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Anson Beau Cavell Junior Member
since 2001-05-12
Posts 49Ohio,US |
On mornings like these I am more carved out than hollow, more less than vacuous. On mornings like these I long to unfurl, curl around upon myself, like time tucking the corners of its own existence. I want to invert flame, consume all hope, taint flowers. I want to corrupt optimists screaming words like: “You Cannot!” On mornings like these, though nothing's wrong and you say it’s a beautiful day, I want nothing, yet even nothing cannot console me. On mornings like these being unborn is such a lovely thought, I want to curl up between stillborns and sleep as sound, devolve into more or less… anybodies guess. On mornings like these I sleep late and rise resolute in my hatred for light. I pray for mania, my Manna. I arch my back, prepare for distant waves, adrift in dark swells, sometimes for months. Serotonin comes, I ride the crest and crash back into unreasonable dust. On mornings like these, on weeks like these, on months like these, on years like these, on lives like these… what’s the point? --------------------------------------------  [This message has been edited by Anson Beau Cavell (edited 05-17-2001).] |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
It's nice to read you here sir. I enjoy the edge in your work. I enjoyed your website too.  |
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Anson Beau Cavell Junior Member
since 2001-05-12
Posts 49Ohio,US |
Wow, that was a quick reply. Thank you very much. This one is hot out of the oven (May, 15) Thank you for visiting my web site as well, I'm very happy you enjoyed it. |
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wayoutwalt Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 4870TEXAS (it's all big) |
this line sold me I want to curl up between stillborns and sleep as sound, devolve into more or less… anybodies guess. awesome yuh |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Anson~ 'On mornings like these I long to unfurl, curl around upon myself, like time tucking the corners of its own existence.' What I think is that your approach to poetry is refreshingly original. I spent some time at your web site ... WOW ! I really enjoyed 'For fifty three years' and 'Epitaph of a seventy two hour old man'. I want to welcome you to Passions. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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wayoutwalt Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 4870TEXAS (it's all big) |
your website is infectious o yuh! |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
I, too, loved these thoughts.... On mornings like these I long to unfurl, curl around upon myself, like time tucking the corners of its own existence....haven't been to your site yet but will as soon as I post this *s... Welcome, Anson ~Wynter Bliss "The worst prison would be a closed heart". |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
What do I really think? The word's been used...you have one heck of an edge...the title drew me in, I thought it was a chemistry test... but the explosion blew me away... |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
I go for anyone who considers corrupting optimists!! Excellent writing... |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
A lot of pain in this portrait of depression... Should there be an apostrophe in this stanza? "On mornings like these, though nothings wrong" (nothing's wrong for nothing is) "devolve into more or less… anybodies guess." and - anybody's guess? An intriguing piece! Corinne [This message has been edited by Corinne (edited 05-17-2001).] |
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Anson Beau Cavell Junior Member
since 2001-05-12
Posts 49Ohio,US |
Corinne - you are correct - good eye - Thank you Balladeer - I only corrupt on days unlike these - Today I'm effervescent - Thank you Sunshine - you know I could use you on days like those - Thank you nakdthoughts - hope you enjoy my site - Thank you wayoutwalt - well what can I say, you are yesterday, tommorow and today. - Thank you Marge Tindal - I'm glad you enjoyed my verbage, both here and there - Thank you killed my Buddha, killed my Christ |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
Is that your picture? You seem so intense? Ok, I admit it, the title drew me in, I mean I related to it. Often I mix alphabet with numerical and it spoke to me except I don't know what it said!!!!  Kathleen Blake "When red-haired girls scamper like roses over the rain-green grass, and the sun drips honey." Laurie Lee [This message has been edited by Irish Rose (edited 05-17-2001).] |
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Cuddlez Member
since 1999-11-27
Posts 422Walla Walla, WA 99362 |
Ok- one question where did the title come from? Time flies? Say it not so, time stays we go. |
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Anson Beau Cavell Junior Member
since 2001-05-12
Posts 49Ohio,US |
Irish Rose - Yes that is my picture and I am intense but not tense Cuddlez - C10H12N2O is Serotonin, the happy pill constituent in your neurotransmitter soup. Without Serotonin we could not sleep or be happy, too much Serotonin and we hear voices and become manic. Manic depression dips the unfortunate/blessed person into a combination of one then the other. It is Dante's hell for weeks and Xanadu bliss for days. Thank you both for your comments killed my Buddha, killed my Christ |
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