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Riding The Storm |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California 
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RIDING THE STORM I recall a day some time ago, A sky ice blue and chaste. Gentle winds stirred in accord with The warmth of the sun I faced. I recall the faces of that day, Pride lead the caravan. As one by one they turned away While disease crept upon this man. I recall the sun setting over clouds, A brilliant portrait on the sky. And how chilly the wind became Watching it slowly die. I recall a voice, distinguished words, That touched my heart, now wrought in stone. Compelling me to walk the night In search of something all my own. Then strange silence, a palpable sensation, A kiss from the dead upon my lips. A curse to carry, a dream to bury, By the hush of bleeding fingertips. I recall the blast, a lightning flash, Exhilaration from depths of the dark. One thousand one, Thor's hammer stung! It seems the storm had found its mark. I recall looking unto the sky, The rain of tiny stones pelting my face. Laughter falling within the night, To mask my earlier disgrace. I recall calling, crying, screaming, I recall no answer ever came. In loss of time, dying or dreaming, In loss of life, in loss of name. And now, the winds, they ride ferocious. Stability collapses at my side. Where darkened moments of confusion, Show no man's a man without his pride. I recall balance escaping me Stumbling, fumbling, falling from grace. Reaching for strength in a foreign pillar, Turning dust, staring me in the face. I recall the words, (love, honor, cherish), Turned abandonment in time of need. By the dagger which cut my heart out, Gutted my soul, left me to bleed. My fair-weather friends, fiendish and foul, All in line while I had to give. Couldst thou not look upon me now, That once again I may live? For now I stand cold, numb, and senseless, Faceless shadows encircling my soul. Been days, been years, I can't recall The last moment I may have seemed whole. Looking at my hands, the wounds have healed, But the scars are too tender to touch. And my stomach still squeams as I drift off to dreams Of something I never needed to need so much. Am I riding the storm, or is this storm riding me? Am I standing my ground or standing in the grave? For Time and life just keep rolling along, Dragging me behind in the chains of a slave. Not sure where I'm going, I only know where I've been. I look to the horizon, the sun kissing the sky. If my own destiny, if not change it now, when? I'm breaking these chains, it's time to learn how to fly! Michael Anderson For all behind was dark and drear, And all before was night and fear. How many hours of night or day In those suspended pangs I lay, I could not tell; I scarcely knew If this were human breath I drew. Lord Byron |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
and I have the feeling you are going to soar higher than you have ever been! Kathleen |
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Isis Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-06
Posts 6296Sunny Queensland |
I agree with Irish Rose and when you do fly it'll be to heights unknown ever before, not even imagined. I'll join you hon and we'll soar together  A heart and soul are not judged by how much you love, but by how much you are loved by others... ~Isis~ (Goddess - Sovereign of the Spirit) |
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AVANTI Senior Member
since 2000-02-02
Posts 664INDIA/MAHARASHTRA/PUNE |
beautiful poem...you know I love it when you end with that positive feeling... you're gonna saor way up...that's true... it's where you belong... If all was light...then I would have never learnt the dark...from which such truth evolves from which evolves the light... Avanti Rao |
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Joel the wolf Senior Member
since 2000-04-06
Posts 1333Angels Camp |
I'll see you in the clouds. My friend. very moving. Joe. I howl a mornful song, that echos within my chambered heart, for all to read? nay for all to feel. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
I recall the faces of that day, Pride lead the caravan. As one by one they turned away While disease crept upon this man. ------------------------- I recall a voice, distinguished words, That touched my heart, now wrought in stone. Compelling me to walk the night In search of something all my own. ----------------------- I recall looking unto the sky, The rain of tiny stones pelting my face. Laughter falling within the night, To mask my earlier disgrace. I recall calling, crying, screaming, I recall no answer ever came. In loss of time, dying or dreaming, In loss of life, in loss of name. -------------- I recall the words, (love, honor, cherish), Turned abandonment in time of need. By the dagger which cut my heart out, Gutted my soul, left me to bleed. ----------- For now I stand cold, numb, and senseless, Faceless shadows encircling my soul. Been days, been years, I can't recall The last moment I may have seemed whole. Looking at my hands, the wounds have healed, But the scars are too tender to touch. And my stomach still squeams as I drift off to dreams Of something I never needed to need so much. ------------------ Not sure where I'm going, I only know where I've been. I look to the horizon, the sun kissing the sky. If my own destiny, if not change it now, when? I'm breaking these chains, it's time to learn how to fly! ------------------- ok...maybe I should just have highlighted the whole poem *smile* sometimes i swear i could eat your poems with a spoon  this is exceptional M, So much of you in this...and you know I love the ending... and the light that shines there...you seem empowered of late... I wish and pray for you ... those wings to fly... to find that "something all your own"... and most of all to again feel whole. You are so special M. *smile* whether you believe it or not...you are. your amazing...trust me. Take care, jm < !signature--> Well the sun sets gently on your shoulders And it makes me want to touch you there. And the light in your eyes makes me feel Like there's something much better out there Something kind... And I know someday I might be looking around Trying to find some purpose Well purpose it can't be that hard to find As long as I've got the wind... The wind and your love to carry me. vertical horizon [This message has been edited by Janet Marie (edited 04-16-2000).] |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Michael, Wow, the storm as sickness washed away by the rain. Mike |
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