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Life Dreams Are Mazes

Life dreams are mazes
with a clown faced distractions
popping up around each turn.
A physical world
where everything is black and white
but never grey.
A mind that learned long ago
to read between the lines
that should not be broken.
I hear them like glass shattering
too close not to bleed.
I AM scared by what I see.
Knowledge hurts when you
are born into ignorance.
Not a chance or a glimpse
of reality until the pain sets in.
Until you get hurt
you wont be able to understand
that life hurts.
Being a willing sacrifice for the pain
is love for life.
Just hold on.

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  • sevnsyn silver member
    August 24
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    This is cool

    I can relate to this


  • Violet
    May 24, 2008

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    Very good

    I really like it, the themes and ideas are powerful.
    I AM scared by what I see.
    Knowledge hurts when you
    are born into ignorance.
    these are my favourite lines.


  • second-born
    April 17, 2008

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    wow...from the start 'til the end...it is such an awesome write...very sincere emotions and very sad yet true wisdom in every line...moreover, your imageries are very refreshing and the ending is very uplifting...this is a captivating piece!


  • bangbaby
    April 15, 2008

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    a Fantastic poem you have my dear!
    i loved the last part:
    is love for life
    just hold on!
    well done so a finalist!


  • Wayne Leon Learmond
    April 9, 2008

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    Strong imagery here. I agree with the comment below. You have to live life to fully understand it. Even then, can it truly be fully understood?

    Also, Life is mysterious as you never know what it will throw up, or what is around the next corner. Very well-written indeed.

    Well done

    Love
    Wayne Leon
    x


  • EPoD
    March 27, 2008

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    Fascinating. The imagery was both captivating and enchanting. The only way to fully understand life is to live it. Which of course will lead to pain. Lovd it hun.


  • z etoile
    March 27, 2008

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    Awesome.. I loved how you showed that until you feel the pain you don't understand this is so true awesome job!


  • Redrusty66
    March 27, 2008

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    Powerful imagery "Until you get hurt
    you wont be able to understand
    that life hurts." How so very true, one can think they know, but they never will until they digest the true experience, then innocence is gone forever because now they "know". Very intense and introspective piece. Sincerely wonderful write.


  • Lowell Poe
    March 25, 2008

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    Keep on pushin,
    straight ahead.

    Push on through the pain.
    It reminds me of my old hay daze..

    ...Not a chance or a glimpse
    of reality until the pain sets in....

    The poem points out quite exquisitely that pain and reality go hand and hand.
    Know one gets out of here alive.
    The world must learn to depend and hold on to one another.
    Pain seeks the solitary and frightened.
    Loved it.
    Really got me thinkin.
    Thank you lassie,
    for reading my work. Your insight is a valued to this old Irish heart
    Remember what me old mum told me...

    Write something grand,
    for you may be entertaining Angels,
    Unaware.

    BLESSINGS ALWAYS,
    LOWELL POE.



  • Robin Candor
    March 24, 2008

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    Most writers resolve that all fades to grey, but you choose that all is black and white. I find that to be a curious analogy? The backdrop of your piece is pain in life or from life? The trigger is getting hurt by whatever monster you describe in gray rather than black or white. This again is shadows and mirrors. You capitalized AM in reference to what the writer sees. But just what is it. Is it internal or external? The writer claims supremacy in his writing and knowledge, in his mind, but the wording seems to be elusive as to what the pain is and what the sacrifice is. I am all about being subjective, yet it would appear in this piece that the writer has created and built straw men that do not exist just to accuse them and then knock them down while never coming to grips with his own self. Silly me. Most of your work I get a handle on, but this one seems to be personal while raging at the world on my behalf. I want to rage with you, but do not know what I am raging at. Always your friend. RC


  • Blooming Poet
    March 24, 2008

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    so true. a great poem on life and all that goes with it. loved this part:

    Not a chance or a glimpse
    of reality until the pain sets in.
    Until you get hurt
    you wont be able to understand
    that life hurts.

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