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Dreamer's Despair
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Skyfyre Senior Member
since 1999-08-15
Posts 1906Sitting in Michael's Lap 
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**this is an oldie that I salvaged from the wreckage of what was once my poetry site** I viewed the world through cynic's eyes; a disillusioned dreamer With hopes that time would heal the wounds of love's inconstancy -- But time had proved, at best, an ineffectual redeemer -- So I succumbed, resigned to the illusion that was me. Meandering, with no regard for future or for purpose, I wandered countless paths, but never once unto the end; And through it all, I strove to seem impartial on the surface -- But solitude's a bitter host -- indifference is no friend. Forever seemed to trickle by, envenomed by my sorrow, Awakening the torment that condemned my heart to burn; Unwilling to admit defeat, but fearful of tomorrow, I found I could no longer wear the mask of unconcern. I thought I had the strength to conquer this pervasive sadness, To soothe the hurts inflicted by deception's jagged knife, But, thus disarmed, I felt myself descending into madness -- Uncertain of my sanity, and fighting for my life. For countless nights, I drank despair -- a mindless demon, driven To revel in the nightmare that had haunted me so long -- Unable to appreciate the life that I'd been given, I swore that I could never know forgiveness -- I was wrong. For even in my darkest hour, when hope was weak and fleeting, And everything in me cried out for giving up the fight, A presence whispered to my soul, insistent and repeating: "My blood is your redemption, child; My love will be your Light!" He guided me back to myself, gave back what pain had taken, And I demanded: "Where were You when first I needed Thee?" He answered: "My beloved Child, you never were forsaken; For I was ever with you, even when you weren't with Me." < !signature--> Remember: maintaining a positive attitude may not solve all your problems, but it will certainly annoy enough people to make it worth the effort. [This message has been edited by Skyfyre (edited 12-05-2000).] |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Ah yes, she is BACK...and this is GOOD...and we've missed YOU... welcome home! Karilea If I whisper, will you listen?... I would rather be silent and write, than speak loudly and be bound. KRJ |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Marvelous!!! I love this. And it's so nice to read you again, Linda.  |
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Kit McCallum
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Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
"For even in my darkest hour, when hope was weak and fleeting, And everything in me cried out for giving up the fight, A presence whispered to my soul, insistent and repeating: "My blood is your redemption, child; My love will be your Light!" " Exquisite Linda! What a wonderfully inspirational piece ... such an uplifting ending. I really enjoyed this, beautiful writing!  Best wishes, /Kit |
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Butterflies_dont_cry Member Elite
since 2000-03-06
Posts 3733Michigan |
 And is it any wonder why you have been missed when you blow us away with writing like this...spectacular...and welcome back!!! The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched ---- they must be felt with the heart~ *??* |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
opppps sorry Marks cookies got in my computer LOL JM [This message has been edited by Mark Bohannan (edited 12-05-2000).] |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Forever seemed to trickle by, envenomed by my sorrow, Awakening the torment that condemned my heart to burn; Unwilling to admit defeat, but fearful of tomorrow, I found I could no longer wear the mask of unconcern. I thought I had the strength to conquer this pervasive sadness, To soothe the hurts inflicted by deception's jagged knife, But, thus disarmed, I felt myself descending into madness -- Uncertain of my sanity, and fighting for my life. For countless nights, I drank despair -- a mindless demon, driven To revel in the nightmare that had haunted me so long -- Unable to appreciate the life that I'd been given, I swore that I could never know forgiveness -- I was wrong. ======================= my oh my ...I have missed your rhyme kissed poetic purges my girl ... and ya know...as I was reading this being reminded of your other work... the thought came to mind ... very few women write the dark emotions with this depth ...and in this style ... like Poe and Shakesp. in a blender  awesome ... welcome home to poetry land jm I looked into the sky for my anthem The words and music came through But words and music can never touch the beauty that I've seen Looking into you |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
ah...EVIDENCE!!! I am very happy to be reading your work as well...just like old times... I'm looking forward to many more... I think you are an amazing poet. |
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