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Edited by
BillySuvol
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Wed 05/06/09 05:35 PM
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So Ya'll convinced me that I should share my poem. Here it is. This is my life. What "feel" does it give you? What do you think I'm saying?
------------------------------------------------ The demon it lurks Just waiting for me Watching my very step And my every move Waiting for its' chance To reign supreme In defiance Of my dream Does it approach me Is it far away? Does it still lie close? Does it shroud astray? Can I conquer it Is that only what I say? Will I bend easy All I can do is pray Is that demon real? Is it tricking me? Does this demon crave? Giving me doubts to see The only things I feel I cannot set free Who or what is my demon? Is it my dark fears, is it my open heart? They both bring me tears Demons have no souls I know it wants mine It is full of holes Waiting for a sign Still day after each day It digs deep inside me With no existence Feeding from my life With not an end in sight That demon continues Keeping up the fight As much as I refuse My end will be my plight |
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You need to tell that
 to 'GO'
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You need to tell that to 'GO'
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I like it....
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I felt it!
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i've known people whose demons are in a bottle, in a needle, in their dreams, just in their head; i'm sure we can all say we have them in one way or another ~ there's always light.
..and thanks for sharing!!
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i've known people whose demons are in a bottle, in a needle, in their dreams, just in their head; i'm sure we can all say we have them in one way or another ~ there's always light.
..and thanks for sharing!!
thanks for understanding and getting it...much appreciated! |
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I felt it! awesome...that was the point...glad it made ya feel something....i just wonder if everyone gets the last line..."My end will be my plight" -- hopefully...but i do and thats what matters |
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Edited by
AngelLight
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Wed 05/06/09 06:02 PM
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"What do you think I'm saying?" ..........
"Who or what is my demon?" You seem to already know the answer to the question (for, you appear to have found a way to go within, despite fear, to see what you must in order to be free). Yet it seems for many of us, as humans, the demon or demons lie within the mind, or within a memory that perhaps, we alone, continue to make real, give life to. With the awareness of what "plagues" you, your mind has the power to release you from "the demon"....as the demon exists only within imagination or fear (smoke and mirrors).....the only power "it" has is what you give it....what your mind gives it....what your thinking gives it. Your "plight" will be of your own making....not by way of the demon. 
Oh, excellent write btw 
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What a great write Billy..Im glad you shared your poem with us all...It is amazing how one word can be misconstrued by so many..
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"What do you think I'm saying?" .......... "Who or what is my demon?" You seem to already know the answer to the question (for, you appear to have found a way to go within, despite fear, to see what you must in order to be free). Yet it seems for many of us, as humans, the demon or demons lie within the mind, or within a memory that perhaps, we alone, continue to make real, give life to. With the awareness of what "plagues" you, your mind has the power to release you from "the demon"....as the demon exists only within imagination or fear (smoke and mirrors).....the only power "it" has is what you give it....what your mind gives it....what your thinking gives it. Your "plight" will be of your own making....not by way of the demon.
Oh, excellent write btw
your response gave me chills....thank you sooooo much....and youre so very right in everything you said....the idea of the poem was to kind of build up...from start to finish..and the "plight" is of my making, not the "demons"...yes yes yes! you're so right on I cant even say anything else...thank you |
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What a great write Billy..Im glad you shared your poem with us all...It is amazing how one word can be misconstrued by so many..
thank you so much....and "misconstrued" may be the best way to put it....i wish everyone could just see things with an open mind...and not just think, "oh my gosh monsters and demons" and get scared....sometimes its easy to use things like that to describe how you feel....it is exhilarating |
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"What do you think I'm saying?" .......... "Who or what is my demon?" You seem to already know the answer to the question (for, you appear to have found a way to go within, despite fear, to see what you must in order to be free). Yet it seems for many of us, as humans, the demon or demons lie within the mind, or within a memory that perhaps, we alone, continue to make real, give life to. With the awareness of what "plagues" you, your mind has the power to release you from "the demon"....as the demon exists only within imagination or fear (smoke and mirrors).....the only power "it" has is what you give it....what your mind gives it....what your thinking gives it. Your "plight" will be of your own making....not by way of the demon.
