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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California 
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The muse of epic poetry— Of long winded soliloquy, And all those voices in my head... They tell me I should have stayed dead. But no! I chose to rise again, The sword in me no match for pen; And limped back to the tragic scene Of Misery, my long lost queen. She handed me a sweet bouquet Of suffering and disarray. I cradled it, close to my chest, Forsaking the dearest and best Of things that life might offer me If, indeed, I were truly free... But on my forehead lies the brand She purchased with my own right hand. And I the puppet, I the tool, Know I'm nothing more than her fool; To look back on such devilish sin, And know I'd do it all again. For she's all I need— all I crave, Wallowing in this open grave. She is the dark that grants me light To flounder through this endless blight. She is madness tasting so sweet, I gladly embrace my defeat. Though offer her some feeble pause, In hopes to once more feel those claws Peel scabs off this hell wrought mind; While casting belief to the blind, And once more picking up this pen To lay along the scourge of men. Michael Anderson 8/23/13 |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
My, my, Michael. This was a winbderfully sad, dark, and enticingly beset with the best, or worst the scourge of the past can offer. You, Sir, are the master of quote: ~*~ What do you call a dinosaur with a extensive vocabulary? A thesaurus. ~*~ |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Yeah Michael, what he said. I second that remark! Lori  |
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