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Of Being a Warrior in Time-Final Part
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Of Being a Warrior in Time-Final Part |
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Michael G Senior Member
since 2000-06-25
Posts 579Nashville |
At Last, Rest I could feel the first rays burst like sins feeding on pure souls of hearts intangled of my breath that I could wake and turn away I broker nothing for my own politics that rage has kept its own way. I glanced quietly outside and watched my doom come to me radiate from windows might and dreamed of dreams I wished hopefully but could not contain in time nor follow outside my bounds. As the first touched my hand no pain was felt, only the burn and release of my bonds to earth thus began my journey to be free for my endless night was now gone and hope for my soul my song. She kissed me with passion bliss while my body burned into decay and let loose my souls ties to it I captured love at my last breath that I took to heaven with a smile allowing my tears to fill the clouds. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
As the first touched my hand no pain was felt, only the burn and release of my bonds to earth thus began my journey to be free for my endless night was now gone and hope for my soul my song. She kissed me with passion bliss while my body burned into decay and let loose my souls ties to it I captured love at my last breath that I took to heaven with a smile allowing my tears to fill the clouds. ============ god i love the way you write... this one takes my words me |
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Chanson Senior Member
since 2000-08-19
Posts 1559Up Creek w/Out Paddle |
Hello Michael, I'm glad I stopped in today and found your poem. It's quite beautiful...breathtaking actually  ...chanson~ Music, tonal clear & pure, Caresses the harshest of curves. -Song of Gesture |
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