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Crossroads
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Crossroads |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California 
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Crossroads I wasn't looking for the crossroads, but somehow they still found me. I don't know the price of redemption, still I know nothing comes free. I can feel the quiet wind blow, sending slow chills down my spine... If I leave this man my signature, what then can I call mine? For I've towed a heavy load, with my vantage point held low; Yet I've learned there's no exemption for anguish that does not show. Endlessly teased by shadow comes the hunching of my back... Though I'm anything but insecure, it's but security I lack. For I stand, emptied and hollowed, next 'the facets of acclaim... Look to the left -- look to the right, but dare not call your name. I feel the numbness in my chest, that tingle on near dead skin... Enter, at your leisure, if you must -- I will not show you in. As somewhere beyond incognito lies that unguarded vault. Still, if I will not grant you light, does that make it my fault? You search a soul that never rests, one bleak night to the next... The pinnacle of ash and dust, and hope forever vexed. I've wandered these deserts too long, searching out that hidden stream, For that undiminished water that fills human life with dream. I've danced just like a puppet while, always, others pulled the strings; Yet in your eyes, all I'll ever be is the man who clipped your wings. And while my throat's too parched for song, Silence sings in my stead ... Of love -- how I besought her, while she filled my boots with lead. ... Of dream lost on this endless mile I still so darkly tread, With the Styx rising about me like I were already dead. As I howl out across the veil, a man bereft of voice, Persistence, like a demon, still yet mocks misguided choice... How I poured my diamond water down those unfillable holes, And every ounce of my being upon insatiable souls. Now there's a cost to loss of will -- suffering without end. And, having lost my Holy Grail, who am I to pretend... That in hell's waters I won't drown, that I might be just fine, When, in truth, all I'm seeing is that unsigned, dotted line. Michael Anderson |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
This line hit me hard, although it's probably not your intent: "If I leave this man my signature, what then can I call mine?" Like you, I'm livinng a destiny I could never dream as mine.  |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
The anguish untold that man wreaks upon himself, Michael, is usually self made, at least the pure terror-driven anguish, we tend to be our own worst enemy ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
quote: The stream flows deep within yourself, dear Michael. Wonderfully written dilemma. A signature can change our lives ... like selling a home that we call ours etc. ... Crossroads are great challenges no doubt, we need to believe in improvement which is the natural way of Universe ... Margherita |
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Startime1955 Senior Member
since 2012-04-22
Posts 1072Alberta, Canada |
Powerful words torn from the heart...well said... |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
a powerful and thought provoking poem, Michael. Ida |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
"As somewhere beyond incognito lies that unguarded vault." Interesting line. All of them very interesting. Enjoyable read with lots of life's metaphors to support the trials of disdain. Eric true love never looks after it's own interests |
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ebonygirl Member Elite
since 2011-07-14
Posts 2000California U.S.A |
"How I poured my diamond water down those unfillable holes, and Every ounce of my being upon insatiable souls." These lines are HEAVY! Enjoyed, ms. e |
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Nicole Senior Member
since 1999-06-23
Posts 1835Florida |
"I've wandered these deserts too long, searching out that hidden stream, For that undiminished water that fills human life with dream. I've danced just like a puppet while, always, others pulled the strings;" You could have pulled these lines straight out of my head (except the ones in my head would have been more remedial and wouldn't have any meter or rhyme lol). You always say it better.  |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
For I've towed a heavy load, with my vantage point held low; Yet I've learned there's no exemption for anguish that does not show. ---------- And while my throat's too parched for song, Silence sings in my stead ... Of love -- how I besought her, while she filled my boots with lead. I could easily have copied every line... for every line is such hard-hitting, vivid truth it could be a poem in and of itself. The desolation you write has the beauty of a siren's voice... drawing me in even as I know it's gonna hurt. *S* Brilliant write, my friend! *S* |
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