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docmaverick
docmaverick
Dec 30, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

The Visitors

A visitor called the other night
I think his name was, "Death";

there was a hideousness about his eyes
and an icy chill inside his breath..

He spoke to me of a journey
if I'd promise to commit;

where the irritating sounds of life would fade,
and life's harsh lights would be unlit.

Then another visitor came along
and I believe her name was, "Life",

because of the way she looked at, "Death"...
and made him put away his knife.
— docmaverick, Dec 30, 2009

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About the Author

Region, Country: The High Desert, in the wild west, southern California, U.S. of A.., USA

Favorite Poets: Keates, Poe, Dickinson, and Dr. Seuss. There are a smattering of others, but why bother listing 'em all, ya know?, I also rely on a few of our poets, here....for advice, and what not. I couldn't possibly explain what a fountain of live, effective knowledge we have...right here in our midst ! To catch a glimmer of brilliance, merely visit: the Stream.

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Antoinette Mar…

16 years 5 months ago

wow....Doc...this gave me chills....

however....for some spooky reason I liked it...but wanted it to go on....is it wrong to wish for more??
docmaverick

docmaverick

16 years 5 months ago

Well, Antoinette....

...they say we need to be careful of what we wish for. I am glad that it at least gave you some "chills". Thank-you for the kind remark. "Write on"! sincerely, #{:-{)}8==== docmaverick.