Open Poetry #5 |
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Confinement |
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jaxjoy Member
since 1999-12-14
Posts 112Texas |
How you admonish me with your silence. Likened to a martyr, making your contribution to some moral cause. How morality sickens me. Yet, inside I can still feel the lingering glow of an angel's kiss upon my brow. This fever immobilizes me, rendering me helpless, flailing, stranded in this dream. I think upon my moments of splendor, trying to release this pain I hold captive. Chained to mediocrity, hypocrisy. Enslaved to this fleeting passion. |
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Rus Bowden Member
since 2000-01-13
Posts 139 |
hi jaxjoy, wonderful work with words that brings out the muse marvelously. good one! I think upon my moments of splendor, trying to release this pain rus |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
I would have to agree, wholly, with Rus...and I love the word, "flailing!" ('specially the way you've used it here...very spirited in its placement) I enjoyed reading this aloud. ![]() |
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jaxjoy Member
since 1999-12-14
Posts 112Texas |
thanks for your replies ![]() |
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