Insanity
By AJ O’Brien.
And we stand together
you and I,
climbing above the screams
of an asylum.
Our eyes, indecent shadows
dancing upon the weak.
Malice was a forethought
our hunger obscene,
pursuing wicked dreams
to an unknown place.
You and I,
we were damaged hunters.
Opening dams scarlet bright
eating forbidden fruit
we drank from fountains red.
And down this sinful road
you and I,
we did happily tread.
Fabulous post
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Many Thanks.
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Hi Incarceratedshadows Often we choose our own path or its thrust upon us For good or evil! Thank you for liking “Parting! and Protesting!”#TheFoureyedPoet.
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Thank you very much Sir.
And you’re more than welcome.
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Well done, Alan! I too have traveled that road.
Thank you for liking my post!
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Thank you Alan.
And you’re more than welcome.
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great to hear from you, praying you are blessed and kept safe and have many blessings.
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Thank you so much. Appreciated.
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“Malice was a forethought
our hunger obscene,”
great lines
on a different note, i came to your blog after not visiting this website or writing much the past couple years, and well shit howdy, i just wrote and posted a piece about forbidden fruit on my lunch break. hope all is well
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I’m pleased you liked the poem.
That means a lot to me.
All is good here. Are you going to start
posting regularly again?
I shall visit you shortly.
Really do hope you start writing again,
on a regular basis.
Hang loose dude.
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not regularly, i really burnt myself out. going to shoot for twice a month so i might actually hit once a month lol. your words mean a lot, im glad you enjoy my stuff
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Damaged hunters for sure driven by pure evil. Wonderful Alan!
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Thank you Michele.
I always appreciate your kind words.
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Wickedly delightful, Alan. Your dark words flowed like honey…er…blood. π
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Many Thanks Kaddie.π
I’m so pleased your back writing again.
I’ve missed your wonderful work and shall
visit you shortly. π
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Youβre most welcome, Alan. Loved the dash of humor stirred into the mix. π
And its always nice to be missed. π
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Fantastic use of language.
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Thank you so much for your
inspiring words. Truly appreciated.
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Yes, it is so easy to add to the suffering of the world, especially when we’re blind to it. Great poem, Alan!
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Thank you so much for your comments Ann.
Always appreciated.
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You capture in verse the concept of bad influence, Alan. If only these two had not met, how might their lives have been different? If only…a phrase that haunts millions.
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Many Thanks Anna.
I so appreciate your comments.
And you are correct. If only…
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Beautiful development of theme with both a personal and much wider significance.
My takeaway: In our individual pursuit of happiness, we flawed humans prey on the weak without foresight of the consequences of our selfish deeds.
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Thank you very much Rosaliene.
And you are so right in what you say.
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Iβm a glutton for your magnificently macabre poems, Alan. I can happily feast on your dark words and swallow them down with fine wine. A toast to you, darkling! π·πΉπ
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You’re too kind my friend. π
Thank you so much Rose. πππ
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