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Author Name: Freealiopterix 2 Comments
Date Added: December 14, 2013 18:12:04 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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And down the street roll tumble-weeds

And to the wind throw off their seeds;

The sidewalks offer countless treats

Yet no-one treads this backstop's streets;

Save one alone all dressed in black

A pale visage which features lack;

Who is this form does he live here?

In such a place so old austere?

And then the image turns to dark

But on my brain has left its mark

For metaphor has let me find

The recess of my inner mind;

No thoughts desires run through my head

Just tumble-weeds a hint of dread;

What do I fear? Is it a man?

Must I prepare a scheme a plan

To warn me of impending doom?

What fate above my head does loom?

The figure in the dream was me

But without eyes I cannot see;

Perchance my mind is also blind

Solutions are so hard to find

When one can not perceive the threat

I am forever in the debt

Of God who can perhaps reveal

The problem I can hunt with zeal;

For now though tumble-weeds are all

I see I wait for him to call

The man in black mysterious

Will he return more curious?

I close my eyes and wait for sleep

My date with him I have to keep.

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Comment By: FreeFirestone Feinberg on December 17, 2013 06:21:05 PM Report
He sounds like death -- but he also has something of a positive energy abou him -- albeit obscure.  Perhaps he is just unknowable -- and perhaps that is best.  Wonderful writing -- as we have come to expect from you dear Alistar.  --Love, David
Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on December 16, 2013 10:53:35 AM Report
What a very heart felt poem.. your thoughts are so connected in this out standing poem!!

well written ~ Love ya! ~ India 


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