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[Outlander]

Puzzling thoughts, snail trail, - formation - formation
Live and rot - encased
- embraced
Hand of death caress the soul
Never love - replaced

Vice tightning - grip of silence
voices all - obscured
- absurd
learn from them that do not know
the essence of - the word.

No request - curse put upon
tourted wondering soul - blessed
- repressed
Beneath the rest
A beauty to behold?

Lost in mind - trapped in time
Cloistered - from within
- begin
Let it soar - let it Roar
Allow the love its win.

[jon1jt]

Your poem's got wild energy with rhyme and great lyricism - I particularly like how you parsed with hyphens --- creates a sense of structure, yet boundlessness. Keep it up poet!

[Outlander]

Thank you for that...jon1jt

I had thought it to be mindless gibberish kicked out during a fit of insane laughter.

Just kidding.....

I've been writing a Dark Fairy-tale, (couple other things too) But it is the strong emotion of the Dark tale, that even though I've walked away from the computer, the charactors moods hang on me.

What you see above is the result of it's shadow.

Once the tale has played itself out, (as I've no idea where it's going) I may need to seek the help of a most beautiful psychiatrist. I will recline in comfort on her sofa, and find pleasure in watching her face contort, while I recant all the dark things in my mind. What a lovely day that will be, to watch, as a highly educated woman squirms in her chair.
These atrocities will push against the limits of her training, as I know, they've pushed against the limits of my sanity.

A Dark Tale Indeed.

-Sincerely- ;)

Outlander

[Countess]

Of course I agree with Jon-it; you have some great talent there, Outlander. (--: