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Array ( [sid] => 79154 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Other voices [time] => 2005-01-09 14:28:58 [hometext] => For Td [bodytext] => I can see into his soft smile,
and I am saved.
The way his eyes wrinkle
when he says "Hello",
and I never want to return to Earth.
Day after day,
I am haunted by his sweetness,
though it is only a memory,
it still chills me to the bone.
I need to be reminded why
"home is where the heart is".
My heart has left many a bloody
mess in it's path of
destruction.
This destruction has been built upon
a broken foundation of need
not love.
Of solitude,
not sharing.
The lifeless mass to which I am bound
is not a home but,
more often than most,
a cell.
But,
just at the moment
when fear and doubt
flood my universe,
the walls slowly crack.
The reminder I need
comes in as a slow creep
as light and particles of dust
cover my clothes,
my entire surroundings,
and I am blanketed by the only way
he can love.
I find comfort in my patients,
for I know the walls will
eventually fall,
and I know this
because his hands are
blistered and bleeding
from holding the hammer tightly,
the hammer that breaks the cell.
This is the reminder
from him to me that
home IS where the heart is. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 141 [topic] => 48 [informant] => Nardo [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )

Other voices

Contributed by Nardo on Sunday, 9th January 2005 @ 02:28:58 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

I can see into his soft smile,
and I am saved.
The way his eyes wrinkle
when he says "Hello",
and I never want to return to Earth.
Day after day,
I am haunted by his sweetness,
though it is only a memory,
it still chills me to the bone.
I need to be reminded why
"home is where the heart is".
My heart has left many a bloody
mess in it's path of
destruction.
This destruction has been built upon
a broken foundation of need
not love.
Of solitude,
not sharing.
The lifeless mass to which I am bound
is not a home but,
more often than most,
a cell.
But,
just at the moment
when fear and doubt
flood my universe,
the walls slowly crack.
The reminder I need
comes in as a slow creep
as light and particles of dust
cover my clothes,
my entire surroundings,
and I am blanketed by the only way
he can love.
I find comfort in my patients,
for I know the walls will
eventually fall,
and I know this
because his hands are
blistered and bleeding
from holding the hammer tightly,
the hammer that breaks the cell.
This is the reminder
from him to me that
home IS where the heart is.

Copyright © Nardo ... [ 2005-01-09 14:28:58]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Other voices (User Rating: 1 )
by reprobate on Sunday, 9th January 2005 @ 04:46:22 PM AEST
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would you answer a question --- in the line ' I find comfort in my...' is that a medical reference or was it meant to be 'patience'?
just wondering how it fits
good job
thanks for sharing

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