I have loved,
but never was I a prisoner,
or sacrificed another,
beneath it's shadow,
to stand alone,
where they fell
in it's name.
I have walked on water,
to the wild side of the moon,
but never was I revered,
there were no gathers
at my mountain top.
And when I died,
so many times inside,
I was not resurrected,
or was I born again,
it was just that much more,
I ever knew I could do.
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'I have walked on water
to the wild side of the moon'
This is so pretty. :-) Beautiful job, poet.
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to love is Divine and take no prisoners for as death of self slowly takes we are simply reborn to love again...no one can resurrect us nor gather at our mountain top dear brother...we are simply who we are
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Love it
Great poem, I like it alot
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I wonder are we a prisoner of love or just our feelings and needs of it? I am never sure as I don't think I have discovered someone who has made me feel or trust that deeply. I believe that all hope is lost though if we don't believe in it someway, for without love it's a tiny death inside ourselves.
C
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You express your humanity so much here...In reflection of your thought of loving in the past....in comparison to the spiritual side of that unconditional love of the Lord, you make your thoughts here that you are not outstanding in comparison to the life of the one who loved so much.
But in this penning, you share that soul that is most precious....and that is what makes this scribing so outstanding....As always, a tender write dear Liam! that Canadian gypsy
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Very emotional piece. I do agree with a reader below that we are all a prisoner of love at one time another. My favorite part above all
And when I died,
so many times inside,
I was not resurrected,
or was I born again,
it was just that much more,
I ever knew I could do
Though I would maybe suggest inserting than before the last line, but only to clarify it. It was a very good piece and I am glad I clicked on it. And the guy that says biblical Feel I understand where he was coming from, though I don't knwo why I got that impression also.
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Ah, to contradict that all is fair in ... a fine stand to take, when so many feel no choice and make it all about fate. Life is magic but very few live for the living, most cannot resist adulation. In the cycles that spin I like rinse best, but you, no jest, seek more than ironing another crease.
Peace,
Tom B.
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i do love it Liam it's beautiful,
I love the second paragraph
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loving without being a captive or captor!
personal miracles without an audience!
loosing yourself over and over!
- a great summary of life. enjoyed your work, always leaves me thinking....
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It has been way too long a visit was well overdue, and I am pleased our paths crossed again. This piece is one of tremendous insight into life and love, one of thought, one of emotional ventures, but one that shows all is well when focus is found on what is important. Life itself, and it's precious moments found from all places traversed.
I can see much in your words that allows gathered strength to cope in other aspects if and whenthey arrive.
This is simply beyond the scope of some writers, but you nailed the idea perfectly. Well done, and Thank you for sharing.
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I think I'll deconstruct this stanza by stanza.
okay, the first.
love, never a prisoner...
I have to disagree, we are all prisoners of love at one time or another. whether to another person, to family, to drugs and alcohol, or just anything really. and the fall... oh the fall. I think it's worth it in the end. scrapes and bruises heal...
the second stanza. oh the wild side of the moon. sounds fabulous. you'll take me on a trip there yes? no one is meant to be revered on the moon. the moon itself is what is meant to be revered. as for your mountain top, you take that trip on every gig. and I doubt you have a lack of admirers.
aahh, dying. what confusion. spinning heads, and running feet. it balances out.
this is the one [stanza] that pulls to me the most. there's something deeper here. just out of reach, but skimming below the surface. I find it hard to try to explain what I mean, so I'll just let the thought linger.....
~casey
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It has been a while since I have read a poem of yours, and that has been my loss. Nice write here, as always!!
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this is why I wrote the poem I wrote. I could not comment, I had to go immediately before I lost it all. this is nothing short of amazing. I love you always.
Love,
jin
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Very very good. Made me think to the point I thought my brain was going to exload. However in the second stanza the first line should be 'walked on water' rather than 'walk on water'
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you astound me. so eloquent your verse.
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outstanding
can't imagine anything to suggest to make this better, it is that good my friend..
very deep, and powerful write..
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Favorite
I have read quite a bit of your works, Liam, but myt eyes have yet to scan down a much more superior poem of yours than this.
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I LOVE THIS~
This is one of my favorites from you Liam...Seems very honest, and very straight foward while keeping it's poetic feel, imagery, metaphor...I love it...
I honestly can not tell you which stanza is a favorite, or what imagery I like the best, the entire poem is fantastic...This poem is very solid, and one of my favorites by you.
Walking on water to the other side of the moon...Making ME think...I like that, lol.
The ending is perfect too, leaves the reader understanding, just as the poet did.
10//10...BOOKMARKED!
BLESSINGS,
BRANDON
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WOW!
Where did you pull this one from?
You know I felt the emotions run wild in this piece.
That first stanza really sparked up something inside me ..
And you so took a walk on the wild side while writen this I felt it as I read it.
I've been a prisoner of love and at first it was wonderful but then it kills slowly and easily and it breaks ya down without yo ueven knowing it. You just have to break yourself free from the chains of affliction that has left abrasions on your heart. Even though it's hard.
As always I love your work dear one!
Love to you,
Mandi
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Liam,
The muse is on ya lately. The pain of the reality we know can make it hard to understand the "happy" world that others seem to reside in. I have been a prisoner to love, and it was slowly killing me inside. It is indeed the journey of the poet to have no one who sees the value of your work and your life until we release this mortal coil to move on to the next level of being. People such as we are not reborn as the Phoenix from the ashes of our demise, we shovel the dirt and muck aside and continue on, most often times alone.
Another strong work,
I feel as though we have seen many of the travails of this life from a similar perspective.
Peace,
Michael
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I to particularly liked the second stanza, but the whole very spiritual and poignant, I liked it a lot.
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Absolutely breathtaking.... there's a lot of strong images and emotions evoked by this, but the ones my eyes kept wandering back to were this....
there were no gathers
at my mountain top.
Knowing you, even as little as I do, I'd say there probably were. You just couldn't see them.
Wonderful piece hon
-K
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This one seemed to have an almost biblical feel to it. I like the part about walking on water tho' i have yet to acomplish this miraculous feat. Keep em comin you poetry machine you.
J.
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A walk on the wild side...and you will no doubt take that walk again and again brother...we've all been there, only it seems some more often than others, I believe there are messages everywhere, and the most beautiful thing about the 'wild side' is in the returning, coming out of darkness into light!
Some day we will all walk on the sunny side of the street
Begotten son maybe but never Forgotten
Take care brother, without darkness we would never understand or appreciate light
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Liam hun we all have in times paid our dues for the walk we encountered.. but sometimes it is ok to live and go for the walk in life..when I died nor born again..you lived..and in God;s new life many hugs hun Hun and well penned as always Angel♥
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Liam
We've all been to the dark side of the moon. You don't need a ticket just to get there. You don't need a conductor to punch the fare...the ride is free. You don't have a choice, you're just along for the long ride.
Thank you for being my favorite Irish. -c
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