Comment from Ric Myworld

Excellent

In the silence, sometimes the noise becomes unbearable. Oh, what a ridiculous remark, considered by most. But I'm sure they would know and understand if they were drifting alone on the distant seas. Thanks for another fine poem. :-)

 Comment Written 27-Nov-2016

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reply by the author on 27-Nov-2016

Thanks for reading.
~Dean

Comment from AnnaLinda

Excellent

Dean,

You've got an incredibly moving and impacting free verse poem
here that you've penned and presented so beautifully. With lovely
music as well.

I like how you have divided this one into sections. If it were not
for the part about the concentration camps...I can relate to the
deep, dark, alone and sad feelings expressed here. Your poetic
talent, empathy and deep expression is conveyed and displayed
so well.

The lines where you ask the questions were very impacting to me...
The "No's" that followed with the 's' alliteration also...

Quiet...very healing...

Linda

 Comment Written 27-Nov-2016

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reply by the author on 27-Nov-2016

Thanks for checking it out, Linda.
Have a great week.
~Dean

reply by AnnaLinda on 27-Nov-2016

You too, Dean;)

reply by the author on 27-Nov-2016

I'll do my best.

reply by AnnaLinda on 27-Nov-2016

haha...that makes 2 of us...

reply by the author on 27-Nov-2016

Always avoid low-flying birds then...

~Dean

reply by AnnaLinda on 27-Nov-2016

I thought the bird turd was good luck?

reply by the author on 27-Nov-2016

I suppose it all depends upon your perspective; i.e., whether you were looking up at the time, or down...

reply by AnnaLinda on 27-Nov-2016

In this case, Down is better...makes for best of poems too:)

Comment from Barb Hensongispsaca

Excellent

Oh dear.
A deep dark piece oh allowing oneself the luxury of being alive again after despair.
Do we have the right? do we have the ability? do we have the strength?
Very emotional

 Comment Written 27-Nov-2016

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reply by the author on 27-Nov-2016

Thanks for checking it out, Barb.
Have a great week.
~Dean

Comment from Sasha

Excellent

Being in my own dark, silent place all wee, this really captured my attention. To feel, or not feel. To remember or forget. Trying to answer this without sharing it with another is most difficult and is truly adds to the dark abyss it pulls us into. Terrific work with this. For me, definitely thought provoking. Excellent alliteration with this one, you never fail to impress me. Keep up the great work.

 Comment Written 27-Nov-2016

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reply by the author on 27-Nov-2016

Thank you, Sasha, I appreciate your time spent reading and reviewing this.
Have a wonderful week.
~Dean

Comment from barbara.wilkey

Excellent

I am a believer that it is better to have taken a chance at love than to never have given it a chance. I understand that love lost can hurt, but.... your poem makes me wonder.

 Comment Written 27-Nov-2016

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reply by the author on 27-Nov-2016

I disagree, Barbara.
Why take the risk?
Thanks very much for reading.
~Dean

Comment from Sandra Stoner-Mitchell

Excellent

There is some lovely alliteration in this poem, Dean, and I had to smile, you are back where you are most comfortable in your poetry, in the 'warm' lol. No feeling, love, anything just the warmth that you can't get away from down in the depths. Wonderful as usual, my friend. xsx Sandra

 Comment Written 27-Nov-2016

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reply by the author on 27-Nov-2016

Hey, Sandra...
I'm a diagnosed, dyed-in-the-wool manic depressive who suffers from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.
It has nearly destroyed my heart, and I have only 20% of a healthy heart's capacity to pump blood remaining. That means blood builds up in my heart and lungs, and blood clots form INSIDE my heart. So, blood thinners are necessary.
I have an ICD (Internal Cardio Defibrillator) implanted in my chest that's connected to my heart. It shocks my heart back into a natural rhythm if it detects an erratic heartbeat.
It's like getting kicked in the chest by a mule when it discharges.
I experience adult night terrors.
I go for days without sleeping.
I've been to therapy, both through the VA and civilian doctors.
There's little more they can do for me except prescribe medications.
So, there are days, even months, where I experience euphoric highs and desperately despondent lows.
Comfortable...at home... writing this sort of thing?
Hardly.
It's more of a purging of the soul, of sorts -- a cleansing of the mind and spirit.
A "necessity" is a more apt description, I think.
Thanks for reading.
~Dean

