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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow 
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This is just another show of words, envoking power, bringing forth a certain freedom. An acceptance, a distant need for comfort by one unknown. Only similarity growing from stems of prose, the thorns of grief stricken poetry... Don't I laugh? Of course I do, as I write bitterly, lovingly, intellectually. False, I am a hypocrite, a liar and a thief. A murderer of art. I have stolen my ideals, my philosophies, I've only learned that which I remember as a child growing older... Just older, crippling age ..creasing skin, like papercuts in time's wind.. My love, I have forsaken those devotions.. I have given up my pen. How? In what way have I discovered peace, though I have not... The words in cyclones inhaling my thoughts, haunting my dreams, reminding me of those infernal memories.. I did hurt the one's that I loved.. Yet still, I care not.. If you grant me no forgiveness..grant me nothing more.. I have sold my soul, bargained with my strength, hoped though believing not in hope.. This is like the rose that screams my name as I pass without comfortable curves in circular words.. I've allowed myself to become a god in my world, the flowers are mine, I keep them alive. |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
Just older, crippling age ..creasing skin, like papercuts in time's wind.. great thoughts and the whole piece of owning your own flowers and keeping them alive,not looking back, i like this very much, beating to your own drum |
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Obscurity Member
since 2003-12-04
Posts 153In A Melancholic Dream |
quote: I believe that we write poetry to escape and expres ourselves and find peace with the angst of life. If life is pallet, then we are the artists, with words as our paint. I thought it was a beautiful piece, rather bleak but it reminds me of why we choose to write. |
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Brad Majors
since 2001-04-03
Posts 2647Georgia |
I love this |
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SuperGlueRyan Junior Member
since 2003-06-16
Posts 45Possum Kingdom |
Another one of your fantastic pieces. Don't you dare ever give up your pen. These pieces of "articide" are like mana for some of us. ~Stoic |
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pandonov Member
since 2003-10-03
Posts 478b/w conscience and insolence |
uf, why am I seeing myself here?... |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
we need someone to keep the flowers alive awesome write! |
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alan6501 Member
since 2004-01-03
Posts 89PA |
I've allowed myself to become a god in my world, the flowers are mine, I keep them alive. This is such a striking ending!! I can't believe how beautiful you can make poetry. I LOVE your work. Keep it up!! |
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ctowen Member Elite
since 2001-10-18
Posts 2286Green Mountains of VT |
Just one more flower to your growing garden Meg .... looking alive as ever! Truly *S |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
yes... |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Kaoru Bravo! poetry dark and deep, as sometimes the art must be....applause "Of course I do, as I write bitterly, lovingly, intellectually. False, I am a hypocrite, a liar and a thief. A murderer of art." When I read this I felt as Baudelaire (states in his poem "To The Reader") a fellow hypacrite, and understood the meaning completely.. Last line, (from "Flowers Of Evil") "-Hypocrite reader-(you are)-my twin-my brother" Excellent poetry... this stanza could stand alone as a poem by itself. _______ice ><> |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
very awesome work lady. Most impressive. |
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Terrina Member
since 2003-12-31
Posts 166California |
I've allowed myself to become a god in my world, the flowers are mine, I keep them alive. I'm loving your poems. Thank you |
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LiquidMidnight Member
since 2003-09-24
Posts 50 |
"without comfortable curves in circular words" I don't like this line just for the simple fact I'm not the one who thought it up.  Very nihilistic/existentialist in it's subject matter. (espcially the last 2 lines) The would be a great poem to do at a poetry slam. |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
The power to be has to do with the power of being at home "within", the present moment, of being centered, of living serenely and meditating from the true center. To love God is to be drawn up and out of ourselves and into Him. In loving Him, I become incarnate of Him. God descends into us and we are drawn into Him. With Christ, we can say "I love the Father, I do what I see Him do, He has crowned me with glory and honor". Loving all that "is", we learn to die daily to the introspective, self-conscious life. Wonderful poetry you have created, I hope you don't mind my reply....just thought it might interest you,,,no insult intended..just so you know. You have got an incredible mind... |
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