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Trembling fingers
Wrap them selves
Around the vessel
That might determine
The worth of its God.
Stop, hesitate
For the force that has for so long been caged
Has become malicious and chaotic
And like an acid it ruthlessly and instantly
Burns away the shapes of meaning
Leaving behind, abandoned,
Lost souls of thought
Suspended eternally,
Unresolved and maimed.


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The following comments are for "caged"
by abi

First of all, I am so glad you started posting again. I have been waiting to read more of your poems. This is very powerful.... I had to read it several times and with each time it became more powerful. So many strong words....caged, chaotic, ruthlessly, maimed, etc. Wow!!! Definitely an instant favorite.

( Posted by: Serendipity [Member] On: October 3, 2004 )

If I could rate you higher than a 10 I would!!!

( Posted by: Serendipity [Member] On: October 3, 2004 )

back story
thank you claire and mona very much for your comments they always make a difference.
when i first read this to my husband he had the same reaction like you claire he wanted to know what the hell i was on about! the thing is i haven't been writing for some time now i actually haven't been doing anything creative which means i haven't been doing anything,no work no prospects of good work i just felt like i was swimming in sea of mediocraty and it doesn't seem to be getting any better in this part of the world, you know the passion and force with in that urges you in wanting to express yourself in any way possible this constant urge sometimes has no out let and i just felt it pilling up inside of me and when i finally decided to sit and write something anything i couldn't and although i had this great passion to do so i just couldn't take command of it i had all the right thoughts things that have been accumilating for a long time so many ideas but it was bottled up so much that i was actually shakig when i held my pen i was sacred to write something that will not calm me down i was scared to write something fake and all i felt was a great force to do so but couldn't find the words as if i had no language so this force(passion) although strong has become very painful to bear for a moment i felt like i was choking and i ended up writing this i know it's a bit obscure but it served the purpose at that time and got some negative energy out.i hope this made sense in relation to waht i wrote but thats exaclty how i was feeling at that moment.thanks again to bith of you so much for taking an intrest in what i write, it's always a great pleasure.

( Posted by: abi [Member] On: October 6, 2004 )

totally understand
I totally understand what you said. It is so hard having all these emotions bottled up and not being able to express yourself, but if sure did come out in a great way!!! Can't wait to read more of your genius.

( Posted by: Serendipity [Member] On: October 11, 2004 )

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