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The game of life is a hard one.

We learn to cry like the clouds

and bleed like the Mississippi,

but in the end we always lose.

Miscarried babies turn into children,

we're still growing in the womb.

White knuckles gripping Mother,

her entrails pulling and snapping like roots in

the Earth.

"To be born is to die," an idea that floats some

where beyond memory,

like the ringing of silence.

I opened my my mind like a wound.

I tore apart m heavy lids,

they clung together as if they were soul mates.

I looked around with eyes that were sore,

and sticky like cane syrup.

I can no longer see the womb,

but the smell is strong like the moss and algae

in the marsh,

or cemetary dirt left in my nose.

Mother's dreams still run over me,

like an early morning fog feeding my chills.

Penetrating and drenching me,

creeping into my marrow like tangles of humidity

and swamp gas.

I was born a dead dreamer.

I awoke with startled ghosts clouding my mind.

I found that the life I had was a dreamer's

creation.

I let the dream go.

It felt like my skin was loosening from the

connective tissue.

Truth be realized,

I am dead beyond a living imagination



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The following comments are for "Bleeding Out This Dream"
by BAAL

hey!
Good to see you again! love this

( Posted by: SingChi [Member] On: July 26, 2006 )

Bleeding Out This Dream
There's a lot of creative use of imagery in this poem - some that really stood out to me, though...

"We learn to cry like the clouds
and bleed like the Mississippi,"

"I tore apart m[y] heavy lids,
they clung together as if they were soul mates."

And perhaps my favorite,

"I awoke with startled ghosts clouding my mind."

I think this poem could be tidied up a bit, but in essence and with your almost instinctive use of imagery, it's already a wonderful piece.

Cheers,
M

( Posted by: chinadoll [Member] On: July 26, 2006 )

Bleeding out the dream
Barrett, I must say I think you actually enter your poetry in a dream state. Does that make any sense? Your words are real to you and that is why others get lost in them as well. I agree with Meghan your imagery is incredible.

Nae

( Posted by: nae411 [Member] On: July 26, 2006 )





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