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Sipping Salvation by =Compassion81:iconCompassion81:

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Awakened from restless sleep
Submerge in an effort to escape the traces
Of hellish and bewildering dreams

Warmth generated from without
Cools as I don something to maintain it
Leave the steamy momentary existence

Wander, I do, In the dark
Search for a chalice
To quench my thirst

Find it I do and cherish it deeply
Move to a place to sort through my emotions
Write, I do, for a time to find peace

Conflicted and anxious for no seeming reason
Then memory returns, there is much at the core
But time’s passing will release me

Until then the answers within will await
As the morsel of gratitude is swallowed in defense
To quell the urges of a wound left festering

I feel it take hold
Both disgusted and appreciative
Temporary relief, a moment's salvation

I sit and just ponder
What the next moment will bring
A sip from my chalice and I let it all go
©2008-2009 =Compassion81
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~lyingthoughtsspiral:iconlyingthoughtsspiral: Jan 20, 2008, 3:14:13 AM
Hmmm... This piece definitely proves your writing has improved. It's interesting to look at the first things you wrote to some of your pieces now =)

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...And when somebody knows you well
Well, there's no comfort like that
And when somebody needs you
Well, there's no drug like that...
=Compassion81:iconCompassion81: Jan 20, 2008, 8:20:21 AM
Thank you. When I first joined I was an emotional wreck going through divorce, having to sell my home, etc. Life is good now. Huge difference! I appreciate you saying so. My last to poetic posts here are actually about very mundane things. I just played with words to see what I could do to make those mundane things sound different. Although mundane, these things strike to the core of my existence. My chalice is one of many favorite coffee cups I've picked up on special trips with hubby. I so look forward to sipping my coffee from them first thing in the morning. Like a little kid getting to play with a new toy is how I approach my morning coffee in one of my favorite cups. So silly but fun.

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The journey is the destination.
~lyingthoughtsspiral:iconlyingthoughtsspiral: Jan 20, 2008, 2:14:11 PM
Haha, I am the same with tea of a morning from a mug Ryan gave me when we went away together with his family. It's a Betty Boop mug - very cute! So I don't think it's so silly.

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...And when somebody knows you well
Well, there's no comfort like that
And when somebody needs you
Well, there's no drug like that...
~Greenwolf103:iconGreenwolf103: Apr 8, 2008, 11:14:11 PM
I love this poem. :) It's so rich and descriptive.

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Pick your poison:
[link] or [link]
Don't talk shit unless you're prepared to eat it.
=Compassion81:iconCompassion81: Apr 10, 2008, 5:50:33 PM
Thank you so much. At Editred.com they hated it. Written poorly and it makes no sense. Ah well, to each his or her own I guess. I appreciate the comment though. It makes me feel better. LOL

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The journey is the destination.
~Greenwolf103:iconGreenwolf103: Apr 12, 2008, 1:08:26 AM
LOL Yes, to each his own. You're so welcome.

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Pick your poison:
[link] or [link]
Don't talk shit unless you're prepared to eat it.
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