Jude,
This sounds like a dark place I have visited many times........Sometimes the only light I have to guide me is Divine and Holy.......I cling to Him like an infant and the black slowly fades.......
Sounds like my brother who has spent more than half his life behind bars, has nothing good to say, and half the things said, are lies of trickory to pull at your heart strings so he can bleed you some more...I know this guy...and the only thing you can do, is pray...pray...pray...
A heart felt write!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*® (Reader)
Reviewed on February 3, 2007
Sounds like a very lonely and depressed soul, Ace. My only thought is "what can we do to help him awake from his nightmare?"
Potent imagery herein, Jude. ...dreams through a bolted doorway... sad to think how many souls actually live that way these days.
Another brilliant capture, Poet.
Peace,
Carolyn
Excellent write! When he starts killing people let me know. Seriously, a sequal would be awsome.
Crissy
Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader)
Reviewed on February 2, 2007
A tremendous piece of work, Jude. Describes the depths of a clinical depression well. The saddest part of these things is that the person so desperately needing this help, rarely, acquiesesces to the sound advice of those who truly understand the problem.
What a powerful and sad write! Depression does sad things to people, I have a friend whom this write describes...she suffers from depression which in turn causes her illness in her body, she has shut herself away from the world and doesn't allow others to see her pain and tears. She calls me occasionally and wants to vent, I try to be patient and listen. I have offered advice, but she doesn't want to hear advice, always counter attacks what I suggest...so I just try to listen, offer friendship, and prayer! You've captured the spirit of this one well my friend, you never cease to amaze me!
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Consistent with the Peruvian Temple of Doom. The decapitator god, a head-taking god worshipped by the masses who are naive and tranced by his vile potion, takes his own head, his trove of heads including his own tell a bloody story, this character is excavated century after century...
You have been soaring with one gem after another! Can you share some of what you're on;-) This is such a vivid portrait of a person who is their own worst enemy! Destroys themselves with self loathing, yet blames everyone but themselves for it.
'His fondest conviction
Is just to awake in the morning
And call it quits' ... Good play on words!
Love to this character, who's absent of love and light!
Love, Suzie
How is it that Mr or Ms Negativity of the Inner Soul loves to chew away at that hallowed space of dreams within our quiet space? Guess they are never more whiney than when their life's blood is stifled by the life and light of our psyche climbing the fiery staircase in the opposite direction. For me, this tastes like the unsavoury flickering tongue of the Great Opposer licking at our Ascendant Spirit's Achilles Heel. Tell the Rattling Jailor that he can jangle his keys as much as he wants but you're OUTTA THERE! Just one interpretation of a moody and complex poem... TY Kate xx
Sounds like this person is
Suffering with depression Unfortunately this
Is a horrible illness but not hopeless a doctors
Can help!!
Outstanding Message within this write!!
Love And Peace To You Always...Morning Star
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on February 1, 2007
Yeah Time for Bush to go..
Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
Reviewed on February 1, 2007
A character to be pitied, especially if he feels depair that he whats to call life quits. Victor
Reviewed by Debra Harmes-Kurth (Reader)
Reviewed on February 1, 2007
I really liked this one Jude, it made me wonder how much was cicumstance, and how much of it is wallowing within himself. Either way there is a feeling of being caught;
"His heart beating
Inside a bloodless vacuum
Catering to a tapered sky"
The sky is endless as is his feeling of suffering. Love this image. The starke almost barren lines mesh so well with the image of the man, Outstanding work here.
debra
This poem is touching because it portrays a person who may have suffered from many trials and tribulations that lead Him to shut the door to life in general. It sad when a person reaches such a point in their life...maybe, just maybe, a miracle will happen.
Only those who have lived there understand the pain and hopelessness, only those who have escaped understand the meaning of hope. A powerful poem Jude.
There are those who live within a web of depression and have no idea how to set themselves free. Unfortunately, instead of realizing that they are responsible for their own unhappiness, or happiness for that matter, many of these people see themselves as victims, which renders them helpless to change their situation. Somehow, it becomes the fault of others that they dwell in darkness and sorrow and they are more than happy to share their woe and disappointment with us. The truth is, only the dreamer can change the dream. Potent write, Jude.
Take care,
Sherry
The good thing about being a poet/writer, is when the walls seem to close in on us...we can just write ourselves a clear new doorway.
...and that phone call? Just unplug the damn thing. It interrupts the thought process anyway!
Exquisite write Robert.
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
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This sounds like a dark place I have visited many times........Sometimes the only light I have to guide me is Divine and Holy.......I cling to Him like an infant and the black slowly fades.......
Peace,
Bill
Ron
A heart felt write!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Love & Light always and in all ways,
Joseph*
Another brilliant capture, Poet.
Peace,
Carolyn
Crissy
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Well done mate!!
Love Tinka
Sage
I felt the weight of each steel teardrop--this one is H E A V Y with feeling. Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Peace. Joyce
Peace
William
hard hearted rarely change.
Sandie May Angel :o(
(no) but this sounds hard and sad
and as always the imagery is booming!!!
and loved the conclusion "calls me at night just to protest.
Well done Roberet as always
Allen
Is just to awake in the morning
And call it quits' ... Good play on words!
Love to this character, who's absent of love and light!
Love, Suzie
Suffering with depression Unfortunately this
Is a horrible illness but not hopeless a doctors
Can help!!
Outstanding Message within this write!!
Love And Peace To You Always...Morning Star
"His heart beating
Inside a bloodless vacuum
Catering to a tapered sky"
The sky is endless as is his feeling of suffering. Love this image. The starke almost barren lines mesh so well with the image of the man, Outstanding work here.
debra
The structure's about to collapse
Reinforcing may be too late
And the cost too great.
DWB
A powerful offering and I agree with Lisa wholeheartedly.
Fee
Hugs and best wishes always to you and yours
From
Kay
Take care,
Sherry
...and that phone call? Just unplug the damn thing. It interrupts the thought process anyway!
Exquisite write Robert.
Lisa
Most sad write. Gave me the feeling of being trapped or trying to breathe without an iron lung. I thought these the most profound lines.
His heart beating
Inside a bloodless vacuum
Catering to a tapered sky
They thoroughly capture the heart of your poem my friend.