A Cross to Bare

A Cross to Bare

A Poem by Rory CJ Frankson
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Inspiration from reading Poppysilver ...a Writer of Merit...

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Standing delivered, reaching. For a never ending dream
surreal is the appeal salvation, as reality. Screams
shell shocked. To find the path revealed, sealed
there is no way out, no repentance pealed
our perception back, to unlikely scenes
played out. This passion plays remorse
of course, of course I see only me
standing at its shore forelorn, I
long to know more... no more
tis blinding, this revealed.
To read and ponder the everlonger and feel, through that. Which is seen.

Projected, for the eternal soul. Spirit rides, the seventh tide....
and I shiver...
[The grave can wait]

© 2011 Rory CJ Frankson


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And such inspiration indeed, Rory. What a vastness to your words.. taking us across life.. the dreams unfulfilled.. the days yet to come.. Reaching for more, there is a sense of loneliness here.. longing... What a wondrous flow and form you've given this piece, and then flooded it with brilliant imagery and depth!

Posted 14 Years Ago


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that's so powerful...searching for enlightment..loved this..

Posted 13 Years Ago


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This is terrific.
"Projected, for the eternal soul. Spirit rides, the seventh tide....
and I shiver..."
amazing...
time to tune into DT n "the Spirit Carries on..."

Posted 13 Years Ago


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When I read this, I could only think of the book of revelation, from the bible.
something which is coming, which will be delivered by the seven angels. The end of life as we know it.
Our inner soul wishes for salvation and we want to know all the answers to this mystery, and at the same time we fear it.
Of course this is how I read your piece, which is great.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Wonderful !!!!!!written

Posted 13 Years Ago


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the words you use are powerful...it has such depth...its really great


Posted 14 Years Ago


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This is really amazing! I love it and the form is great and ugh! I love it :)

Posted 14 Years Ago


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You seem able to make poetry in any formation like a magician

Posted 14 Years Ago


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Sometimes I think I would have been better off remaining ignorant, and then I think what an awful waste of life that would be.
I like the way this poem feels like a thoughtstream.

Posted 14 Years Ago


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I love your style of writing , a joy to read.

Freeman



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Added on October 6, 2010
Last Updated on February 26, 2011
Tags: philosophical, blinding faith, the grave, life trials

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Rory CJ Frankson
Rory CJ Frankson

Vernon, British Colombia, Canada



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It's all about the music really. I'm a Writer / Musician. Write On / Right On! Peace... Romon in Review Out Post & Creative Standard Productions. Romonx Associated Artists Rory CJ Frankson .. more..

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