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Of Being a Warrior in Time-Part Two
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Of Being a Warrior in Time-Part Two |
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Michael G Senior Member
since 2000-06-25
Posts 579Nashville |
The Hunt Cold nights compose my soul which stars shade my undue folly of steps alone on waters shore my naked body drifts slowly. The eve, my ally, my friend, demon possesed shatters secrets that I do tell of floating over this land upon graceless wind contracting my enemies command. Eyes of a wolf that sing my dark praise destined to wander this complacent home where strangers spit on lesser men to pick their lives up once more. What consequence I have found today of gilded dreams from these learned men who ravage this worlds land of hope completing their last effegies to them. But I have in my sights a revolution that becomes my wind of tasking their souls this day relinquishing to me their torrid ways. Let fall and crumble their pestilence which mere men could never tame rushing forth the new found freedom as serenity takes a holiday. |
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nando Member
since 2000-06-09
Posts 87Vaxjo, Smaland, Sweden |
Michael... Excellent combination of words and a nice athmosphere created here... -nando- Ask me how to live your life, and this to you I´ll say: make your choises true and wise, so that when tomorrow will arise, you´ll smile at yesterday... |
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shadow of poetry Member
since 2000-07-22
Posts 76midwest usa |
Cold nights compose my soul which stars shade my undue folly of steps alone on waters shore my naked body drifts slowly. -------------- Eyes of a wolf that sing my dark praise destined to wander this complacent home where strangers spit on lesser men to pick their lives up once more. ------------- But I have in my sights a revolution that becomes my wind of tasking their souls this day relinquishing to me their torrid ways. Let fall and crumble their pestilence which mere men could never tame rushing forth the new found freedom as serenity takes a holiday. ----------- i have one question... does it hurt to reach this deep.. you do it so damn well. amazing grace in this piece Michael  my sister is the poet I am but a shadow. by the light of poetry I read then dream |
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Marina Member Elite
since 2000-02-10
Posts 2245Pickering, Ontario |
Again, your use of imagery is just incredible!!! Your words dig far below and deep into the soul with this one. Your writing leaves me forever in awe...... Hugs, Marina PS> Are you still wearing a uniform here???  LOLIt is a blessing to have wings for words, and passion in pen Marina Crossley |
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