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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Is death a pretty bauble? Well-made, fine-cut jewelry to drape around your neck and show off at the party? Are scars a status symbol? Jagged stories smoothed and old to remind you of your youth? To remind others, too? Is pain a pleasure to those lost or found, or in-between? The simplest of seductions sharp, bright and clean. Are all words dull defenses? Staid vows without rings? Turned and soured, dreamless when sunlight singes, stings. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
You wrote my mind again Mike. (oh yes, more stories to tell, but I think I owe ya an e mail anyway) But that opening line hit home for me. Grim Daze Deez Days in N'awlins...sigh. Thanks for writing what I could not or simply WOULD not. Death ain't no pretty bauble... |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
laughing now.. um, check your e mail for an explantion from the cryptic k.... sheesh. Hugs you. |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Thanks for the heads-up, K, and may both our days ahead become brighter. |
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Local Parasite
since 2001-11-05
Posts 2527Transylconia, Winnipeg |
quote: My girl always says to me that words are frustrating because it's like someone is telling you to think only in specific terms, and that thought isn't that simple. She's a smart girl but I don't know what she's doing with a poet like me. Maybe she's trying to tear me away from the words I so love. It's up to people like you and me, Mikey, to make words mean something more than just a dull defense. Just because they weren't intended for something doesn't mean they are ineffective. Master the language and its purpose is entirely something of your own choosing. Love your poetry, as usual. Your style is solemn and subtle, and causes the goodness of the poem to exist in the brain of the reader. I ought to try that someday. Parasite Faith is a fine invention |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Thank you, Brian. I firmly believe Martin Gore's words in the Depeche Mode song Enjoy the Silence. Words do harm. I think I try to write in ways to soften the blow, if that makes any sense. This one was inspired by a friend of a friend of my girlfriend, who recently tried to end her life. When something like that occurs, you just realize how fragile and useless most words are. This was me grappling with that ... Thank you for reading me. I can't wait to see your latest poem. Mike |
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