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The Comfort And The Hunger

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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

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  1. Date: 8/3/2013 7:19:00 AM
    Another intriguing write, excellent read you are a very talent writer,newly done, blessings sueellen

  1. Date: 7/27/2013 6:57:00 PM
    Impressive stuff Michael.Very creative I thought also.

    Delaney Avatar Suzanne Delaney
    Date: 7/31/2013 1:36:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    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
  1. Date: 7/27/2013 5:10:00 PM
    I was intrigued by the title so I just had to read this one, and let me tell you- that was a wise choice! This poem is absolutely incredible!

  1. Date: 7/27/2013 12:56:00 AM
    Prefer rocknroll myself. Why only one more?

  1. 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.

  1. 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