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Emulik you are so lovely,..... my dream went so far i even see that day before my eyes...we all just talking dancing and having fun with eachother, with Michael just being one of us, To have a great party together as one! For we are all brothers and sisters! in this great Family. :bearhug:Your right about the poem's it's peak in to the soul of a writer. thank you for putting this so well, for me most of the time it's difficult to write what i feel.and to put on paper what i mean,
You are not allowed to view links. Register or LoginEmulik you are so lovely,..... my dream went so far i even see that day before my eyes...we all just talking dancing and having fun with eachother, with Michael just being one of us, To have a great party together as one! For we are all brothers and sisters! in this great Family. :bearhug:Your right about the poem's it's peak in to the soul of a writer. thank you for putting this so well, for me most of the time it's difficult to write what i feel.and to put on paper what i mean, Shy, you are more lovely :bearhug: wow, that would be something to meet one day together...you know that our dreams and thoughts right from the heart are creating future? so lets continue dreaming.. :icon_e_smile: :icon_bounce:
Hm...Am I the only one who feels that Front sounds strangely soft and vulnerable here and a little weary, drained and exhausted?
God came to me in another formHe said "it's not black or white or the norm"He looked at me and took my handHe said "come with me to the Promised Land"I saw the children fly out of the Heavens wings spread wide like a vast blue tideHe rose above meleaving me to standon my own two feetbut I'm just a manmy legs grow weak my soul grows weary but visions are then revealed through the hazewith His love I see clearlyI remember those daysof anguish and paindrowning my spiritlike a monsoon rainmy cries washed away no voice escapedno one heardno one admitted their mistakebut He was thereHe witnessed it allHe was my believerand He answered my callP.S. My dear friends,just as you believe in Michael, he too believes in youtake these words to heartfor they are sincere and true. beLIEve that!heart 2 heart....... Promise.
βbut visions are then revealed through the hazeβ β¦ not sure if I am correct but this made think of the figurative keys and this is something else that I understand from the poem -- that God showed something to Michael.
You are not allowed to view links. Register or LoginYou are not allowed to view links. Register or LoginYou are not allowed to view links. Register or LoginNot sure anyone could in any capacity could refer to the actions that led up to the trial a "mistake".yeah i don't get the feeling it is about that.me either.What "trial" are you referring to - the one in 2005 or the CM trial? When I first read that poem it took me back to the events surrounding the trial in 2005. The pain, the sense of loneliness and heartache. I'm sure he spent many nights alone crying out to God. Certainly Sneddon would never admit to being wrong but the media could have made an attempt to right some of their wrongs but they never did. Then there is the accusers themselves. They all continued to slander Michael's good name. I believe that the line "He answered my call" was a reference to God intervening and making sure the jury saw the truth amidst the lies of the prosecution. Remember, innocent people go to jail every day and Sneddon tried his hardest to send Michael there too. But God intervened.Front - thank you for the poem and words of encouragement. I am sensing a different vibe from you as of late. Maybe it's just me.Blessings to you all.
You are not allowed to view links. Register or LoginYou are not allowed to view links. Register or LoginNot sure anyone could in any capacity could refer to the actions that led up to the trial a "mistake".yeah i don't get the feeling it is about that.me either.
You are not allowed to view links. Register or LoginNot sure anyone could in any capacity could refer to the actions that led up to the trial a "mistake".yeah i don't get the feeling it is about that.
Not sure anyone could in any capacity could refer to the actions that led up to the trial a "mistake".
My personal interpretation of Front's poem is different from others that have been expressed so far, because I read it from MY perspective, as if I was 'speaking', not Front. I hope that doesn't make me sound self-centred or selfish - it's just the way it grabbed me emotionally.I think that's the clever thing about poetry (and all the arts in fact): although it's good to understand the creator's original meaning, the reaction and response of the 'audience' is equally as interesting and valid.And I love the P.S!
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