding - no warning, Housed in self-righteous decay. The picture hangs in silence, Pretty flowers on the wall... But it never curbs that distance, Endless miles down the hall. And the riddle's in the calling Of a star falling at night. Though the answer's quite appalling... At least to one with foresight. For all I see are shadows dancing 'Round this soul pinned to the floor. The chair's rocking, and I'm knocking, Though I don't know exactly what for... It's clear no one hears me anymore. Michael Anderson Did I waste it? Not so much I couldn't taste it. Bono |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Ah, people are listening,Michael. I get the same feeling every so often, but I've come to the conclusion that we write for ourselves, and cannot do less that keep on writing. You style is simply one to marvel at, and I hope I'll be reading your for a long time hence. ~*~ If they give you ruled paper write sideways. ~*~ |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
For a poet who couldn't think of anything to write about you certainly wrote an excellent poem...again, Michael. Ida |
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Startime1955 Senior Member
since 2012-04-22
Posts 1072Alberta, Canada |
There are many listening to the talent you weave with your words...stunning write...*BIG HUGS* *may our dreams ever be magical* |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
A starless sky, a museless night... What's a poet to do? Most of us would go to sleep, perchance to dream. LOL But if the poet's name is Michael Anderson... he writes anyway... and does so with a voice that should always be harkened. *S* Wonderful write! |
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