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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland 
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I have spoken all the words of my soul diluted for ingestion as half truths and vague lies. As the artist strips to educate the world mirror I have exhibited my naked self, opening the facets of my mind and the threads of dreams; to be held and explored in the hands of strangers. Alone my words exist for my own purpose, here they define me as I am God, having giving birth to my people waiting for them to return the favour. Born with a great line, in constant search of that new wisdom to display in prose. This is the burden that sought me out, I have been chosen to voice my pain, to ease my soul I speak agony for sanity. My experiences are null and void, only fully appreciated by myself. Then when I write am I mocking you, teasing with rhyme, awaiting your interpretation praying that I am not asked for an explanation? This is my parody. Perhaps that was spoken with too much clarity. I have lashed against everything to expel the demons of my adolescence. Life has drained my fight and tamed my voice from a passionate shout to an elegant sigh. Once I waged war today I only want to dream. Hibernation is my new obsession. I have spoken all of my privacy openly allowed the world to see me empty, Isolation of a lover now strangles me. Wounded and alone I refuse to let you see. I deny everything said outside of this parody, Take your poetic piece of me and leave. |
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Denise
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since 1999-08-22
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Excellent writing, Brian. I think the best poetry is born of reality. Denise |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
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I have spoken all the words of my soul diluted for ingestion as half truths and vague lies. As the artist strips to educate the world mirror I have exhibited my naked self, opening the facets of my mind and the threads of dreams; to be held and explored in the hands of strangers. Alone my words exist for my own purpose, here they define me as ---------------- Life has drained my fight and tamed my voice from a passionate shout to an elegant sigh. Once I waged war today I only want to dream. Hibernation is my new obsession. I have spoken all of my privacy openly allowed the world to see me empty, Isolation of a lover now strangles me. Wounded and alone I refuse to let you see. I deny everything said outside of this parody, Take your poetic piece of me and leave. --------------- wow, you went deep for this one... excellent writing here Brian, its apparent how much thought went into this. and it definately has that "edge" *smile* take care, jm It's amazing How you make your face just like a wall How you take your heart and turn it off How I turn my head and you lose it all ... And it's unnerving How one move just puts me by myself There you go just trusting someone else Now I know I put us both through hell ... I'm not sayin That there was nothing wrong I just didn't think you'd ever get tired of me And I'm not sayin We ever had the right to hold on I just didn't wanna let you get away from me. ~MB20~Leave |
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