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Michael

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Member Rara Avis

since 1999-08-13

Posts 7666
California

0 posted 2000-04-28 05:51 AM

TURN TO STONE

A child peers deep through the sky.
A twinkle gleams across his eye.
Dire ambition lost in a stare
Where even imagination wouldn't dare.
A world, his own to perceive,
Suddenly seems more than just make believe;
Or trees or flowers, sands and stars,
Colors and shapes or candy bars.

Realization, the first fatal step persists
The acknowledgment that life, itself, exists.
Luring us to explore, senses fulfill,
Till we derive at thoughts and hope and will.
Refuting a world where we could safely dwell,
While it slowly fades under this spell.
In the ashes of sleep, a glowing ember,
Till it's just a dream we won't remember.

Passion calls for the sacrifice,
Innocence, the going price.
Knowledge, the fruit curiosity gains.
Reality is all that remains.
Emotions arise in spiritual bemuse
Of Antiquity and her outdated views.
For the spirit of life with youth is bold,
You just never see it until you're old.

Candor, the lost hope of paradox,
Tightens the chains and clasps the locks...
Which bind us into this realm of life,
That imprisons the soul in shackles of strife.
With anguish and pain, heartache and remorse,
Disease and death to follow in due course.
Where a daydreaming child is certainly prone
To blink his eyes and simply turn to stone.

Michael Anderson

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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

[This message has been edited by Michael (edited 04-28-2000).]

ellie LeJeune
Member Elite

since 2000-01-10

Posts 4156
King of Prussia, PA USA

1 posted 2000-04-28 06:32 AM

Michael; This poem is exquisitely written. It sounds and feels like the dark night of the soul. St. John of the Cross wrote a book with that title. I've been there and the only way I found out, was up and through prayer. Ellie

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tracie66
Member Elite

since 2000-01-18

Posts 4713
Australia

2 posted 2000-04-28 06:54 AM

Michael~
This was very deep~

For the spirit of life with youth is bold
You just never see it until you're old.....

Where a daydreaming child is certainly prone
to blink his eyes and simply turn to stone...

Thanks for sharing this Michael

Tracie~

Keep all the windows of your mind open
Anne Rooks

Joel the wolf
Senior Member

since 2000-04-06

Posts 1333
Angels Camp

3 posted 2000-04-28 09:35 AM

Great work Michael, as always, your an inspiration.
Joel.

I howl a mornful song, that echos within my chambered heart, for all to read? nay for all to feel.

Janet Marie
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since 2000-01-22

Posts 18554

4 posted 2000-04-28 10:13 AM

A child peers deep through the sky.
A twinkle gleams across his eye.
Dire ambition lost in a stare
Where even imagination wouldn't dare.
A world, his own to perceive,
Suddenly seems more than just make believe;
Or trees or flowers, sands and stars,
Colors and shapes or candy bars.
------------------
Refuting a world where we could safely dwell,
While it slowly fades under this spell.
In the ashes of sleep, a glowing ember,
Till it's just a dream we won't remember.

Passion calls for the sacrifice,
Innocence, the going price.
Knowledge, the fruit curiosity gains.
Reality is all that remains.
Emotions arise in spiritual bemuse
Of Antiquity and her outdated views.
For the spirit of life with youth is bold,
You just never see it until you're old.
-------------------

stone feels nothing...
stone cant evoke emotion in us the way you do...
stone cant write like this ...
you will already know that this poem effects me deeply, and why.
man, I love the way you write.
take care my poetice friend, please.
jm

hsystems
Member

since 2000-03-28

Posts 319
Murray, UT, USA

5 posted 2000-04-28 10:50 AM

Michael - this is a very poignant poem, and it touched me deeply. Thank you so much for sharing it!

Troy

Beautiful, Thought-Provoking Poetry
http://www.h-systems.net/p1.htm

StarrGazer
Senior Member

since 2000-03-05

Posts 679
Texas

6 posted 2000-04-29 02:15 AM

oh nooo I feel myself turning to stone as my childhood dreams vanish into thin air and I'm left wondering where the time went... This was a great poem Michael sorry for the kind of lame humor in the begining of the reply but I'm in a good mood for a change, and the subject of the poem was so deep I'm trying to make light of it I suppose

Mystical being
which makes ink flow
Surround me in
your incandescent glow
Fill my brain with
thoughts and rhyme
As I try to capture
but a moment in time
~Shan~

Irish Rose
Member Patricius

since 2000-04-06

Posts 10263

7 posted 2000-04-29 10:10 PM

there is a love that makes even the stones to cry out in song, and God we all need it don't we?
this was beautiful

Kathleen
indy31_99@yahoo.com

Michael

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Member Rara Avis

since 1999-08-13

Posts 7666
California

8 posted 2000-05-01 05:54 AM

Ellie, I will definately check out that book - and keep praying as well.  TY

tracie, I'm glad you found this enjoyable.

Joel, thanks for the read - Glad I can inspire you.

Janet, Stone shouldn't bleed either...  Alas, what does that make me?

Troy, glad it reached you...

StarrGazer, I didn't see that as lame humor.  Was exactly what I was trying to portray in the poem.  What happens to childhood dreams and innocense?  What good is living when we die emotionally?

Irish Rose, Indeed we all do...

Michael

AVANTI
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since 2000-02-02

Posts 664
INDIA/MAHARASHTRA/PUNE

9 posted 2000-05-01 07:58 AM

very deep and true words...
i loved this one

If all was light...then I would have never learnt the dark...from which such truth evolves
from which evolves the light...
Avanti Rao

Swåmp¤Faerÿie
Member

since 2000-03-29

Posts 358
Illinois

10 posted 2000-05-01 11:46 PM

all i can say is "WOW"....this is SO wonderful and beautiful. This is exactly the way i feel,and the loss of childhood i morn,but i'm still holding on to peices of mine =] Thank you for putting my feelings into such a beautiful poem. I love this,you know what??¿ This is now one of my favorite poems....every over Tennyson's Lady of Shallott and Edgar Allen Poe =] This is so great.

green eyed monster

And there she weaves by night and day,
a magic web of colours gay.~Tennyson

Isis
Member Ascendant

since 1999-09-06

Posts 6296
Sunny Queensland

11 posted 2000-05-01 11:59 PM

It makes YOU the wonderful, caring, sensitive man that you are!! Michael you have a way you deeply reach out and affect the reader, tis truly your gift!! Thanks for sharing it with us all, now and with each wonderous poem you write.
The Dark Master Rulez!!!

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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