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[Mistydawn]

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What’s it like to have dreams fulfilled
To see fruition in your deeds
To smile and laugh
Tell me, I have forgotten

Thoughts not memories I have
Of years flown by
Where I know I knew these feelings

Like drafts in a dusty room
I feel their presence
And yet
I have no connection.

You make no sense on deafened ears
The sound of my sobbing breaking heart
Drowns all your historical rambling

Artist and Literati, Poet, Evangelist
Politician and Guru too
Endless  meandering changing
Nothing, exept for you

Time takes life in a rolling barrel plummeting down the hill
Eventually to crash and smash
Filled or empty, it will still

And life no more
No chore no aim no goal
Over and spent
What then to die with what? purpose?

Edited by Mistydawn, 09 January 2013 - 02:54 PM.

[CuriousGreek]

Good one, MistyDawn.

[Professor T]

nice.

[Leave Britney alone!]

I really like this and it feels like a familiar wavelength to read this.

I didn't see any silver lining but I still feel even if unstated there is a sense of hope to this piece.

I also am reminded of the following Metric lyrics: when the scream becomes a yawn I'll shut up and carry on.

But you should really check out the whole song if you've time because it too is of the same wavelength.

[Still Waters]

Well done with this one too. Your poems are deep.

[greywolf]

Very,Very Good.

[Mistydawn]

Thank you curious, Prof T, Stills and greywolf for taking time to read and for your comments on this one.

Hey I believe; no thought, action or idea is original, somewhere there is a wee monkey in some other Dimension, typing away on some typewriter this very same verse that I have written! Metric I will google, thanks for reading.