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The Comfort and the Hunger

Time drifts after midnight Disconnected from reason As if the air it's self were alive with it's own kind of magic Filled with the sweet angels and vampires of my days And me remembering the comfort and hunger of their love and or lust And knowing I would be nothing without them Just another man without wings who had a need to fly Time and my mind drift after midnight Up one primrose path and down another endless ally way into the city lights Its so strange you know but I can't remember now who drew first blood Who gave up the world for love And What it all means to be the survivor when love has fallen far and away into the night The world and I are changing And those by polor blues have got me by the _ _ _ _ _ again So strike up the band while there is life there is time For one more song and dance

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 8/3/2013 7:19:00 AM
Another intriguing write, excellent read you are a very talent writer,newly done, blessings sueellen
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Date: 7/27/2013 6:57:00 PM
Impressive stuff Michael.Very creative I thought also.
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Suzanne Delaney
Date: 7/31/2013 1:36:00 AM
Michael Just wanted to say Hi. Your comment box wipes out my comments. Perhaps I am blocked by accident. Loved the line. Just another man without wings who had a need to fly. Take care, SuZ
Date: 7/27/2013 12:56:00 AM
Prefer rocknroll myself. Why only one more?
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Date: 7/26/2013 1:42:00 AM
What a poetic marvel this poem is Michael! I am in awe of your talent. I could identify with your words as this poem sang to me in colors. Mahalo my friend.
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Date: 7/25/2013 9:32:00 PM
Hello Michael, HA! I love it, and i know the feeling... hey I said to much.. Just Kidding... disconnected from reason's not me. but, this reminds me of the poem my sister Skat wrote.. called "Girl Interrupted" probably the opposite. her theme, was stuck in a mental state of bipolar, after falling hard and could not move one... good going with your poem....LINDA
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