Open Poetry #10 |
Going Down In Flames ( In Absentia) |
Dr.Moose1 Member Elite
since 1999-09-05
Posts 3448Bewilderment , USA |
I observe the past with sight-less eyes and see patterns that repeat I compose a symphony for one and march madly to it's beat I live my life as futilely as time itself allows The cradle that's supporting me rests snug amongst the boughs I dance blindly through the mine-fields of all my past mistakes without a care or backward glance at what's left in my wake I am the crowning glory of all evolutions forms The branches of the tree of life will shield me from the storm All who have gone before me only served to fill my needs surely I'm deserving of the excess of my greed Behold the wonder that is me so perfect and complete From the cradle of my priveledge I am prepared to meet The wind that fans misfortunes flames in bonfires at my back As the cradle's weight from gross neglect bends bough 'till it must break |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
Stunning words. Very powerful thoughts here. Sandra |
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Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
Dr. Moose! My crown falls to the ground as I bow before your perfect words. So much more praise you deserve... what fools those who pass by without retort to your greatness. This is truly a jewel that all should see... so back to the top you go. Peace! |
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