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Idealism |
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since 2003-01-08
Posts 69Ca. |
Idealism The innocence of my youth Is impaled on wooden posts Resembling a picket fence. Disappointment, Which was once a facet of self-betrayal, Is to me, now, a missed Appointment with the Dentist, Or some other such sterile Practitioner, Not getting what I want for Christmas, Or, perhaps, all of this. Media delusions on the morning news Are a luxury -- burying sorrow In a quicksand of smiles. And I hunger for reality. I yearn for escape. My devouring days Are loud with familiar sounds -- All of them in Dolby Surround Until the swooning parade Lulls me in a fitful sleep -- A sweat bead of heat and horror. But I’m adrift and the nightmares Are murmurs And only a vague desire for dreams Still burrows in my skin. Sight is an always awful beginning |
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Nightshade 
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Interesting write. Chris  "At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet." |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
So many cool images in this-- "The innocence of my youth Is impaled on wooden posts Resembling a picket fence." "My devouring days Are loud with familiar sounds -- All of them in Dolby Surround" nice depiction of some gritty introspection. Enjoyed this much. |
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Masked Intruder
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since 1999-05-23
Posts 1231Near golden sunsets |
Quite exceptional, as always. Great work; your ideas always are so well thought out and presented. |
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