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Discussion in 'Spoken Word & Freestyle' started by mruss1, Feb 20, 2008.



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    Memories........

    Bittersweet are the memories,burning,then disappear.
    Eye's gaze,but cannot see........
    The mirror before me,taunts me.
    Invites me,sends me to my grave.
    Solemn but true,aspirations of what cannot be.
    Yet still yearning,only to retreat again.
    Thought is dark,glimmer bring the light inside.
    Directionless as I ponder,what is before me.
    Wonder of things that will never be..............
    Infectous words,rivet my soul,drive it far away.
    Happiness illusive,hides it's true intent.
    Hope dwindles,as the ambers to the fire lose their glow.
    Pity falls,forcing me within myself........
    The prison walls are fortified with guilt and regret.
    Tragic are thoughts of no escape.
    Twisting and turning,bow to your creator or be vanquished for eternity.
    Yet,what is forever?
    A stillness starts to grow,like the calm before the storm.
    I know not,what will become of me?
    Eyes gaze,but the vision has changed.
    Coiled ready to strike,they play their last hand.


    Posted By mruss1 | Feb 20, 2008
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    Hi Mark......

    such deep despair... I feel it cloyingly dark and depressive.. very dark..... you wrote this very well. These are questions I think everyone asks within themselves.... or maybe it is only us poets that do.... I don't know. Thanks for sharing Mark. :)

    Mysty


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    Thanks Mysty

    Hi Mysty,thanks for the response.Yes the poem is dark,but between the lines glimmers rays of hope.Life is rather bitter sweet,ther are moments of great joy as well as sorrow,I try to capture both.To me that's what writing is about,presenting different vatage points from which we see things and recording them.My writing is really an extension of my journal,a personal history.I find many people feel the same things,different circumstances with simular results.Here,s something a little more upbeat because all is not lost,just sometimes misplaced.
    The Winds of Change

    Brooks stumble over stones,on their journey towards the sea.
    A cold wind is blowing,the winds of change inside of me.......
    Clouds approach,block the sun out from the sky,
    I feel the winds of change as the dark clouds are passing by..........
    Emotions seem frozen,from the cold winter's chill,
    The world keeps on spinning,yet time just stands still.
    The fool is still poised,on his perch on the hill.
    The words are never spoken,they're held against their will.
    Meanwhile the skies get darker,it appears it may rain?
    The winds of change keep bowing,erasing all the pain........
    Nightime is approaching,it's darkest before the dawn.
    I try to fgind the pieces,but too many are gone.........
    The answers don't match the questions,as I gaze to find the light.
    The winds of change are howling,chasing out the night..........
    The sun soon awakens,the coming of the day.
    The winds of change are shifting,buried in the words I say.
    Nothing's left the same,as I wonder what to do?
    The awakening of the dawn,to start the day anew.
    A contentment starts to grow,then I seem to find my way.
    The winds of change deliver me,at this place we call today.
    The winds of change keep blowing,I catch my breath at last.
    They carry me to the future,leaving behind all that has passed.........


    Have a great day and peace!Mark


    Posted By mruss1 | Feb 25, 2008
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