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As I reach the tired shores of oblivion a voice beckons
Come with me I’ll give you warmth How is it that this stranger feels so familiar? I turn from my quest to look Only to see myself standing there, face to face with a place within me that I have long forgotten The innocence of the eyes still wide with wonder while youth dances on the shoulders of belief I cannot go with you comes from within me without my approval The place where you live has died and is buried in the ashes of failure The warmth you offer is the fire of laughing faces and places that have become shadows on my clock But the smile remains on the face of this intruder and contrasts the gray that has swallowed the remains of my contemplations I stare… Feeling the cold spray of the inevitable against the back of my neck, I turn to face the depths once more Fully intending to plunge a hand grabs at my jacket Its not too late sings through the breeze that just moments before only roared emptiness I stand… Without the gratitude of a formal reply I step One foot in One foot out Shaking Contemplating this moment I feel the cold enveloping my toes as the current swirls to invite me in I dance slipshod through the conscience of my own mortality reveling only in its coarseness Remember the voice Remember the voice he says as he morphs into an anchor that will not free me from these rocks And I become a vessel, beat against their shards, with entrails exposed, and my wealth poured out Lying now at the bottom of the sea that I wish to become one with The waves buffet But the anchor holds fast Why can’t you just free me I scream Allow me to go to the home of all my ambitions and visit the relatives of my dreams? Because I love you Love? Love? Do you still subscribe to that channel? Have you not seen the choices technology has wrought? Love is no longer available in my viewing area. Free me I scream I am trying too replies from a source I can no longer discern The salty sprays in my eyes have blinded me It is so dark, cold, violent, familiar Feels like home Let me go home Copywrite 2008 Use only with permission |
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Michael, wow.
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As I reach the tired shores of oblivion a voice beckons Come with me I’ll give you warmth How is it that this stranger feels so familiar? I turn from my quest to look Only to see myself standing there, face to face with a place within me that I have long forgotten The innocence of the eyes still wide with wonder while youth dances on the shoulders of belief I cannot go with you comes from within me without my approval The place where you live has died and is buried in the ashes of failure The warmth you offer is the fire of laughing faces and places that have become shadows on my clock But the smile remains on the face of this intruder and contrasts the gray that has swallowed the remains of my contemplations I stare… Feeling the cold spray of the inevitable against the back of my neck, I turn to face the depths once more Fully intending to plunge a hand grabs at my jacket Its not too late sings through the breeze that just moments before only roared emptiness I stand… Without the gratitude of a formal reply I step One foot in One foot out Shaking Contemplating this moment I feel the cold enveloping my toes as the current swirls to invite me in I dance slipshod through the conscience of my own mortality reveling only in its coarseness Remember the voice Remember the voice he says as he morphs into an anchor that will not free me from these rocks And I become a vessel, beat against their shards, with entrails exposed, and my wealth poured out Lying now at the bottom of the sea that I wish to become one with The waves buffet But the anchor holds fast Why can’t you just free me I scream Allow me to go to the home of all my ambitions and visit the relatives of my dreams? Because I love you Love? Love? Do you still subscribe to that channel? Have you not seen the choices technology has wrought? Love is no longer available in my viewing area. Free me I scream I am trying too replies from a source I can no longer discern The salty sprays in my eyes have blinded me It is so dark, cold, violent, familiar Feels like home Let me go home Copywrite 2008 Use only with permission Daily I die, the stare past the vista continues to transfix what once was trying to transform to what is. Death and love were it not the same could I see? |
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Thank you very much everyone
 I thought this one was lost to page 15 LOL.
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This write is beyond words Michael. Wow! is currently my only thought.
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This write is beyond words Michael. Wow! is currently my only thought.
Thank you very much 
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