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Joel the wolf Senior Member
since 2000-04-06
Posts 1333Angels Camp |
Fragile are our lives like a feather falling in turbulent winds A hope we think there is from the dark passions calling deep within Sharing our souls with others is a desperate play, taking our hearts in hand holding it up to see what the world might say. Like a wild flower growing in the green field, we set out sights upon the hot winds knowing our fates are sealed. Wouldn’t take much to do ourselves in, a backward glance, a forward chance, a gentle stroke of the pen. Echoing memories of my pen strokes brushing across my heart, chambering memories that bounce within looking for passages to part. Frantic is the emotion that pushes us on, looking for the chambered memories that have gone wrong. Soulless is the reflection within our eyes, they search there own resurrection and hold us in despise, Our souls travel where they can not go, where shadows play they can look..... but dare not stay. Joel. To sum this all up it’s easy to say, we win... we loose, it matters not..... it’s the play. |
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SEA 
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
Joel~ I really like the way you express yourself! This is a great poem.  -SEA |
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NamelessOne Member
since 2000-04-09
Posts 197Biloxi MS |
"Frantic is the emotion that pushes us on" wow great stuff, Joel i enjoyed your poem,thanks |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
No, sometimes seeing someone glancing at his watch, you know....but in reading these words, time stopped for a good reason...and they were so beautiful Kathleen |
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tracie66 Member Elite
since 2000-01-18
Posts 4713Australia |
Fabulous stuff Joel~ Exceptional piece and I loved it~ Very special~ Tracie~ Keep all the windows of your mind open Anne Rooks |
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