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Michael G Senior Member
since 2000-06-25
Posts 579Nashville |
Want darkness? Want my souls vengence? I think you the fool For the request you ask. I think you know nothing But simplest overtones Of some news acount Of media reality gone mad. Do not walk this day With sordid feelings Of what you may be thinking I have attempted to garner In this bag of flesh and bones. Your feeble, your nothing to me Nothing but an excuse to deny My own admissions to how Much I really despise this. Want darkness? Then mother listen, Listen to how you left By your own words, abondoned me. I was young, and thought you The world, my world, my peace Until that peace shatterd And was replaced my numbing absolution I chose my life away From your insanity and pain That giving you left For someone else other than your sin. And so I listen to the wind That took me to the streets Amongst the impoverished And the devils playground. The slow nights trickle to me As memories have made there way To many nights of whoring my soul So I may feel just a little love. Want Darkness? The night I watched Beaten and blooded, held down On a China town street in Frisco Watching my lover being raped. Then having to watch her slide Her mind batterd more than her body Her soul ripped from my heart And those last goodbye's, knowing. To travel North at 18 Finding a world I loved and adored Only to have it ripped from my gras Landing like a used paper back home. Want darkness? Then mother listen, I have not been kind to you. And though years have gone I am unsure if I may ever. For I have seen death, and held it Kissed the last moments of life From freinds and lover Who died and had nothing. My soul has been torn and tatterd And the rythm of music I once played Continues to hold me in stasis For I need the music this day. And I write, possessed of the knowledge I have garnerd and kept And pray the day I may give my levy, To cleanse this souls last giving breath. |
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MMoonchild Senior Member
since 2000-07-13
Posts 1715PA |
And so I listen to the wind That took me to the streets Amongst the impoverished And the devils playground. The slow nights trickle to me As memories have made there way To many nights of whoring my soul So I may feel just a little love. Sighing....you wrote this whole poem with such an intensity, that I have to take a break from here now...I am overwhelmed with emotions.... {{hugs}} Maureen |
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SpitFire Member Elite
since 2000-04-19
Posts 2396 |
~Michael,...*sigh*, WoW! So overflowing with emotions,...so raw in it's reading, so, so,....uh,...WoW! Your writing has leapt off the screen and right into my heart, where it is nestled in a corner for you. I'm not sure what else to say,...totally intense expression,...so well said. Be well M. *Peace. [This message has been edited by SpitFire (edited 07-25-2000).] |
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Dark_kisses_Within Senior Member
since 2000-03-21
Posts 680Kansas |
Oh Michael, that left me speechless. I agree it was very raw with pain and lost love. WOW that was so awesome! Great work, DkW Once there was a darkness Deep and endless night You gave me everything you had Ahhhhhh you gave me light |
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Hardrock Senior Member
since 2000-02-14
Posts 948New Hampshire, USA |
Michael...this brought forth so many memories of when I lived in 'Frisco. Very intense...very open and honest. Take care, my friend. Hardrock |
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taramw Senior Member
since 2000-06-08
Posts 738 |
Michael, a superb intense poem *sniff*. A lot of depth and feeling in this - every word sorta just jumps out at you... very good indeed.  |
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Michael G Senior Member
since 2000-06-25
Posts 579Nashville |
Thankyou all for your kindness to this. It was a very difficult time in my life, yet writing about it seems to make it not as bad. Michael |
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Deborah1 Senior Member
since 2000-06-22
Posts 653New Hampshire |
Michael, I felt alot of pain here..this must of been hard to write, hope your ok, it can be difficilt to look back, I admire the courage..Very well done!!! The fragrance always stays in the hand that gives the rose...--Hada Bejar |
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L Tiuch Member
since 2000-02-04
Posts 151NY |
Such raw emotion...my mother's heart ached for you...the pain this must caused writing about this time in your life. I, too, hope you are well now. Linda |
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