Open Poetry #22 |
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Michael G Senior Member
since 2000-06-25
Posts 579Nashville |
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).] |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Beautiful Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
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 |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
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... |
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Mordecai's Mom New Member
since 2002-10-23
Posts 8San Miguel, Ca |
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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