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Revelations of Repose by Mark A. Rockeymoore Friday, February 24, 2006 Rated "G" by the Author. Share Print Save Become a Fan
Where is the light? My soul sink swiftly beneath the surface, Sifting through swaths of sin And the tendency to repeat itself, Again and again. Why haven�t I done what�s right? Swift winds bellow briefly, Billowing clouds scud across sullen skies, Stormy whispers widen grief-stricken eyes, Afflicted. What lies beneath my mortal sight? Echoes of blackness reveal Revelations of repose, reproduced endlessly In ever-repeating fractals fractured by Incomplete understanding. When comes the end of my plight?

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Reviewed by Nordette Adams	3/1/2006

I'm struggling for words lately, but please know that this strikes me as exceptional. ~~Nordette




Reviewed by Sherry Heim	2/28/2006

Understanding, and the belief that you will become all that you know you can be, is the only pathway that I am aware of that can end your plight; you have the power and you always have had it. Giving in to things we know are wrong for us is a way that we sabotage our lives so that we never have to face the possibility that perhaps we don't have what it takes to realize our dreams or perhaps we don't believe that we deserve for our dreams to be realized. This is an excellent poem of conflict of principles, desires and fears. Take care Mark, Sherry




Reviewed by Rosemarie Skaine	2/28/2006

Questioning beautifully expressed. R




Reviewed by jude forese	2/26/2006

will only end when you're ready for it to ...




Reviewed by Tinka Boukes	2/26/2006

Love this one...great offering...I could hear you recite this in a melodic kind voice!...almost in a kinda rap effect!! Yip Just me that can thik THAT...lol!! Love Tinka




Reviewed by E T Waldron	2/25/2006

Even in the throes of inconsitencies, your wisdom shines through Mark!Exceptional poem! eT




Reviewed by Chrissy McVay	2/25/2006

Very well done...




Reviewed by Lori Moore	2/25/2006

"Echoes of blackness reveal Revelations of repose, reproduced endlessly In ever-repeating fractals fractured by Incomplete understanding." Love it!