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First Unborn Sun (Villanelle) by Been Here Before

My mind idles in creeping death of gray Mist rises and saunters, blinding my sight I can not watch because I will not pray Fractured tears flow, but why, my friends can't say Twined on the bed, clenching my stomach tight My mind idles in creeping death of gray Thoughts of a child who will never play Visions of the thick mist corrode my night I can not watch because I will not pray Jordan Taylor, maybe Isaiah Ray Names he would have with our blackened plight My mind idles in creeping death of gray No one to talk to, the mist turns to clay Hiding my pupils with all of my might I can not watch because I will not pray No hands or voices to say "it's okay" The mist carries his tiny soul in flight My mind idles in creeping death of gray I can not watch because I will not pray

Been Here Before 22-Feb-06/12:20 AM
Yes. Life has been entertaining. I thought I would come back and get my poetry worked over a again. My form poems don't flow and my free verse is WAY too free. I must watch that typing though. I tend to write while drinking and send them off a bit quick. Any how, I am working more towards spoken word than anything and much of my writing is geared in that dirrection. As far as my e-mail address, I could not remember anything from the last time I was here (5 years ago), so I reverted to the only other e-mail I have. I never check quickfinger, it is always the Melmichelle@hotmail.com, but I'm computer dumb.
Well, back to Myspace to write more blogs. How have you been?




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