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Direction

Strapped to the back of a rapid attack- it's hunger.

Wasting away the leniency of little supply.
    I stumble, I fall, your unbreakable walls-

            They've left me.

    You add and subtract your Fake from your lack

                              [Of courage]

    And expect us not to know the difference.

I was there from the start-
    An unshakable, unbreakable heart that knows
Which way it lies.
    She knows which way the wind blows-
                                       [LIES]
         and has found her upper in a
    flurry of greetings and goodbye's of unexpected
Frequent Flyer Miles-

I view the world through a shaded lens-
                                      an ambidextrous image of
Startling clarity- of which the forms have been brought to life by
Injection of mental sanity.

    My love- your trash.

         Tumbling down through the shadow of existence which
Breaks Barriers-
                Barriers of radioactive waste which is strongly familiar.
                                        [MINE]
Mine are held high by a lethal injection-
    A concoction of Who,
                        Why,
                            Where,
                                   How,
                                        And the audacity to know the difference.

                 [Direction.]

Author notes

It looks better written on paper...
Written March 14th, 2005

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  • chatter
    March 15, 2005
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    good...but...but...good.

    good but it felt kinda raw if that makes sense. don't get me wrong 'raw' can be good i just feel that this needs a little more [as your last line says] "direction."
    though in its self, the poem, i felt i dunno a blur of emotions nothing settling and nothing too positve. powerfully written and something that i do like, and also something that i will have to come back and read again to see what i can pull.
    peace
    chatter

  • Broken-xDreams
    March 14, 2005
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    I LOVE IT!

    WoW hunny. How come you can write so absolutly, just oh my god. It was wonderful - and it looks amazing on the computer...Although I dont know what it looks like on paper. You know it might be all colorful and all Ellen- hard to read hand writing like. ::chuckles:: But it was great. I always love reading your poems!!!! You know maybe one day I might learn how to be as --raaa gooodness-- like My Ellenore over here! Great poem! Keep posting, I don't get enough poemness!!!
    Love You!!!