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You, sir, are a smart-alec - You're lucky you have a pretty avatar

Benedictions!

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There is no escape from metre; there is only mastery.
- T.S. Eliot 'Reflections on Vers Libre' 1917 [link]

I especially appreciate the last stanza. The whole poem is utterly powerful, but the last few lines evoke that dead/insomniac feeling very effectively. I'm listening to A Perfect Circle right now, so the words in this relate quite well to the lyrics in my ears. Excellent work, as usual, friend.

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"I saw an insect learn to fly... now show me, now show me, now show me how to shine."

Excellent work. I like strong poems that're easy to read.

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Very good work Mr. Darkcrescendo, you just keep imrpoving with each poem , I particularly like two parts of the poem;

*Black goes to grey and then back to the familiar view
of weeping cracks in the sarcophagus ceiling above -
tortured eyes read their decaying-paint epitaph.

*The tombstone bed restrains this living carcass -
even as the chaplain, Dawn, lays the night to sleep.
'There's rest for the wicked, but none for the weary'

This means much to me due to the symbolism implied, I do not know if we share the same point of view so I will try to explain myself as best as possible; It has been said (and I read it much before I had known any of Mr. Gaiman's work) that death and dream are like brothers, the reason for this is that death is like a dream (perhaps due to its ethereal properties), or that each time you dream you die a little bit.
Because I have not been dead I cannot tell you if its true (but as I say, even the man who lacks punctuality never misses his date with death and the explanation I came up for us diying a bit each time we sleep is due to the double life we lead (one in the waking world and one in the oniric real), so we die here a bit here to live a bit there XP
That is why your death related symbols within poem are very meaningful for me.
Well, hope I didnt bore you too much, this poem is a ^_^

To be honest, this poem didn't have "it". I clicked the link and sought the spark in your dancing words, but I found only rocks and twigs from an ancient civilisation. I didn' feel that little extra tingle this time, like I've had in past encounters of your poetry. But even if this is the case, I still see remnants of burned wood in the ruins. Perhaps this poem wasn't meant to have the spark, the tingle, nor "it", but the certain "something". Because I can sense something about this, in all it's dusty coat.

I've read the above through one time, and it might sound harsh, but I am being honest. And I do feel a lingering "something" hiding, embedded in the enchanted words of yours. I shall read this poem again, once I've had some sleep. If I discover the spark anew, I will have you notified. In the mean time, you may continue to command the words to dance evermore, according to your liking.

I will now attend to my dreams, good evening.
Rither.

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Ever seen a guy empty a 16 round clip, using just his toes?
Dom - Megatokyo

The whole thing is so rich with expression, very well done. The last line is amazing; makes the poem.

nice .....
turning professional day by day
keep it up

)-((_)z!

i would like you to write this poem on a piece of paper and send it to me.


i love it...and it shall be put in my collection. *has commanded*


i know..im god...ain't it grand?

Mareed0lL-

p.s no real comment on the poem. Just love it.
it touched me
in a non sexual harrasment way

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