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A Note To None

If I rewrote the story and somehow are paths did not cross. In temptations fire. We would only know the cold of others. Freezing in the silent agony unable to speak. The statue remains its meaning erased. As into others we will seek. The emotions we no longer share. Alone I am now inthe isolation of many blank stares. The jokes are but a wall built to conceal. All that I am. That I could never reveal. Use the substances to keep you numb. And let the voices take you to another place. Beyond the madness there lies beauthy in pain. And always truth. Destruction breeds art. I light up in a room of vacant stares and empty lives. To blind in addiction to know the other does exist. In this den like some scene from a opium parlor from the west. Ashes hit the floor along with my pride. This battle im losing with devilish glee. All but nothing is left. so in the shadows I confide. Sometimes wisdom can come from great acts of stupidty sometimes pain brings us closer to the truth nothing stays buried it just lays in wait.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 6/1/2010 10:55:00 PM
There is much depth in this poem, John--and I think your last stanza concludes it best--thanks for this thought provoking write --nikko :)
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Date: 4/20/2010 8:17:00 PM
I really enjoyed your analogies, good write.:)
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Date: 4/20/2010 9:19:00 AM
this is awesome. do you still have that poem we were writing? god, id love to be able to read and work on it again. it was bloody brilliant of us John.
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Date: 4/19/2010 8:44:00 AM
Enjoyed the last 3 lines...The truth is in it..p.d.
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Date: 4/17/2010 3:41:00 PM
very nice write and yes I will check out the pub linda also told me about it will check it out when I get a chance thank you for your comments and enjoying my poetry faleshia
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Date: 4/17/2010 6:11:00 AM
John, this is certainly one of the best i have read for quite a while now. Its deep, moody, uplifting at times. To me its as if someone is trying to find themselves again >> excellent piece my friend >> James
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Date: 4/17/2010 6:06:00 AM
John this poem is very deep,the voices,the echoes,the ashes,the shadows,the burial,the emotions,the truth in waiting. .One of your gems,says so much,a favorite-tnx for stopping by..Charma
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Date: 4/17/2010 6:01:00 AM
Many times we build "walls" to conceal our feelings, John. The message in your last line is quite profound and bears much truth, John. From his own pain, Van Gogh produced great beauty. I hope you are not really in pain now, but you have given us quite a brilliant poem! Love, Carolyn
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