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DreamEvil
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since 1999-06-22

Posts 2396

0 posted 2000-01-11 07:43 PM

I come alive with echoes of your touch.
Love drowns me in memories of your eyes,
each bringing to mind your passionate cries.
Now I see the price we've paid is too much.

We never knew the heart felt intense pain.
Together we sought out evasive flaws,
to exploit with wit and tenacious claws.
Now by our own hands true love is slain.

How could we have become this wretched Beast?
We share no blame for being taught to hate,
for only would sorrow fill our plate.
In Grief's religion we would be high priest.

The paths of life allow no turning back.
Therein lies our salvation's hope,
after God's forgiveness we need not grope.
His grace and love make up for any lack.

We are not a dog to come when He calls.
Compared to all that we could stand to lose,
are the gains great enough to make us choose?
We stand behind lonely protective walls.

Burned we become by the Light of God's grace.
In the cooling shadows we wait and heal,
though striving to make of each woe a weal.
One day our pain will His love displace.

©2000 DreamEvil

Now and forever, my heart hears ~one voice~.
DreamEvil©
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"Either kill me or take me as I am,
because I'll be damned if I ever change..."

Count Donatien Alphonse Francois de Sade
(Marquis de Sade)

Nate Dogg
Senior Member

since 1999-11-15

Posts 1658
Georgia, Fulton

1 posted 2000-01-11 08:19 PM

Beautiful poem, Dream Evil!

Nathan

Denise

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Member Seraphic

since 1999-08-22

Posts 22648

2 posted 2000-01-11 08:50 PM

Beautiful. There is nothing beyond the reach of His grace.

Denise

Skyfyre
Senior Member

since 1999-08-15

Posts 1906
Sitting in Michael's Lap

3 posted 2000-01-12 12:58 PM

This is a haunting tale my friend -- the loss of hope leaves one with a sense of emptiness at the end. Powerful verse as usual.

--Kess

You cannot choose the way of your death, but the path you choose will determine its own end.

Temptress

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Member Rara Avis

since 1999-06-15

Posts 7136
Mobile, AL

4 posted 2000-01-12 01:03 AM

This poem does well for my pondering of faith lately. Thank you for these thoughts.

Toerag
Member Ascendant

since 1999-07-29

Posts 5622
Ala bam a

5 posted 2000-01-12 06:38 AM

Very fine job DE...

Marge Tindal

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since 1999-11-06

Posts 42384
Florida's Foreverly Shores

6 posted 2000-01-12 06:46 AM

DreamEvil-
Very, very descriptive.
Nicely done.
~*Marge*~

~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~
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JennyLee
Senior Member

since 1999-09-01

Posts 1461
Northwestern, NJ.

7 posted 2000-01-16 11:49 AM

I love the line...
In Grief's religion we would be High Priest.

You truly are a Soul Artist.
As Always you reach into the depths of your soul and share it's profound truthfulness with us all. Thank-You

Jenny Lee

Words bloom like flowers that seem astonished at being born.

L. Pirandello
16th Century Dramatist

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