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[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Abandoned Spot
[time] => 2005-09-28 00:30:20
[hometext] => Forgive me for not responding in kind... I promise to...
[bodytext] =>
Calling Me...
as call you must-
For surely that is where it all begins.
..at last to make sense of this foolish life
when the most escapable charms
and antitrust conspiring alarms
that hold us tightly and all in thrall..
as we precariously can crawl
about our little plot..
loosen up and lamely fall
from our inhospitable skin
and nothing more we crave
of Sunset.. or of Dawn
prizes lost or a newest con
of tenacious image haul
from a sinister nowhere
of above and beyond the air
beyond and below an initial grave
and with no need then to act so brave
or lament of a perilous abandoned spot
one in which we think we got
but we no longer care.
Call Me Lord...
and call you will..
in the dawn and dusk of all Our sinning
while always dreaming the dream of winning
one more fleeting moment filled
..my mouth filled with the usual stuff
nonsensical rambles..in measure enough
to buoy me through to another day
..content to let the Devil play
My eyes peeled for sudden wonders
on every random dream
still capable of self-surprise
and unutterable surmise
but still adept at making blunders
traversing the thin trapeze
above the torn nets of sanity
So I'd rather go while I'm ahead..
just before paying the inevitable toll
with an inconsequential soul..
My debts in life accumulated
as I fumbled and procrastinated
in earning some Daily Bread
bad enough at anytime to be dead..
you'll see that I'm awake or asleep
in April or November-deep
wild in cups or pondering sober
and if that singular vine should weep
at whose footfalls o're my aspirations leap
give them all the comfort you can-
and the promise of a happier plan
just waiting 'round the next bend
let 'em know you're passing aint the end-
of brighter things to come to them
of all the times that never were
no longer with me around
to mutter a single possessive sound.
Billy
[comments] => 9
[counter] => 222
[topic] => 75
[informant] => Man_On_High
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[ihome] => 0
[alanguage] => english
[acomm] => 0
[haspoll] => 0
[pollID] => 0
[score] => 30
[ratings] => 6
[editpoem] => 1
[associated] =>
[topicname] => anguished
)
Abandoned Spot
Contributed by
Man_On_High
on
Wednesday, 28th September 2005 @ 12:30:20 AM in AEST
Topic:
anguished
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Calling Me...
as call you must-
For surely that is where it all begins.
..at last to make sense of this foolish life
when the most escapable charms
and antitrust conspiring alarms
that hold us tightly and all in thrall..
as we precariously can crawl
about our little plot..
loosen up and lamely fall
from our inhospitable skin
and nothing more we crave
of Sunset.. or of Dawn
prizes lost or a newest con
of tenacious image haul
from a sinister nowhere
of above and beyond the air
beyond and below an initial grave
and with no need then to act so brave
or lament of a perilous abandoned spot
one in which we think we got
but we no longer care.
Call Me Lord...
and call you will..
in the dawn and dusk of all Our sinning
while always dreaming the dream of winning
one more fleeting moment filled
..my mouth filled with the usual stuff
nonsensical rambles..in measure enough
to buoy me through to another day
..content to let the Devil play
My eyes peeled for sudden wonders
on every random dream
still capable of self-surprise
and unutterable surmise
but still adept at making blunders
traversing the thin trapeze
above the torn nets of sanity
So I'd rather go while I'm ahead..
just before paying the inevitable toll
with an inconsequential soul..
My debts in life accumulated
as I fumbled and procrastinated
in earning some Daily Bread
bad enough at anytime to be dead..
you'll see that I'm awake or asleep
in April or November-deep
wild in cups or pondering sober
and if that singular vine should weep
at whose footfalls o're my aspirations leap
give them all the comfort you can-
and the promise of a happier plan
just waiting 'round the next bend
let 'em know you're passing aint the end-
of brighter things to come to them
of all the times that never were
no longer with me around
to mutter a single possessive sound.
Billy
Copyright ©
Man_On_High
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2005-09-28 00:30:20]
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Re: Abandoned Spot
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by shelby on
Wednesday, 28th September 2005 @ 01:03:09 AM AEST
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Billy I sit here with mouth wide open this is a masterpiece!
Michelle |
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Re: Abandoned Spot
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by emystar on
Wednesday, 28th September 2005 @ 03:36:04 AM AEST
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Very thoguht provoking, deep write.
huggs,
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Re: Abandoned Spot
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by Jenni_K on
Wednesday, 28th September 2005 @ 08:09:13 AM AEST
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Very profound write.... well done, Billy...
You are quite an inspiration...
Hugs
Jenni |
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Re: Abandoned Spot
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by hauntedscorp on
Wednesday, 28th September 2005 @ 01:51:55 PM AEST
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Excellent. An anguished, emotional, mindspill. Unfolding layer by layer, taking the reader through stages of dark despair. Very good job Billy.
Keep writing through it...things will get better: )
Scorp. |
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Re: Abandoned Spot
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by brew on
Wednesday, 28th September 2005 @ 07:58:59 PM AEST
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WEll,, things are what sometimes, we make them. Cant say any more, nor any less. It takes what is felt, and what is needed for an inner to get what they want
Beleiveable thinking
self reasurring
And ones trust
If not any, then..............?????//
Liked the write, but...cant, do any more. Its yours
Brew~ |
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Re: Abandoned Spot
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by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 28th September 2005 @ 08:55:23 PM AEST
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*reads poem.....is nearly shattered by the silence of the room........
draws a breath and finds her voice...*
Anguised does not even come close my dear Billy. You weaved
your words in such a torturous way. So bloody heartwrenching,
I am left weeping, and yet moved to no end. Would that I could, take
all this anguish away.....but still, from the deepest part of sorrow
does inspiration lie. And lo, how your words drip with inspiration!
"traversing the thin trapeze
above the torn nets of sanity"
Masterpiece falls short in description of this creation.
C'est magnifique!!!!
humbly yours,
~Breezy
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Re: Abandoned Spot
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by Archie on
Friday, 30th September 2005 @ 12:26:39 AM AEST
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| You speak with much wisdom. I can see by your words that we have a lot in common. This is truly a great poem to read that has much wisdom in it |
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Re: Abandoned Spot
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by wizard on
Monday, 3rd October 2005 @ 10:05:46 AM AEST
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wow bro...this blew me away, great post!
wiz |
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Re: Abandoned Spot
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by Eternal_Dreamer on
Monday, 3rd October 2005 @ 11:54:53 PM AEST
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A brilliant masterpiece filled with so much wisdom. I can see ur work been read in class rooms around the world one day my dear friend. Move over Allan Edgar Poe the spotlight belongs to the talented Billy now. I wished I had just half of ur talent dearest Billy. Keep penning those emotions down.
Much love from ur devoted fan,
Sue, ED. |
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