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Writing Addiction |
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D.Lester Young Senior Member
since 2001-12-08
Posts 1219Austin, Tx |
Writing for salvation Oh heaven above, bless the writer For the beautiful addiction to words, The spirit must believe in the gift Flowing in genuflection of divine reflections. Oh God, I pray for a solution That does not lead into starvation For the nourishment You give Must be physical and spiritual, Mental inspiration of lifting spirits. Angelic brothers and sisters elevate any doubts, The worth of a writer of any human language. Writing for survival Others have tried to censure me, To silence the therapy of my worth But the spigot had to be opened To seek the sanity of human reaction, Spontaneous combustion of intellectual ideas Flowing from independent thinking. May the force grow stronger Surviving in sheer willpower. Writing for that song Singing into my heart Beating in me those stormy words That springs upon sensual music Inside emotions felt by all of humanity, Trying to survive in the idiom of love In the introspection of peaceful coexistence Bringing souls together in harmony. Writing from determination The mirror sees a weak man Beaten down from time’s abuse, Terminated “At Will” into depression. The seed must grow and crack the shell Germinating the ugly frog into a prince Fantasy of an American dreamer Battered in smiles of success Like a star spangled banner. Nightmare of frustration I have to survive. Writing for sunshine Flowering of infinite floral fragrances, Rainbows of sparkling crystal chandeliers, Floating mind of exquisite landscapes, Blanketing love of smiling faces Cuddling softness of your lover’s kiss. Peaceful tranquility, ocean waves rolling in Winds of free expressions of writer’s dreams Wishing to share the love of words In creating perfection in your mind. Writing for myself Haunting words of one’s profession, Horrendous struggle inside dictionaries Fighting for enlightened preservation, The tears of emotional duress Falling on a paper of love Sharing your most cherished possession In a portrait of mental illustrations, Failing to reach you, my ultimate fear To have touched you, my ultimate conquest. D.Lester Young Somewhere in America not on company time 08/25/03 The Crossfire Poet |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
D.Lester You have touched me with this, as you have touched on so many reasons why I write. Thank you!  |
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wandering glider Senior Member
since 2001-04-04
Posts 501aloft |
YES YES All of that and more . . . -glider- (the best addiction I ever had?) |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
you've got lots of company here |
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Copperbell Senior Member
since 2003-11-08
Posts 956 |
yup - and not on company time - on coffee breaks |
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msflame Member
since 2002-05-21
Posts 188 |
This is amazing and brought to mind one of my favorite quotes (there are many) if I could share it. Thanks for the read. the quote is: "Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things", --T.S. Eliot. 'Tradition and the Individual Talent', 1919 |
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