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Perdition
Contributed by
Man_On_High
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Tuesday, 10th May 2005 @ 09:57:19 PM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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I can finally see the end
crawling towards me
like some diseased sick child,
my mind fraught with the vision
It beckons to me
a splintered mission of life,
it comes and goes
and I'm caught
waiting for the next...
A sad long journey
nearing the end-
I pull in wait and stop
breathless...
everything I've known
and been lost in these text
I'm moving on
from the right and wrong
of my life, far and away gone
no more...
I walk to the light of death
and not so much as how
I woud've said
but in all I've been
and all I've met...
seen in my last solitary breath.
M.O.H
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Man_On_High
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2005-05-10 21:57:19]
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Re: Perdition
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by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 10th May 2005 @ 10:01:49 PM AEST
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| This was a good poem, I like how you ended it, keep up the good work. |
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Re: Perdition
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by jjones12 on
Tuesday, 10th May 2005 @ 10:46:32 PM AEST
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i hope that you find some happienss..... great write though.
=jen= |
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Re: Perdition
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by Former_Member on
Friday, 6th October 2006 @ 05:33:51 PM AEST
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Omigosh .. I love, love LOVE this title!!!!!
How ominous, as well as that opening line ..
What an honest and naked truth. In all your writes I am continually amazed by a thought
process (and expression) that literally strips me. There are but a few who can identify and
write emotion as you do, dearest Billy. You have cut yourself and bled words, my dear poet,
as if to say, " .. here. Here it is. This is me!" Right in the moment of emotion! And it both excites
and stirs my very own emotion, to a degreee very few can accomplish. It, like the talent
displayed here, is incredibly rare. (I am reminded of, not only certain prolific poets here,
but many artistic masters who, through their art, bleed emotion.) What Coleridge said
about Donne, could just as easily be said about you, my dear poet, especially here--
" .. where the writer thinks, and expects the reader to do so - electrifying!"
This piece sparks my curiosity in that, if we see this as a metaphor -- the death of
something, other than life itself, -- then the meanings here, lie endless. The last
stanza is intensely relatable, I believe to many. Your capacity for peculiar rationale within
your words, ever and always inspires me, sweets.
My admiration for you knows no bounds, (or end, I daresay).
real, rare and beautiful ..
[as are you]
XoX
~Breezy |
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