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s o b e r... The fuse burns the skin; 'till years disappear in the sear. Those scars allow us to be who we are - - - urging us to bleed truth- - - so we can speed through the blues----- fueling us with the go, the giddy up to show, with each blow we grow,---and we Leggo our Ego -------just so the doubters we encounter shout louder and louder--- tho' they ain't got a clue as to who... or what we're about, or the journey of pain ballooning our veins with insane clout-------- and we wish upon a trouble free time to be near, yet it's far...- - - like the stars in the sky----...---sobering the view...while we drink the abuse------Still, the lit fuse burns the years till our fears cry.-____so hopefully, we learn from the scars when our tears dry.

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Karl Marszalowicz

Date: 7/26/2014 4:19:00 AM

colorful! I see some of what you meant. Sometimes we as poets try to be too colorful and lose the reader though. I do it too. when you say things like a catch phrase I.e. "Leggo our ego" it sounds cheesy. by that I merely mean insincere and unpracticed. I used to do that to.

Jay Loveless

Date: 4/15/2012 12:36:00 PM

the pain in his brain burned the clarity into my eyes, fuzzy from tears, misunderstanding these fears as i felt he would die, the sting that once was in my throat from screaming through the smoke, high, flying high where harm couldn't reach on wings of those who would destroy us, bleeding with rings red from another face, his own reflection shattered at his baby sisters embrace...(thanks for commenting. and nice work)

Carol Sunshine Brown

Date: 4/2/2012 5:55:00 AM

What a way to start a new week seeing all the comments made over the weekend to my poetry. Thank you ever so much for your kind words on my poetry JSL. It was a pleasure to read your poetry this morning. Love, Carol

Broken Butterfly

Date: 4/1/2012 8:50:00 AM

Hi JS, as I was reading your poem two sayings came to my mine, the first was , "the truth shall set you free" and the second was "I make my haters my motivators" . Regarding long poems vs short poems I know exactly what you mean, my shorter poems seem to get commented on more, but at times I cannot help myself, people often ask me about my handmade bags and would like them, I could make them and sell them I am sure, but no time for that, I buy notebooks made of recyled paper and draw on them also

Elizabeth Wesley

Date: 3/31/2012 8:43:00 AM

Amazing message, how true to bleed truth; a fantastic line and the whole blends with so many fantastic parts!

Natalie The Rogue Rhymer

Date: 3/27/2012 6:12:00 PM

Wow Joey! The second line is my favorite but the whole thing is magnificant :) I love how it's not literal like I expected it to be. Ohh and I'll have to look up the Eminem song. The only song I have on my ipod is 8 mile-LOL. But I do have some t-pain, 3oh!3 (or something like that) and Disturbed b/c I bought it from a high school kid. Some of that stuff helps me work out harder at the gym though. Have a great rest of week Joey!

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 3/26/2012 10:26:00 PM

HI, there,JOey,I loved the rhymes within this prose and that line leggo our ego. Genius!!

Tracy Edwards

Date: 3/25/2012 6:54:00 AM

Hurts in life can be quite sobering Mr.R.. Awesome piece.. he journey of pain ballooning our veins with insane clout..I know this line only too well xxx Hugs

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 3/25/2012 6:31:00 AM

Well done, wish you all the best ! - oxox love Anne-Lise

S.Jagathsimhan Nair

Date: 3/25/2012 5:30:00 AM

Nice one, friend, it tells things well before i understand, jag

Rhonda Johnson-Saunders

Date: 3/25/2012 2:56:00 AM

Ha! Now who is the greatest new poem reader of all time. You see I stay up all night waiting to be the first to read evetyone's poems. What time is it anyway? 4 am? Probably time for me to get some sleep I say as I yawn. Btw, love the sobering write. Hopefully, we learn from the scars when the tears dry but some lessons I'm still waiting to learn. Oh well, goodnight or morning. Rhonda