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Amass the Anger Her Youth Represses

I move with purpose and tremor 
   Wading in Death's Secret Sea to spill gray and heavy summers
Steaming rain is stalking
A walker crawls over with its incessant rage and hunger

Rest my heart in your cool resolve if you dare

Somebody soon dead
    treads upon your life.

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Duke Beaufort

Date: 8/12/2015 8:19:00 PM

...I think Justin's comment is very good. I have to be curious as to where this perception is going so I will keep coming back. At least I do not have nightmares from your work--not yet.

Laura Breidenthal
Date: 8/12/2015 8:25:00 PM

Nonono, I certainly hope not my friend! : ) You are so awesome. Yeah, I really like Justin's comments. He's usually spot on too, a lot like you. I do feel that repression saves our minds from going insane at times, not speaking just from what I've experienced, but from what I see around me... it can make a dead person out of anyone, holding back their full potential. We've got hungry monsters after us, we cant afford to be blind to it. ~Laura

Duke Beaufort

Date: 8/12/2015 8:17:00 PM

And of course, it is also true that there are memories of all kinds of horrible and dead things appearing inside our slightly damaged and used heads. So, we try to deal with it on whatever level we can and what we are and do pays homage to what came before. And as you point out, there is also the soon to be dead roaming around. Looking at things the way you do is fun. There are a lot of bad things happening in this world. Your work is an allegory for much of it. I try to understand....

Laura Breidenthal
Date: 8/12/2015 8:22:00 PM

You understand wonderfully, Duke! It amazes me, the depths of your thoughts on account of this verse. I take what you say very seriously and I cherish your take. Very interesting." it is also true that there are memories of all kinds of horrible and dead things appearing inside our slightly damaged and used heads" I agree...and wow! Thanks! ~Laura

Justin Bordner

Date: 8/7/2015 2:20:00 AM

The spirit that heaves with tumult between the imagery and emotions of this poem speaks of a unique justice that can only be delivered from your heart. "Steaming rain is stalking...I move with purpose and tremor " frickin wow!!! And the title is so intellectual too... There is something so very seductive in the prophecy of your deep storm Laura...I can taste the rain...J.A.B. another FAV!!

Laura Breidenthal
Date: 8/7/2015 3:49:00 AM

I thought this poem might stir something exciting in you, Justin. Dead do walk the earth, it seems. ~Laura

Eileen Manassian

Date: 8/6/2015 8:42:00 AM

This seems foreboding, Laura. I hope all is well, dear.

Laura Breidenthal
Date: 8/6/2015 3:02:00 PM

Hello hello! My mind was high at work earlier today. I wanted to write a walker-themed poem. Almost like the repressed rage inside is shown through these dead, hungry soulless bodies roaming and roaming... if that makes any sort of sense. Honestly I have no idea where it was going till it was finished. Thank you for reading; I promise I will take a visit to your lovely work soon! ~Laura

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