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In the End

the dance has begun

silence

I sit in the shadows
 as gently I expel
  the shards of glass
from my heart

an angel fell
 and the unfeeling
  began, cut free
I am loosed

gutted, left for dead
 I flounder and grasp
  in grief, I am lost
in your purgatory

you've dressed me
 in your rags and gone
  I've stumbled and
fallen from nirvana

I look to the sky
 for a message of hope
  a sign of repentance
but the sky is black

I shall grieve forever
 until the sun is no more
  until time stops turning
till you come back to me

quietly

the dance has ended

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a "God", gods, or enity that cares about us at all; that is interested in our well-being, I cannot believe that they would not want us to have a happy life. As an Agnostic, I am more apt to believe that we are on our own.
We will know grief and sorrow, but... We will also have joy and peace.
Nothing can take away the pain of loss, you have to put it away! Take joy in what we have today, for tomorrow, our capacity to enjoy it, will be less than now. To stop grieving, is not to forget.

I like this just the way it is. I wouldn't change a thing.
It has power, but it is not overwhelming; no matter the subject or the
emotion projected, it followed a smooth rhythm and pace. Great job!

Love and higgest bugs, ~ Gee

There is value to commenting and critique, tell us how you feel about our work.
This must be the place, 'cause there ain't no place like this place anywhere near this place.

My loss is very recent I am finding it hard to get a grip on things ... I have been writing it out I guess

Glad you thought it ok I wrote this with a broken heart I spent a lot of the last few days crying but today is a better day

Love n Higgliest bugs Jc xxx

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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I wasn't aware that this loss was so recent. I hope you find peace and comfort from writing it out. Love and Higgest bugs, ~ Gee

There is value to commenting and critique, tell us how you feel about our work.
This must be the place, 'cause there ain't no place like this place anywhere near this place.

Don't be sorry you weren't to know ... I will be ok I am just trying to cope
you know me I purge on the page

Love n Higgliest bugs Jc xxx

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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I'll be here to read it! Love and higgest bugs, ~ Gee

There is value to commenting and critique, tell us how you feel about our work.
This must be the place, 'cause there ain't no place like this place anywhere near this place.

I've been writing so much dark stuff I am trying to write something lighter hope I can anyway

Hugs thanks for always being there

Higgliest bugs xxxx

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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loosend perhaps !

well perhaps ur right
just checked in Google

lovely dance
ere the deficiency of romance
but continue if twill
and make a sound kill...

loved

I will check if it should be loosed or loosened
Thanks for bringing it to my attention

There are many dances this is but one

Love Jc xxx

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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and as all great poets inspire weaker ones
I have posted my Nirvanic dance or prance
based on two poets here
and one is you

loved

I will make sure to read your poem when I'm on the computer later on tonight its dinner time here so I am off to be chef ... I am honoured you wrote about me

Love Jc xxx

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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a reciprocal of human mind
good friends are hard to find
the world is all over in a mess

no not the Mess
where chefs preside
as you now do...

loved

Poetry is one joy of my life
It's an escape from the pressures of life

I will be on the computer soon my son
came home from work and he's going to cook
he's a chef so I have the night off

Love Jc xxx

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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Oh Jc. Big hug.Grief is just awful. Poetry is such a good place to write through the pain.

Jenifer Jaspa James

If I hadnt had wrote this one the other night I think I may have just exploded
thanks for the comment and read

xxx JC

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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Full of pathos beautifully wistful and quiet.
Jayne,
Loe Ann.

"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.

vrey glad you liked it, sending you warm vibes(its hot again lol)

love and hugs JC xxx

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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