Oh, excellent write btw
your response gave me chills....thank you sooooo much....and youre so very right in everything you said....the idea of the poem was to kind of build up...from start to finish..and the "plight" is of my making, not the "demons"...yes yes yes! you're so right on I cant even say anything else...thank you You're welcome, and hey, of course it gave you CHILLS....did you think I was writing to you from where the demon(s) live, in the fire of hell? 
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"What do you think I'm saying?" .......... "Who or what is my demon?" You seem to already know the answer to the question (for, you appear to have found a way to go within, despite fear, to see what you must in order to be free). Yet it seems for many of us, as humans, the demon or demons lie within the mind, or within a memory that perhaps, we alone, continue to make real, give life to. With the awareness of what "plagues" you, your mind has the power to release you from "the demon"....as the demon exists only within imagination or fear (smoke and mirrors).....the only power "it" has is what you give it....what your mind gives it....what your thinking gives it. Your "plight" will be of your own making....not by way of the demon.
Oh, excellent write btw
your response gave me chills....thank you sooooo much....and youre so very right in everything you said....the idea of the poem was to kind of build up...from start to finish..and the "plight" is of my making, not the "demons"...yes yes yes! you're so right on I cant even say anything else...thank you You're welcome, and hey, of course it gave you CHILLS....did you think I was writing to you from where the demon(s) live, in the fire of hell?
touche ;) |
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Well had to come and read your poem. And must say very good work at that.
Demons come in many different forms and at times even when we are asleep they seem to over take our dreams. At times they seem to over take our lives as well. But.... it takes time and determination to be able to overcome the demons and take our life back. Very thought provoking write welcome to our world within the poetry section.. 
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scrutiny succumbing fragile pride
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Edited by
Abracadabra
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Mon 05/11/09 05:12 AM
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So Ya'll convinced me that I should share my poem. Here it is. This is my life. What "feel" does it give you? What do you think I'm saying?
I wouldn't even begin to try to guess that this poem means to you. But I can give you my impressions of as I read it. (Please know that this is in no way a comment on your poetry). I'll just give you my own personal feelings and thoughts as I read it. First, let me begin be introducing you to my demon: 
My demon is "non-acceptance". I simply can't accept the fact that we live in a dog-eat-dog world. Well, don't take that too literally. From a Zen perspective I have accepted it. But from a purely logical point of view I find it unacceptable. 
Also, when I say that we live in a dog-eat-dog world, I'm not talking specifically about mankind or the actions of societies. I'm talking about the very nature of life on Earth. The fact that animals eat each other, mosquitoes, snakes and crocodiles bite with impunity, natural disasters, harsh weather, and diseases, these are my demons. So now let's look at your poem through my eyes: The demon it lurks Just waiting for me Watching my very step And my every move Waiting for its' chance To reign supreme In defiance Of my dream Well, right off the bat this isn't my demon It isn't watching my every step Its not waiting for a chance to do me in It's just the fact that nature's inept Does it approach me Is it far away? Does it still lie close? Does it shroud astray? Can I conquer it Is that only what I say? Will I bend easy All I can do is pray It neither approaches nor lives far away It pervades the world every day It's the mere fact that life is riddled with strife and it won't do no good to pray Is that demon real? Is it tricking me? Does this demon crave? Giving me doubts to see The only things I feel I cannot set free I would love to believe it's not real and discover it's all just surreal but the hazards exist and will always persist I confess it's the way that I feel Who or what is my demon? Is it my dark fears, is it my open heart? They both bring me tears ^^^^^^^^^^^ These are good lines by the way
An open heart playing the part of a demon delving out pain simply because the wizard of Oz is a dream that we'll never attain I suppose in a way my heart is demonic refusing to embrace imperfection how totally strange and oxymoronic that love can be a fiend in reflection. Demons have no souls I know it wants mine It is full of holes Waiting for a sign My demon wants nothing for it couldn't care less and that's what makes it demonic It hasn't a soul nor doesn't extol and I'd say that's clearly ironic Still day after each day It digs deep inside me With no existence Feeding from my life With not an end in sight My demon too can never be slain for it's the nature of the cosmic scheme my only relief is to hold the belief that life is but a dream That demon continues Keeping up the fight As much as I refuse My end will be my plight To refuse the demon is to refuse to accept that life's not a bowl of roses I semi-accept that nature's inept and endure the horror it imposes 
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Very Good Write(((BillySuvol))
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So Ya'll convinced me that I should share my poem. Here it is. This is my life. What "feel" does it give you? What do you think I'm saying?
