I have a letter that might as well be around my neck reminding of a narrow escape, and in a bargain with the grim reaper, there's the stones of a crumbled foundation accross a wooded path. Thanks for the reminder.

Passed not past. And 'I returned to his broken trap' I had no idea you even came from there or for that matter what form this broken trap showed itself in. And do you really need a coin to remind you that you nearly died.

Dovina this poem is about one woman not a race and how she feels about herself and how faith gave her the courage to face the uncertainties of the future

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I've never been to Venice but that's what I saw this time. Based on pictures in books etc. Liked the first better for some reason.

This hit me, like a Saxophone being put away.

I got yanked into one of those mall survey things for beer once. I was sampling what came to be Black and Tan, I think. I think the sample tasted better than the final product.

I went to blog, or was blogged, and now I know I should stay away from beat poems before I hurt myself. Moses rocks.

At least you're off the marriage binge.

Except for the preaching in the last three lines, you have a good thing going.

A mish-mash of uncontrolled thoughts.

I enjoyed this. We all struggle with faith. Faith is a self imposed struggle by design. Often our final refuge is faith in ourselves, creating a conscience to trust. Sometimes we are teased by spots and smears that appear on the blank page. Spots that our minds create from staring too hard. Faith comes at discount prices in a combat zone. You strain harder for answers when you realize your life could easily be cut short. Somehow it cheapens the discoveries you make, but you can ill afford to ignore them here. As though I were treating an ill patient I do whatever is necessary to comfort myself. In the end I find myself retaining more and more objects of faith close to my heart. Your poem reminds me of the fear and the struggle that always remain no matter how much faith you retain. Thanks.

You use a lot of repetition in this poem, but I think the repetition is apropriate. War is suffering and corruption ad nauseum ad nauseum. I speak from experience. I think the world today is severely lacking in feminine influence, and we will all suffer until this imbalance is righted. So much is being wasted. It is not even clearly understood why we are fighting. I wish I were not here. I am probably losing my marbles. Thankyou.

Pure and well written. It seems like it should be negetive, yet it pleasantly reminds me of the mystery and facination between lovers. It made me homesick. Intimacy is very elusive when you are deployed overseas. Excellent, Thankyou.

A very emotional piece. I enjoyed the imagery. I didn't feel any pressure to "get the point". It seemed more despair than rage. Thankyou.

I never would have thought to write a poem about taking a leak, but you've started my gears turning. I found this poem very amusing.

Just swell.

The words "machine gun" stand out as imagery distinct from everything else in this poem.

D.A. I know how you feel. but sometimes it's better to be friends friendships or almost like relationships