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Vicissitudes Of A Rambling Life Once Lived

Vicissitudes Of A Rambling Life Once Lived I have walked this earth, too oft dying of thirst through and within vast herds of men, vast pools of stain bearing melancholy blues, heart about to burst, chasing elusive treasures, seeing ghosts once slain master of nothing, seeking that bright, golden mean opining in black ink pages, seeking soul's reprieve lonely vagabond, since wild youth and early teens, vigilant against those rascals born to deceive. I have in time, with prideful sin fought to be first took the hardest of trails, making life my own way with trials of love, red blood lusts of war, which is worse winter's hard frozen dawns or saddest end of day crying for lost lover, bitter agony found steeped in romance, a gambling fool for passion's might with my bare feet tied and oft with hands firmly bound, stranger in my own darkness, one blinded of sight. I have my sights set on living with undue haste waded through malignant streams of rampaging dread discovered love truest waters and sought not to waste walked the true walk, buried hope's premature dead carried impaling weight, of vivid dreams gone wrong ran with the hungry wolves, ate with the angry horde broke gentle hearts and wept hearing saddest of song barked at the moon and paid dues I could ill afford. I have walked this earth, too oft dying of thirst through and within vast herds of men, vast pools of stain bearing melancholy blues, heart about to burst, chasing elusive treasures, seeing ghosts once slain master of nothing, seeking that bright, golden mean opining in black ink pages, seeking soul's reprieve lonely vagabond, since wild youth and early teens, vigilant against those rascals born to deceive. Robert J. Lindley, 7-16-2020 Rhyme, ( From Perils And Triumphs Of Mortal Flesh ) Syllables Per Line: 0 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 Total # Syllables:384 Total # Words::::282 Note: O' to be young again, with knowledge now gained O' to be innocent again, no longer stained O' to be healthy again, a man of my own O' to be free again, absent ill seeds once sown. And in his dreams, the well was always full and clear And in his pains and sorrows, no longer deep fear And in his heart again, darkness forever gone And in his life, no more sky fallen crushing stones.

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Date: 9/7/2020 11:53:00 AM
Your title is the herald to the majesty and might of your pen, Robert, and aptly foreshadows the seasonal blooms and scars, the ups and downs and the wonders and disappointments of mortal life. A deep, immersive piece. A dramatic gem of exquisite thought and artistry. A master work of shining rhythmic rhyming poetry, my dear friend. The soul of this poem long to reach ever higher. A fav! Warmest wishes always, Robert.. ~Susan
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Robert Lindley
Date: 9/7/2020 4:50:00 PM
Thank you my dear friend for your acknowledging the depths and merits of this truly heartfelt piece.. God bless...
Date: 7/17/2020 12:31:00 AM
This biography of hardship and regret is masterfully crafted, my friend. A deeply involving journey.
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Date: 7/17/2020 11:56:00 AM
Thank you my friend. Life constantly proves to me that people the world over, will always prefer to not place art above their own egos, self interests and vanities. Human nature repeatedly proves that one must reach a higher plateau in order to view Art, view Poetry without envy, disdain and /or any of the other lesser qualities that mankind as a fallen creature has been cursed with..