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Demented Saisfaction |
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Alan Senior Member
since 2000-09-12
Posts 1499right next door |
I walked past your house last night Where we once lived You walked past a window much to my delight I know you have other men in your life now For he followed you across the room I must find the will to let go somehow I just wonder if he knows how You like your eggs fried Wonder if you remember how I tried But now in my drunken state of dementia I see clearly That I am only good at tormenting you So instead of letting my hurt manifest upon you I will find a way to lose myself into the ever gentle darkness So no one will feel my rage except myself As I in total nakedness lay under the dark side of the moon Wishing for death to be my friend Bringing my demented thoughts to an end As I am lost to the ecstasy of a long ago time When my thoughts were not of the grave But of the love to you I once gave But now I am all but a memory Alone, exactly how I belong All but gone for view And soon to be removed from your memory alan [This message has been edited by Alan (03-30-2002 11:10 PM).] |
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HopeS Member Elite
since 2000-12-22
Posts 4596Perth Western Australia |
Yes memories do torment and tease although memories lovingly spent are worth keeping , strange how they manifest just before sleeping I can feel your aching heart , its so hard letting go , the pain can often send one insane Hope |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
alan, this is a very good poem. would you mind if I made a few suggestions? Thanks in advance. I just wonder if he knows how You like your eggs fried Wonder if you remember how I tried You like your eggs fried! I wonder if he knows I wonder if you recall how much I tried But now in my drunken state of dementia I see clearly That I am only good at tormenting you So instead of letting my hurt manifest upon you instead of letting my hurt manifest upon you in my drunken dementia I see that I am good at tormenting you I will find a way to lose myself into the ever gentle darkness So no one will feel my rage except myself As I in total nakedness lay under the dark side of the moon I lose myself - act like a loon so no one feels the rage except myself as I lay naked under the dark side of the moon Wishing for death to be my friend Bringing my demented thoughts to an end As I am lost to the ecstasy of a long ago time wishing for death to be my friend I am lost to the ecstasy of long age and of bringing demeented thought to an end When my thoughts were not of the grave But of the love to you I once gave But now I am all but a memory when my thoughts were not of the grave all I became was faded memory of the love to you I once gave Alone, exactly how I belong All but gone for view And soon to be removed from your memory alone that's exactly how I belong gone from view, removed from memory with nothing but the strength to carry on I hope you don't mind. Feel free to use or discard these suggestions. Kethry Here in the midst of my lonely abyss, a single joy I find...your presence in my mind. Unknown |
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Tracey Member Elite
since 2001-08-29
Posts 2808where insanity meets breeding |
Hey Alan, good to see you again. Interesting piece on the manifestations after love has been lost, realizing it must be let go, yet still clinging on to it. Love the title too. If she who dies with the most toys wins, then can I have some toy boys please? |
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Ivy Rose Senior Member
since 2001-12-29
Posts 1300MA, USA |
Alan...This poem was your heart's cry put into wonderfully poetic language. I can understand well your heart's torment. I've been there. I will keep you in my prayers, Alan. I know God can heal that broken heart and fill it with His love and His life. ***Ivy Rose |
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