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Michael G
Senior Member

since 2000-06-25

Posts 579
Nashville

0 posted 2002-10-11 12:26 PM

Excuse me for the ramblings
that I lay upon your steps,
those few words I get in
the ones that say something real,
that fall in any catagory you want
but mean anything to all,
just another version of the same
yet reality can show itself pretty.
I don't answer back to praise,
its just not who I am.
I write to write, to chase demons
to fill the scars I have garnerd,
to keep what little sanity I have
embeded in the grey matter,
and while I may on occasion
say neeto things that can fall
into the realm of thankyou,
there are those here that know me.
I am a poet, a writer, a forsaker
of words that can be as poison,
as beauty can make a sentence,
as the air allows you to live,
nothing in my past is worth forgetting
but to be embraced with both arms
as I laugh at the failings of those
that thought I would fail first.
I do not see black and white,
but words, words that come to me
and flow out like my blood
spilling for all to see,
but precious for just a few
that show up and read my thoughts,
allowing a smile, and letting it go
or perhaps a tear, and keeping it.
I thought it best to believe in my own
small wild ideal of truism,
that I could write and be published
and enjoy life like that I would,
all in all having done so
I can honestly say I am proud
to have held my own standard tall
and keeping my own faith.
True, I could write thanks a
thousand times and be popular
by the numbers of posts I had
sent or replied or thanked,
but then as a few do know
that just would'nt be me,
and seriously, could you imagine
me being so darn pleasent all the time?
And now having been a member
for almost two years,
I can see a wonderfull
body of work that I can smile at,
yet still tugging at me,
tugging at my soul, the wind,
and the voices of those that know me here,
to them, a gentle kiss of my heart.

[This message has been edited by Michael G (10-11-2002 12:28 AM).]

the_loner_23
Member Ascendant

since 2002-06-08

Posts 5479
Jacksonville, Florida, USA

1 posted 2002-10-11 12:35 PM

Beautiful

Cold hands means a warm heart

Janet Marie
Member Laureate

since 2000-01-22

Posts 18554

2 posted 2002-10-11 07:49 AM

I write to write, to chase demons
to fill the scars I have garnerd,
to keep what little sanity I have
embeded in the grey matter,
and while I may on occasion
say neeto things that can fall
into the realm of thankyou,
there are those here that know me.
I am a poet, a writer, a forsaker
of words that can be as poison,
as beauty can make a sentence,
as the air allows you to live,
nothing in my past is worth forgetting
but to be embraced with both arms
as I laugh at the failings of those
that thought I would fail first.
I do not see black and white,
but words, words that come to me
and flow out like my blood
spilling for all to see,
but precious for just a few
that show up and read my thoughts,
allowing a smile, and letting it go
or perhaps a tear, and keeping it.
======================================
And now having been a member
for almost two years,
I can see a wonderfull
body of work that I can smile at,
yet still tugging at me,
tugging at my soul, the wind,
and the voices of those that know me here,
to them, a gentle kiss of my heart.
==========================================

right back atcha my friend, dear gifted poet
of the wind....
right back at ya

In the space between now and then
I lost the fire, lost a friend
and Ill never be the same again
Still, I believe in the innocence
we gave away.

Cpat Hair

Member Patricius

since 2001-06-05

Posts 11793

3 posted 2002-10-11 08:46 AM

I write to write, to chase demons
to fill the scars I have garnerd,
to keep what little sanity I have
embeded in the grey matter,
and while I may on occasion
say neeto things that can fall
into the realm of thankyou,
there are those here that know me.
I am a poet, a writer, a forsaker
of words that can be as poison,
as beauty can make a sentence,
as the air allows you to live,
nothing in my past is worth forgetting
but to be embraced with both arms
liked this part especially...

Mordecai's Mom
New Member

since 2002-10-23

Posts 8
San Miguel, Ca

4 posted 2002-10-23 05:45 PM

Once again, you write beautifully. Been following your writing for some time, first time I have commented. My favorite post of yours is "The Souls Wind- For Michael Morgan". Everytime I read it, I remember times in the past, and how much it meant to me at the time. Keep writing, you do it so well.

Smile-------Mordecai's Mom

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