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invocation for a seance |
rich-pa Member
since 2000-02-07
Posts 317New Orleans, Louisiana |
sometimes it drives and drives you like a jackhammer to the soul and-and you get sick of it ya don't want no more walk down the street steaming seeping seething anger waiting for someone to cross ya so you can spit in their face and hope the hate in your stomach burns out their eyes blues are greys yellows and oranges and reds-all black the street a battlefield all humans your enemies yeah, when that's life your heart is dead bruised derided cursed defiled by thew powers that be-society and all it's minions It scares me 'cause every once in a while that crap happens to me the want to fight and hate -and when i've had enough- to fight and hate some more so i figure...part of my heart must be dead and all i can do is is well to look for a necromancer CPR a doc w/ adrenaline something anything- hoping it ain't too late 'cause the heart has to live "freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose..." -janis joplin |
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Red_Feather Member
since 2001-01-19
Posts 131The Vagabond Sea |
I have lived like this. It came about as a means of self defense in times of great stress and internal rage. I never unleashed it on anyone. I always figured if I did I would only feel guilty later. I tried to let if fuel positive action....a tricky thing. I don't think my heart is or was dead, but it was certainly in a stranglehold. I liked the poem. It was honest. One's not half two it's two are halves of one EE Cummings |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
You make this very real. I am sure there are people who go through times when they hate the world. If they could only see that it is not the world but something within themselves. Good job. Joyce |
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AniKay83 Member
since 2000-06-28
Posts 388Missing Since 1999 |
This was a good read. I like the way you wrote it in such casual language. It really complimented the honesty and frustration in the poem. Thanks for the read. ~Krissie I'm the answer to a question no one asked a sleepless dreamer, destroyed by passion |
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