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On The First Anniversary My Heart Finally Broke (a repost)
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On The First Anniversary My Heart Finally Broke (a repost) |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows 
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I hear the pipes sing amazing grace I hear them in my dreams I hear the screams every day, the months of cadenced march out of the open pit mine of the souls, all day long and through the night in and out of mind until my heart ran out of song. Today the bells ring, performers sing and everybody's priests ask gods for treats. Each name a moment held in all solemnity on edge to slip into eternity; the pomp and circumstance, the ceremony's tears and choking fears that this will mean an end to the beginning of the years we mark remembering the dead, the living dead whose names all run together labels on one giant blended bleeding soul. If one more plastic politician says, ‘Let's roll,' I think I will be sick. The dead can sleep, where is the peace of heart and soul that could bring quiet to the living? We have mourned a year. We've buried buttons and a watch, a rock, handfuls of dirt and ash, a shoe or two, some bone fragments, photographs in empty caskets, empty arms and beds tears in empty hearts. It's time to leave. For some it's time to stalk revenge cold and crafted with precision. So, the killings never end. There is no grief beyond the love of that which death can steal. There is no deal to make, no memorial to shake the horror of the memories, the smell the taste of human ashes mixed with fuel melted steel vaporized concrete the grit that clogged our eyes, a blessing in disguise; the dream's there every day, turn back and turn away run, no where to go, who died when there is nothing left to hold but memories of clouds thick choking horror floating in the air so full that vision's lost, sounds of bodies hitting ground just beyond the reach of sight within the sound, the claws of fright, no where to hide. No where to hide. ©2003 by icebox (written September 11, 2002) |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
IceBox~ 'There is no grief beyond the love of that which death can steal' This statement squeezes my heart with it's accuracy as we remember~ Thank you for your thoughtful insight~ *Huglets*  ~*Marge*~ ~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost, |
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Kevo Member
since 2004-06-02
Posts 466Navarro County, Texas, USA |
Very powerful poem. I still struggle with it at times. It still hurts. I think about it often, the families torn apart, the fatherless/motherless children, all of it. Such a tragedy that has left scars on us all. You write well of it my friend. A beautiful bit of writing indeed with a strong, strong message. I appeciated it more than you know. Kevin |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
we mark remembering the dead, the living dead whose names all run together labels on one giant blended bleeding soul. sighing M |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
yes, the dead can sleep... |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Your heart is too beautiful to remain in any state of disrepair for very long my friend.  and a sigh with a thank you |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
a most sobering piece on a most sobering day and we are all in this together afterall, aren't we? for better or for worse, it's our world |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
You all are very kind to indulge me in reading this. I thank you from my soul and I wish you peace. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
From 9-26-01....I hope you don't mind a snippit from a poem I wrote: I look for something to grasp with words, but it is all so big, so huge, so monstrously cold, that I have to look down to my foot where the dog sleeps with one eye open, waiting for me to explain why the ball lays quiet on the teal carpet. I'm glad you reposted this, icebox...you express what so many feel, so well! |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
I guess the reason why I haven't read this sooner is that my soul remembers and and subconsciously or consciously (not sure which today) I have been in mourning all week. Only love breaks our hearts...and only love can mend them again. |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
iceman, The grief compounded by the horror multiplied by the insanity of hate overwhelms us with sorrow that may take a life time to resolve. And you have remembered it exceptionally well and with dignity. Thank you kind sir. If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again. |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
thank you for bringing this back to me... one of the best feeling writes I have ever read~~ M |
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MGROVES
since 2004-02-01
Posts 3802california |
amazing grace-a tune i hear often-in the night,day,sleep and awake,along with the tears,sorrow,screams,and pain deeply felt,within my souls- My spirit will rise |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
As this day approaches, again I find myself mourning, not just for the events and losses of that day, but for exactly what you have said. *hugs*.....jo |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
good write ARCTIC WIND |
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