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Ne vincaris a malo, sed vincas bono malum. (light pierced the prison walls)

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Separated from my best friend violently
Over and over again.  Heart breaking
True love to be loyal unto death and even life.
The deepest darkest cell of your earthly hell.
Dark three doors, 2 solid like dried sandwich bread
One barred in between, I know neither sound nor light.
Is it day or night?  Is he alive?  I feel like he was
Run over by a Mac truck within my gut. 
Loneliness, oh, ugly suitor!  Hated by supremacy for “love”?
Cold, damp room.  No mattress but cement.
Lay down metaphysical hands quadrate over spirit heart.
They impugn value as pestilence.  Cheerless,
Tears would feel like a feather as pliers clamp my nose.
Eyes close.  Heart stops.  Spirit begins to leave.
I never knew sadness could kill a man.
Startled, I decide to fight back!  I jump up!
I AM here by choice, razor blades are irrelevant.
Pace the 8-foot cell and refuse to let the hates win!
They can piss on my Valentine’s Day Card again.
I renege on revenge for I am no longer theirs to kill.
Nothing of this world matters.  Transformed to the ransom!
Believe pain beyond mine.  “To Thee, I commend my spirit” 
Lights are interrupting their plans.  Compassion becomes candy.
"Close the Bistro, boys!"  Sadly, It’s all Greek to them.    Ikvot ha'Mashiach




Author notes

John Wyclif was persecuted by the Church for translating the Latin Vulgate Bible into the language of the common people. He encourages the audience to escape through the secret door behind the fireplace, and the fireplace creaks open.  Ne vincaris a malo, sed vincas bono malum, translates, "Be not overcome of evil, but overcome evil with good."
Written July 20th, 2003

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  • rixi
    November 10, 2003
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    whoosh

    uh huh yep understood all that completely .... ok so im a sucky liar but i tend to like things i dont understand. It was very fast, and ... i may have got stuck on words but i kept going and tho i tripped i got back on trac and kept going. I like it.

    ~rixi~


  • symitar Moderators member
    July 21, 2003
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    Well, this is way over my head, but it seems very well done. I feel so inadequate! The type is very small, hard for me to read, but then, I'm old and wear bifocals! Good luck in the contest, this was a toughie, thats for sure!

  • -Dawn-
    July 21, 2003
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    You used some really powerful emotions in this poem and my goodness I needed my dictonary to define some of them LOL

    A couple of my favorite lines in this

    'Dark three doors, 2 solid like dried sandwich bread' &
    'Compassion becomes candy.'


    Amazing


    I loved your classic tone in this it really captured your theme I really liked your comments about this story you told


    Really wonderful this was


    ~~Dawn



  • CookieZeal Greeters member
    July 20, 2003
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    I'm trying to define the differences here. Am I missing something? Please help me. Thank you!