Dark Heart

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    Dark Heart
    I was but love’s slave
    Where hope became a new shade of fear
    And sorrow poured from reddened eyes

    Somewhere lurking deep within
    Half-forgotten memories
    My heart became a shallow listless lake
    Drying inward from the bank

    Composed of screams
    And cries of hatred
    My heart now sings
    A most haunting melody

    I frolicked over this discordant lullaby
    The polluted syllables of repetitious melancholy
    And deadly synchronization of bittersweet poetry

    I screamed with the angels
    Waltzed with the demons
    And tripped through a madman’s mind

    I suffered these years
    Crippling my sanity
    With all of my heart’s impurities

    So now within the raging fire
    That will never expire
    Resides a dominion
    That will never shed tears

    And I will take refuge
    In the obsidian oleo of night
    As life fades to death.


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    blu commented on Dark Heart

    05-16-2009

    Your experiences brings the world awareness. Your poems are very deep and solid.
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    kenparme commented on Dark Heart

    05-06-2009

    You are like the Picasso of words. Great stuff.
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    WordSlinger commented on Dark Heart

    03-20-2009

    tripped through I did, loved it
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    TheAngelOfDeath commented on Dark Heart

    03-17-2009

    Love IT! great word usage! you have out did yourself this time.
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    bandit1192 commented on Dark Heart

    03-16-2009

    I just wish I could write like you. Visions just explode with your words. The pen is your brush and the paper your canvas, another work of art achieved. TS
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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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