reply by Sandra Stoner-Mitchell on 27-Nov-2016

Oh, Dean, I am sorry, that is a terrible amount of pain you are having to carry. A nightmare. Comfortable at home, was meant that your horror poems are that good. I can imagine what you are going through, my brother is clinging to life in a similar way, and told me only yesterday he was ready to give up on life altogether. A fit and able person would find it hard to understand how he feels, but I don't. I feel for you too, my friend. I think life is so unfair to the good ones, the evil people swan through life with no problems whatsoever. It makes me believe the Devil looks after his own. But, being with God, He will be there when we go home, what sort of welcome will the evil ones get? Not the love we will have waiting for us. (I'm hoping He wants me!!) I'm sorry my friend. You hide it well in your poetry. You have written a few beautiful spiritual ones recently. You should write more of those as well. Take as much care as you can, I will add you to my prayers. xxx

reply by the author on 27-Nov-2016

Thank you, Sandra. I'm a big believer in the power of prayer.
I feel for your brother. It's not easy going to sleep when you've been told you might never awaken. If that should happen, there would be no chance to say goodbye to those we love.
So, I let my family and friends know every single day just how much I love and appreciate having them in my life. I also know that despite my NDE and time in purgatory that "horrid place" I visited was not intended to be my forever home.
I have a mansion waiting for me in Paradise...
Thanks again. :}

reply by Sandra Stoner-Mitchell on 27-Nov-2016

You do indeed. Of that I am sure. After my husband died many years ago, (too young) I have made sure I tell my sons and everyone I care for, just how much I love them every time I see or speak to them. I would want them to know for sure after I've gone. Big hugs, my friend. There is a lovely seat next to God waiting for you. (but not yet!) xx

Comment from Luna

Exceptional

Hey Dean, figures my first chance to review one from your port would be worth a 6!

No... I will not.
I must not
dream, love...live, or feel
Anything.


Incidences in my childhood caused me to maintain this same mentality. It's only softened recently.

Fond reminisces my foot!

Teeming with really effective alliteration, imagery and presentation. I couldn't have picked a better place to start. You're going to make me want to dabble in my beginnings... Dark poetry. Took me awhile to write anything carefree... You're an inspiration to me.

 Comment Written 27-Nov-2016

Comment from robina1978

Exceptional

Great artwork all the way through your poem that complements your poem perfectly. Not as scary as most of yours, but still so very nice. Partly rhymes and flows well. One rather feels something than nothing.

 Comment Written 27-Nov-2016

Comment from Abby Wilson-hand

Excellent

wow when I read your writings I always wissh I didn't use my sixex
This write is so like my life love to dance your writing amazes
me every day the sound effects the pictures the video
you wow me everyday

 Comment Written 27-Nov-2016

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reply by the author on 27-Nov-2016

Thanks for checking it out, Abby.
Have a great week.
~Dean

Comment from dragonpoet

Excellent

Back to the eerie and frightful Dean we know and love. After your short foray into positive, and dare I say, almost happy poetry, it must feel like coming home. Are you saying you feel safer in the dark poetry corner than the light one?

Keep writing

dragonpoet

 Comment Written 27-Nov-2016

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reply by the author on 27-Nov-2016

Sometimes I do, Joan. It all depends on the kind of day I'm having.
I'm a diagnosed, dyed-in-the-wool manic depressive who suffers from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.
It nearly destroyed my heart, and I have only 20% of a healthy heart's capacity to pump blood remaining. That means blood builds up in my heart and lungs, and blood clots form IN my heart. So, blood thinners are necessary.
I have an ICD (Internal Cardio Defibrillator) implanted in my chest and connected to my heart. It shocks my heart back into a natural rhythm if it detects an erratic heartbeat. It's like getting kicked in the chest by a mule when it discharges.
I experience adult night terrors. I go for days without sleeping.
I went to therapy, both through the VA and civilian doctors.
There's little more they can do for me except prescribe medications.
So, there are days, even months, where I experience euphoric highs and desperately despondent lows.
Comfortable...at home... writing this sort of thing?
Hardly.
It's more of a purging of the soul, of sorts -- a cleansing of the mind and spirit.
A "necessity" is a more apt description, I think.
Thanks for reading.
~Dean

reply by dragonpoet on 27-Nov-2016

Thanks for your service. It seem we are lucky to have you here to read your cathartic poetry, whether manic or depressive. It is always enjoyable.

Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays or what ever.

Joan

reply by the author on 27-Nov-2016

I don't know if "lucky" would be the word I'd use.
I'm here...for now...and who knows how long before I leave FanStory for good and never look back.
I'm happy to still be alive and kickin'.
It's much better than the alternative.

reply by dragonpoet on 27-Nov-2016

You are right about the alternative. And you'd be missed.

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