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Post by anirbas on Jul 24, 2007 0:44:31 GMT -6
still the wound
that will not heal
suppurating pain and misery
odiferous green waves
of pulsillanimous angst that drown
my spirit and force
me to my knees
to retch up
the black contents
of our shared past
ever to relive
over and over
my dankest,
darkest failure
always it will haunt me
I could not save you
from genetics,
drugs, the world,
yourself...
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Post by DavidMc on Jul 24, 2007 9:58:01 GMT -6
odiferous and pulsillanimous your poem isn't!
Love, David
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Post by anirbas on Jul 24, 2007 16:56:31 GMT -6
thank ya, darlin'...I was having an emotionally backstepping
moment and this fell like a frog from my mind...Love, Sabrina
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Post by anirbas on Jul 25, 2007 13:20:27 GMT -6
~My Son...
Dead hours
of the past
bloat and sag
in my face...
Impregnated
with the possibilty
of future harm
to come and be...
If I cannot continue
to keep myself
and those
whom depend
on me to protect
them, us...
My heart is wrenched
by the realization...
You are the anti-thesis
of a lurid, evil spell...
Full of wickedness,
the unclean
and the unwell...
You are a blackened sky
through which even the stars
dare not arc and spark
nor the moon
to shine...
Yet, I still
love you,
my son...
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Post by brandnewmessiah on Jul 27, 2007 5:01:37 GMT -6
past hauntings may be painful but at least they do inspire. Awesome work as always Anir! ~ Troy
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Post by anirbas on Jul 28, 2007 18:58:45 GMT -6
thank you, Troy...I guess in each life, there will always be someone we know or knew, we must keep our distance from and yet, whom we ever wish we could have helped...have saved from themselves...almost lost our sanity trying to save...for me, I gave birth to that person...
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