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Outside, Looking In
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Outside, Looking In |
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John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas 
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On the outside looking in, I guess is how I feel. Looking at a way of life, for me which can’t be real. Love, and family, and friends; peace, serenity- No doubt it is a lovely dream, but cannot be for me. I tried to walk that path myself somehow it didn’t fit- I vowed I’d change my way of life, and many things I’d quit. And like a wild wolf in a cage, the bonds drove me insane- I struggled with an inner rage, some say I am deranged. The call to go, to see, to do; some unseen prize to win- That call has put me where I am, I’m outside, looking in. Oh, I could tell you many things, a man should never know- How madmen think their lurid dreams, where sane minds should not go. I wonder what the future holds? Still yet I fear to see- The place where these desires of mine, will finally take me. Those voices echo in my mind, a soft and haunting wind… And tell me if I seek, I’ll find… I’m outside looking in. Visit My Home Page http://www.geocities.com/montcogunslinger/Hompage.html |
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Sunnyone Member Ascendant
since 2000-07-06
Posts 5334Staffordshire, England |
Hello Gunslinger.......... This poem caught my eye, and I'm certainly glad it did!!! (I've always been on the outside, there's more freedom there!!) This is a great piece of writing and also a great read!!!! ~~~~~Live for Today~~~~~ taste every single moment |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Slinger~ Some people build the fire. Some stoke the fire. But before either can do their part - someone must go forth to gather the wood. What an adventure to be the gatherer. As always your writing brings fresh breezes blowing. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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