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Night Lament
by Micha Julian
Saturday, February 01, 2003
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yet, again, from/for the truths of others 'felt', within...
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For some
Reason
You are with me
Oh, not, not here...
Still,
And I may be wrong
as I often am
I fear
You are, are
Hurting
Are you?
Thinking,
Remembering...
More?
As am I...
Remembering
More
And wanting
Wanting
Within-- as how so
Without--
You feel
And still blaming no one
But
Yourself.
Yes, that is the song one sings...
Have sung for so long, too long,
Forever...it seems.
God when does it stop!
Blaming no one
But
Oneself.
And accepting?
Only
This time, less easily...
This time, having to
Try harder
To pretend--
To pretend to be
As strong
To pretend
To forget
Forget just enough
So that
That flame within
Is not as red-hot
Searing
The soul
Scorching
The heart...
Scarred, from the start
Wanting what was
Wanted?/ Needing...
Something else?
You know!
Oh yes.
And
I know
All too well.
I see us
Wandering the
Burning chambers,
Raging with the winds,
Fleeing...
Seeking freedom
Along the shores
Of nowhere
And every
where...
Yes, there are
Many gulls
soaring round
The moon tonight,
Terns, eagles and
Ghostly winged
Creatures crying out
And longing to be
Set free...
Or,
More truthfully --
Longing
To be
Found.
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| Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie |
6/18/2003 |
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This was equisite...Loved these lines:
crying out and longing to be
set free...
or,
more truthfully --
longing
to be
found.
love it,
Reindeer |
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| Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader) |
6/17/2003 |
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| Love the layers.... |
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| Reviewed by Patrick Cassidy (Reader) |
6/12/2003 |
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| That was excellent. I liked the way you switched voices, so many layers, such a great ending. Good write. |
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| Reviewed by A PAX |
6/11/2003 |
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This is so metaphysical.........
You have some thought paterns here....
Bravo....
ps your kindness always shines thru |
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| Reviewed by richard poor |
2/5/2003 |
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| now i know i have a heart.....how'd you know?this is most excellent! |
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| Reviewed by richard poor |
2/4/2003 |
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| Whoa. M!!! This is one smooth intense cry of truth, a melodic chant of emotion...this one needs to be heard outloud! |
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| Reviewed by Mari Laureano (Reader) |
2/4/2003 |
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| You never cease to amaze me. Your unique style grips your reader from the beginning, almost never letting go. Write On! **Mari** |
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| Reviewed by Oisín Breen |
2/3/2003 |
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very well written and interesting. Full of intruige. yes, that is the song one sings...
have sung for so long, too long,
forever...it seems.
god when does it stop!
Those are the best lines in the poem they control it in fact whilst the poem itself is very very good those lines themselves show that there is a passion behind your writing and if explored fully with a little nifty editing this poem could sing out with the same bliss that those lines themselves have. Namaste lovely work |
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| Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader) |
2/2/2003 |
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| I feel a longing in this poem..great write..truly touching..you have done well with it..Floria |
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| Reviewed by Christine Morell |
2/2/2003 |
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Very deeply moving..a wonderful piece.
Chrissie |
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| Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader) |
2/2/2003 |
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| Micah, this is a masterpiece, honestly I've never read anything that captures the very real raw emotions of the soulmate type of lost love as this does. Wanting the same yet never allowing it to burn that hot again. Awesome work. |
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| Reviewed by Lori Moore |
2/1/2003 |
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| Touching write. Love the longing. |
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| Reviewed by L M (Reader) |
2/1/2003 |
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crying out and longing to be
set free...
or
more truthfully -- longing
to be found. There is so many that feel the same. Great write. LM
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| Reviewed by Maria Lupinacci |
2/1/2003 |
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Micha,
I do love your Work!! Wow, do you reach in deep and don't let go!! I am with Peggy, never stop writing, you have a gift with words, and your voice would be missed!
Hugs,
Maria |
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