Open Poetry #14 |
Thus I Became |
Death Member
since 2001-05-26
Posts 112Twilight |
I do not like this day perhaps thought feverish inspired there seems something in the air wrong this day not off balance exactly nor some precarious dipping of the tides I seek description invite to say over and again round me Wrong sustains itself from fevered mind So the roll call begins things of value what is of importance what matters at all to find the list torn stunningly short words and music my children only they abundant enough but a piteous legacy and yea too many unspoken tales that bear the name strange family diversity the brain in heart midst years have sired like me in shadows walk rarely seeking light often disdaining recognition who birthed in Classic style full grown and complete to readily apparent they bear the mark the shadow dreams and what more what more indeed is there no flesh and blood which speaks to thee I ponder through the haze of ether misted home unexisting the only voice I hear I speak echoes the years twisting back on me Decisions are dominoes rings unceasing through my head as ears grasp at bits of melodies to fill in wads of cotton defense what is it I hear this day that floats my failures to face and choke upon too tired to cringe at my undoing I stand in the rain streaming to hide my tears and cool my brain praying for thunder to replace the savage refrain "you have none to blame but yourself" Thus I Became my Name I have a friend who once said-"Sooner or later, Death makes a believer out of just about everyone." |
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Lone Wolf Member Ascendant
since 2000-03-16
Posts 5842Lansing, MI USA |
Such sadness here, Death. Very strong and powerful words that hold many truths. Those decisions can haunt you forever sometimes. Welcome to Passions. LW All writing comes |
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Decaflame Senior Member
since 2001-05-11
Posts 1635 |
quote: to write, thus, to pen vision's intent in line and deed and voiceless rent to give dream and in dream, unpent that desire of desires in all intent might I only say, it would have been a gift to know the why of this, I only thank you that you allowed a stretch to my horizon to respond thus.... |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
words and music my children only they abundant enough but a piteous legacy and yea too many unspoken tales that bear the name strange family diversity the brain in heart midst years have sired Death speaks with its usual wisdom and insight "you are what you own in this land, you can be king and it all depends on the view and what you can see" Whipping boy |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Wow ! Extreme internal turmoil....what a great write of illustrations....dark and deep but oh so beautiful! |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Enjoyed...keep cooling your brain...James |
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