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| Emerald |
| 09/05/03 at 23:40:33 |
| [center]Void by Michael Anderson Void, canceled, simply annulled. Endlessly aching, unconsoled. Life without you, cause without reason. Touch without sense, time without season. I face life now facing a cancerous sore, A sordid parasite that eats at my core. All that makes me whole, all I hold deep within, Leaving me lifeless, or at least not livin'. A shallow face, anguished and marred. An empty space, scaled and scarred. Sweetly abiding to a cynical charade. Secretly hiding 'hind a fictitious facade. Still, lost within this heart of glass, This fragile and yet unfeeling mass. Lies the remains of a love that glowed, The gift to you I once bestowed. But honor and pride now bereaved- By your love for me so misconceived, Ripped from my inner depths, impeding- Mind and body and spirit, bleeding; Now's crushed to sand from thy ruthless hand, A cold stare I just can't understand. I feel that somehow, somehow I'm dying, At least my soul and all that's underlying. A simple void, is that what I've become? The hollowed sphere on a pendulum. Swinging back and forth, emotion to emotion, Never once stopping, nor slowing the motion. No reason, no answer, no justification. The creation of a sterile imagination. Just passing through time as time passes me. Merely a nothing- nothing, merely, left to be. Sightless and soundless, unseen and unheard. Mindless and boundless, obscure and absurd. All empathy lying ungraced, unemployed, I live my life dying, unembraced, a void. [/center] |
| Re: Void |
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| chiq |
| 09/06/03 at 15:57:53 |
| [slm] This is so sad :'( And yet... I cannot help but think that a void is better than innards replete with heedless Evil. Leaves space to be filled with goodness, like an empty cup may be filled with water and nourish the thirsty soul... And pendulums...swing back and forth, back and forth like the poet says, but not endlessly. In reality they [i]always[/i] slow down, their journey becomes a little shorter, a little closer to the centre, which is the golden mean between extremes... Felt moved to say this because I've heard people using this imagery a lot lately. It's as though a cloud (or shroud?) of hopelessness has settled on those I love, leaving them feel bleakness, a [i]void[/i] inside, while their bodies and minds are hurled back and forth on the capricious winds of circumstance... If only people knew how easy it is to fill the void again... ??? :( Bleh...exit Chiq. :-[ Wasalaam |
| 09/06/03 at 15:59:36 |
| chiq |
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