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Array ( [sid] => 44759 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => morning blues [time] => 2004-04-25 14:44:46 [hometext] => where does the mind go when it is not wanted... [bodytext] => It's half past five and about two cigarettes from dawn
From my mug, the coffee exhales it's climatic vapor
Passing time here,no,wasting it, in this silent alone
Dying with each agonized tick, without a clue or a care

Outside, dark green sedan strangers pass
Tossing the folded celebrities of the moment with precise abandon
Inside, sitting, thinking, getting older, wishing I wasn't
This living corpse greets another day with a sip and a puff

Would there be a purpose, some rhyme or reason
Such that might excuse the intentionless insomnia
Just what has happened to the muse of my existence
Away, perhaps, off on some travail of the gods

Greeting the morn with a final draw of bohemian disregard
Realizing time, the cruel jester, exposes any effort as futile
Life is a pointless joke always fading into history
A dream, no, a nightmare; a souless tear of lonely

Crushing out the morning's last lethal ember
I embark on the day's aimless chores
Maybe reason will return with the break of day
Maybe this earth-bound torment will find release [comments] => 6 [counter] => 178 [topic] => 13 [informant] => reprobate [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
morning blues

Contributed by reprobate on Sunday, 25th April 2004 @ 02:44:46 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



It's half past five and about two cigarettes from dawn
From my mug, the coffee exhales it's climatic vapor
Passing time here,no,wasting it, in this silent alone
Dying with each agonized tick, without a clue or a care

Outside, dark green sedan strangers pass
Tossing the folded celebrities of the moment with precise abandon
Inside, sitting, thinking, getting older, wishing I wasn't
This living corpse greets another day with a sip and a puff

Would there be a purpose, some rhyme or reason
Such that might excuse the intentionless insomnia
Just what has happened to the muse of my existence
Away, perhaps, off on some travail of the gods

Greeting the morn with a final draw of bohemian disregard
Realizing time, the cruel jester, exposes any effort as futile
Life is a pointless joke always fading into history
A dream, no, a nightmare; a souless tear of lonely

Crushing out the morning's last lethal ember
I embark on the day's aimless chores
Maybe reason will return with the break of day
Maybe this earth-bound torment will find release




Copyright © reprobate ... [ 2004-04-25 14:44:46]
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Re: morning blues (User Rating: 1 )
by deathdrop on Monday, 26th April 2004 @ 01:34:35 AM AEST
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great poem. even though you've used words that i don't understand, i can still feel the great emotion burried inside you. this was awesome.

writing is a gift, never give it in.


Re: morning blues (User Rating: 1 )
by jaeann on Monday, 26th April 2004 @ 06:11:37 PM AEST
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greeting the morn with a final draw of bohemian disregard.........i love that line.......the whole piece is brilliant.........


Re: morning blues (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Tuesday, 27th April 2004 @ 11:17:27 PM AEST
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i absolutely love this, mike, its exquisite, beautiful and well written, i love your train of thought in this, excellent images:) hugs n' love nessa

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Re: morning blues (User Rating: 1 )
by Essentially9 on Wednesday, 23rd March 2005 @ 08:44:01 PM AEST
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mike, this was superb and brilliant. i loved every bit of this. the way you wrote it and the words you used. i loved the philosophy especially. of course, i love those types of things, and when you capture every little thing i love in a poem, how could i not love it or appreciate your talent as a writer? this is the best first post ive ever seen =]


Re: morning blues (User Rating: 1 )
by brew on Sunday, 2nd October 2005 @ 10:04:39 PM AEST
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This was simple, just , given. The soul has much that is not un burdeded,as well.!Maybe this time, it cna be on its way.! Dark, yes, and deep.....many sides......many sides.!


Brew~


Re: morning blues (User Rating: 1 )
by deadheadpoet on Sunday, 12th August 2007 @ 07:08:30 AM AEST
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Michael, Oh my goodness, I saw much of me in this. I have a feeling I am going to find some goodies throughout these pages. You wrote this superbly well. I really dug that last stanza.
Peace,
Laura




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