Open Poetry #29 |
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Michael G Senior Member
since 2000-06-25
Posts 579Nashville |
Yelling from the balcony like some mad, idiot sevant with all the thrills of being ashamed of my adrenaline induced format coming close to fruition. "I AM THE GOD OF NOTHING", lest I feel slightly better at this outburst perhaps a lasting ring of pain can inulge my senses to life. Yelling down to the street life walking by ignoring me, their own worlds a bland look of psychotic memories they cannot escape. Wonder upon wonders cut my sound between us, and let them go, unwilling to understand that life is so much better. I forgive others but not myself in a foolish examine of why I see things in slight convergence when others see nothing but paper. |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
This is a powerful poem. Awesome write. Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Mistletoe Angel![]() ![]() ![]()
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
![]() (big hugggssssssss) This is powerful, sweet friend, I only wish everyone could listen to their hearts and find that instrument reverberating within as only then could we sing in universal harmony and not have to have that burdening feeling within! (sigh) God Bless You, sweet friend, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Michael, thank you for sharing! ![]() May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton I don't need no proof when it comes to God and truth I can see the sun set and I perceive ***Live*** [This message has been edited by Mistletoe Angel (10-26-2003 02:39 PM).] |
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