I wouldn't even begin to try to guess that this poem means to you. But I can give you my impressions of as I read it. (Please know that this is in no way a comment on your poetry). I'll just give you my own personal feelings and thoughts as I read it. First, let me begin be introducing you to my demon:
My demon is "non-acceptance". I simply can't accept the fact that we live in a dog-eat-dog world. Well, don't take that too literally. From a Zen perspective I have accepted it. But from a purely logical point of view I find it unacceptable.
Also, when I say that we live in a dog-eat-dog world, I'm not talking specifically about mankind or the actions of societies. I'm talking about the very nature of life on Earth. The fact that animals eat each other, mosquitoes, snakes and crocodiles bite with impunity, natural disasters, harsh weather, and diseases, these are my demons. So now let's look at your poem through my eyes: The demon it lurks Just waiting for me Watching my very step And my every move Waiting for its' chance To reign supreme In defiance Of my dream Well, right off the bat this isn't my demon It isn't watching my every step Its not waiting for a chance to do me in It's just the fact that nature's inept Does it approach me Is it far away? Does it still lie close? Does it shroud astray? Can I conquer it Is that only what I say? Will I bend easy All I can do is pray It neither approaches nor lives far away It pervades the world every day It's the mere fact that life is riddled with strife and it won't do no good to pray Is that demon real? Is it tricking me? Does this demon crave? Giving me doubts to see The only things I feel I cannot set free I would love to believe it's not real and discover it's all just surreal but the hazards exist and will always persist I confess it's the way that I feel Who or what is my demon? Is it my dark fears, is it my open heart? They both bring me tears ^^^^^^^^^^^ These are good lines by the way
An open heart playing the part of a demon delving out pain simply because the wizard of Oz is a dream that we'll never attain I suppose in a way my heart is demonic refusing to embrace imperfection how totally strange and oxymoronic that love can be a fiend in reflection. Demons have no souls I know it wants mine It is full of holes Waiting for a sign My demon wants nothing for it couldn't care less and that's what makes it demonic It hasn't a soul nor doesn't extol and I'd say that's clearly ironic Still day after each day It digs deep inside me With no existence Feeding from my life With not an end in sight My demon too can never be slain for it's the nature of the cosmic scheme my only relief is to hold the belief that life is but a dream That demon continues Keeping up the fight As much as I refuse My end will be my plight To refuse the demon is to refuse to accept that life's not a bowl of roses I semi-accept that nature's inept and endure the horror it imposes
Thank you so very much for that. That was never expected. You have done it again. It is amazing what you expect in people then just figure will never happen and then still allow yourself to be surprised because that response (no disrespect to the others because they were amazing in their own way) was exactly what I was looking for by posting a poem like that in this bulletin yet NEVER expected to get it. I totally see how you took what I wrote and turned it into something you felt and that is incredible. I commend you. You truly are one of the ones I speak of when I write. I'll leave it at that... |
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Well had to come and read your poem. And must say very good work at that. Demons come in many different forms and at times even when we are asleep they seem to over take our dreams. At times they seem to over take our lives as well. But.... it takes time and determination to be able to overcome the demons and take our life back. Very thought provoking write welcome to our world within the poetry section..
Believe it or not...that was actually the second poem I wrote in that style. The first I wrote back in 2004 and it had a totally different tone. However they both start out the same-- "The demon it lurks Just waiting for me Watching my very step And my every move Waiting for its' chance To reign supreme In defiance Of my dream" -- Pretty nifty---eh? |
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