Undone

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    Undone


    Endlessly I have toiled
    In the endless ephemeral
    The sea of gold
    The waves which lap and temper the soul
    All is done and all is said
    I wash ashore always hungry for more
    More of a life which so fleetingly flies
    Across marmalade skies and watchful eyes
    The moment of demise will arrive
    Between the grit of lives and the waves of lies
    Seething...permanent...turbulent is the rush
    When colliding with Nature's might and crush
    I live the life of a life not lived
    Spinning the web of the ghosts which fed
    On the truths of reality, the one I held fast and hard once long ago
    My eyes have watered salty and cold
    Submerged beneath the Sea I shall become
    A restless soul, a thing Undone

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    Crush commented on Undone

    07-08-2009

    "Between the grit of lives and the waves of lies..." i am in love with your phrasings and ability. you are a rarity, a writing style so far beyond your years. i am jealous but better than that, i am in awe and i am so appreciative that you have shared. you are truly a star. thank you.
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    Kaiprin commented on Undone

    06-04-2009

    Wow. I'm drowning in admiration for the 'across marmalade skies and watchful eyes'. I think that might be my favorite line of your work. Nice allusion to dying I believe. If not, it worked for me anyways.
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    ovidius commented on Undone

    02-12-2009

    You are right. I love your thinking. I am a rebel, so I am above the rules, governments, police forces, churches, armies and so for. So rebel or contrarian is my name. I am glad that some body thinks in same way, in other wise I thought I am insane. Ovid.
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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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