Turpentine fascinations toy with me.
Small tortures few can surmise.
Pin pricks, sanity’s bane thrusting
memories through bloodlines.
Encumbered I feel their wrath
paralyzed in makeshift spirals.
Silence streaming thresholds,
eternity passed without a smile.
Cool soil I feel beneath me,
though in heaven lies my eyes.
A lifetime I awaited “I love you”
Its’ mirror, my pulse denied.
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It is sad when we get denied the love that we waited for and nothing ever happens. We want it to change sometimes but it doesn't. Sometimes tho it's for the best.
You never know when you'll be loved and accepted again.
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No worries hun, it's only poetry. I was looking at an image online and thought of it.
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whoa!! now this one needs a bit of reading through. What a concerned mind could take from this requires some real thinking. I'll be back with my thoughts shortly. Thanks for making me think properly.
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I wonder if the turpentine has something to do with stripping away the layers until you are again flesh and blood. I know I've been there.
The second stanza sets a tone for the last and the confusion the chaos of life brings our way. To me this was where I stumbled yesterday, but after reading over and over...the somber feel finally set in for me.
Cold ground could mean so many things, yet life is cold when love is fleeting...and to see the reflection and not be able to feel is the strongest image.
Still feel there's more to this one...but I know that pulse is strong and denial is not in the stars
peace and hugs
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this one has me...almost like a maze or a puzzle...the language in this sounds like it needs to be de-coded...bookmarked...and don't tell me either
huge hugs
peace Muddy
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I'm intrigued. Can't wait to see what it unravels for you. Yes...my mind was in a strange place this day indeed.
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You've peered into my soul haven't you? But, said the words my muse' was denied the talent to voice.Believe you me, this one hits close to home.And that last verse is an honest killer. Ouch,me too.If it should matter my sister,you must see my reflection in that longing mirror and rest assured,I care! LOL*hugs*
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this is so intense, my heart is racing so quickly. the power that came from these words is indiscribable! this poem is absolutly amazing!
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i love that first word
it makes me think back to my younger days with off it and turps mixed with cider 
yes i am a sad man - ah tyhose mad moments i think of here, the torture of life. memory is ok as long as it is good but more often than not we tend to recall the darker times, they are the ones that stick. 
i like the eyes in heaven
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