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The dark .... the thoughts....
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The dark .... the thoughts.... |
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Slashed soul Member
since 2000-03-29
Posts 86England |
Night slides its veil over my body, landscape fades to grey, Colour has no place here, Beauty confined to shadows that move like black flames. Close my eyes, time to think, Conscience takes my hand, together we walk the marble corridors of my mind. Pillars of Strength, rustic oak doors, So many closed, too many have been opened. Old dusty tea chests of memories, Cob-webbed love letters, heavy leather bound books on love lost, Archives of pain. Sit and study, pondering, dreaming Images puncture the darkness, Some make it darker, some explode with colour, I watch, I feel, I drown in my history. Time has no counter here, deeper I sink, no reason, no logic, no boundaries, just time for me to think. -Rich-  ) |
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Joel the wolf Senior Member
since 2000-04-06
Posts 1333Angels Camp |
Your "Marble Corridors" must link over to mine. I enjoyed this very much on a Sunday morn. Memory lane can be an experience with your to many doors opened, I like your descriptions of the "Old dusty tea chest of memories" This was well thought out or you had one hell of an inspiration. Anyway, Thank you for a good read. Joel. I howl a mornful song, that echos within my chambered heart, for all to read? nay for all to feel. |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
"time has no counter here" oh I love that.... loved it all! Kathleen |
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dhuron Member
since 2000-03-19
Posts 476 |
Very Good Post. Really Enjoyed this read. Daniel |
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