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Deep Seeded Fear
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Deep Seeded Fear |
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wayoutwalt Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 4870TEXAS (it's all big) 
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Filth Speaks volumes The overbearing bang boom of a too loud tin can Inside your brain screaming Dirt! Rid me of the dirt! For I am clean and nothing can save me Desire Seeps from pores In a vast land of Jones where all is pretty much the same Inside the factories of sweat the workers busy themselves They will be paid for their want yet who knows when Happiness Sours the deal A boy who rides all the rides wants a bigger park or fewer people He ends up alone with big toys and inside deals Money is the root sprung from the color die Can of cold green beans and no way to heat them Invigorates survival Institutes of humility in a district where they direct sinners Inside I’d love something warm to eat I have the can the will and the aching lonely stomach Destitution The oldest precession Lines of cars snake past the funeral home and up the drive thru Inside the sweat of work drips desire for a break from life The hours read 24/7/365 Alone A way of life A place to be in the storm for shelter inside is gained from plywood dreams Inside I shell myself with the bombs of poets gone before Each one struck hard. Remembered well. Remorse Unfulfilled The grave was empty as they exhumed. Properly presumed Still they go through motions digging up the dirt. The filth under my fingers from raising up my heart Denial I can’t believe! I will end with denial since I did nothing wrong From what I know of denial it doesn’t last too long And It makes me write the words for a lovely song Death My last chance at life A windmill to be tackled by a valiant knight With spear cast in shadow of a veil of truth Lift up the dying soul and rename this verse [This message has been edited by wayoutwalt (edited 04-28-2001).] |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Ah Walt...so heavy with weighted passions, I feel the millstone 'round my neck... TAKE IT OFF! Seriously....a deep rooted read here...something to come back on ponder on.... |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
I agree with Sunshine - I'm gonna have to return to this one a few times to absorb a bit more each time... You're something of an institution yourself, my friend...  |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
I love cold green beans Kathleen Blake |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Walt~ This piece is scored with intensity~ I particularly enjoyed this snippet~ 'Alone A way of life A place to be in the storm for shelter inside is gained from plywood dreams Inside I shell myself with the bombs of poets gone before Each one struck hard. Remembered well.' Wonderful ! ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
A heavy sigh escapes me, when I read this: Happiness Sours the deal A boy who rides all the rides wants a bigger park or fewer people He ends up alone with big toys and inside deals Money is the root sprung from the color die well you sure have made your point on this one... ~Wynter "The worst prison would be a closed heart". |
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Amuse_mi Member
since 2001-04-22
Posts 110 |
Intense. |
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wayoutwalt Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 4870TEXAS (it's all big) |
Emotional Conflict o yuh |
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