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Hi John Tight lyrics, would work as a song for sure, with the right music..as always professionally written and laid out. Regards Mike

Hello Really great poem filled with inspiration and sage advice, as John said above if this was laid out a little better, it would have made it even better..great job!..Mike

ADDICTION out of an ember, day fades into night made from sparks burning faith made right to become flame, in heated exchange our bodies fleshed out by the shadows we are, thrust upon hallowed ground, as we whisper speak, in our preemptory prayers while soul searching that demands, we proclaim divine intervention, we are consumed, with hearts exhumed by stolen moments taken heed, we breathe as if our last, ready to ignore mind over matter, the body and soul, is overcome wheels turn, to be human after all, in our limited capacity to accept true love, thus unable to break free, from mind control, held up be unable to explain, that we are beyond, help- when love is the drug of choice, with no remedy or cure- this addiction, is made bigger- than us both By Michael Perry

Hi John As Always, Thank you.

Hi James You have some good images, some words that would create a good flow if used purposefully, you seem to jump around, but maybe stay with one thought or idea, then flesh it out further...again you have good bones here, just maybe organize it. Regards Mike

Hello Soulhuntah Thank you for your response. Mike

Hi Soulhuntah Nice write, simple and straight-forward- nothing more we could ask!...thanks for sharing, regards Mike

ALL I KNOW IS A light once possessed, this want, had a common thread, we begin to unravel, left with lingered thoughts of you, once made me insane deep, inside my veins, you, came like a drug to flow under my skin when the conditions were right, comes a perfect storm, so multi-layered my right to saver, you, an impression of, a deepest void, my failure to nigate left only, a need, a fix, my heart was fire, steeped like a craving, not shared as your memory differs from mine, you and I remember, in our own way to explain the story of a love now having gone cold, left behind, of what was, the image remains of me watching you go, my eyes are left wide, for all I know is gone, the hurt retained like some paper thin walls that come back to echo , to reverberate, not fade that dripping sink, our first place, no longer a comfort, my fist through a wall my way to recall, a few minutes more, just to lie with you, in the bed, we made as your memory differs from mine, you and I remember, in our own way to explain the story of a love now having gone cold, left behind, of what was, the image remains of me watching you go, my eyes are left wide, for all I know is gone, the hurt retained By Michael Perry 　

Hi Eumaeus823 Great job, very relatable and heartfelt- your words felt like I was reading your diary- so close and personal...Thanks for sharing!. Regards Mike

LOVE LEFT IN REDUX In those moments that held us cold and sober where the silence crawls, apathy becomes the thrill demanding all our attention, realizing the fight in us was finished, a bitter pill we swallowed, moreover 　 to have a love you can't get back, our paradise lost a love left in redux, now a casualty, the final cost like a half past moon, no reason to stay we have nothing left to savor or hinder with our tongues silently rendered, why didn't love stay, paying the price, no say 　 love was a conversation in passing, no pat answer we lift the flag of surrender- as love goes down under if it wasn't enough, for us both, this love, we shared a love we once devoured, to fight or flight, now a blur 　 to have a love you can't get back, our paradise lost a love left in redux, now a casualty, the final cost 　 honesty our only option, with hearts laid out on the sleeve while in the morning after, it was the wedge to drive us away truth or consequence, was it you, or was it me, maybe both or a little bit of happenstance, a part of our growing make believe 　 to have a love you can't get back, our paradise lost a love left in redux, now a casualty, the final cost 　 By Michael Perry

Hi Tracey Thanks for stopping by and adding your comments, appreciate your kindness!....It's a shame this poetry site does not have more traffic, than some others- there are a lot of good writers on here who pour out their hearts, to a non- audience- who cannot appreciate them, except for a very few of us, who stop by to comment and express their appreciation for the art of writing poetry!...sorry for the minor vent!...regards Mike

Hi John Generations ready to pass the baton, I can so relate- a lot of great Millennial writers coming up! Enjoyed your write! regards Mike

Hi Aaron Hall, I take you are a Millennial? I am a baby boomer-different generations-yet nothing changes- and I feel your pain, angst, and indecisiveness-I went through it - it comes through loud and clear!...so thanks for sharing!...regards Mike

Hi rockror11 I liked this very much- has a lot of life- and it rhymes- although that is not my big deal- I write whether it rhymes or not- but yours had consistency and grandiose- it wowed me!. Not sure why no one else commented?, I loved it!, thanks for sharing, regards Mike

FOR THE DEAD willows weep silent stoic poised in saintly supplication bitter surroundings meld leaving barren crusts of earth exposed ancient roots bleached white cling together as the onslaught of night continues unabated frost heaves deeply cut furrow frozen ground, winds moan incessantly digress to a Winter's canticle paying homage to the dead by Michael Perry (copyright MOBIUS) 25th edition