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Somewhere past surreal



"Our song" obsesses, somewhere past surreal
As a wayward shadow's breeze breaks free
And enters light, within a “without you daze”
Where, everywhere your essence spills
Drops of breaths upon my skin as pianos begin to play

I feel the air of specter’s dance
The ballad's passion luring ghosts from long ago
With bitter sweet melodies of elixir's tears
The thoughts of, "where did our forevers go?"
And lyrics start to drag me down love’s forgotten roads

A smokey, sultry voice accentuates simple yesteryears
Before, left unsaid words, that made you go away
I fight not to see the sunrise reflecting morning eyes
Your endless smiles, walk again beside
And mend this fragile heart, if only for today

Somewhere past surreal shudders with...
Awakenings by the apparition's shattering kiss
Sending the tides of song receding into a now silent mist
Where the yearning unrestrained, strives to linger on... within the obsessing reminisce
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Submitted on May 01, 2011

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A fortyish native born all American man. Married twice and for the last time. I have four children; Three daughters and one son that are all over the age of eighteen. I also have two grandchildren; one three years old and one nine months old. Inspired by God, tragedy, life's experiences and then a fairy tale love. I never intentionally set out to write poetry, but "She" inspired me. "She" meaning the love of my life. That love is a passion that after thirteen years still grows stronger each and every day. It eventually had to be put into writing. As I wrote poetry to her, she encouraged me to approach other subjects. Doing so brought me to discover that poetry could wash away the bitter tastes of life (suicide, cancer, and divorce) that were still living like demons inside me. So when poetic therapy brought those impish fiends to a stalemate, I began to experiment more. Creating fictional characters and situations within my works. The support of this online community has inspired me even further to continue to hone my writing skills giving the readers the best that I can offer. Thanks to all you out there in Lulu land. more…

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