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themoonman
themoonman
Apr 08, 2010 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

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Behind the wire
Life is frigid
...and in the cage,
I'm an animal.

If all you have to lose
is everything you have
... it is nothing.

Here
I'm the Master
The two feet around me is my house,
if you value your life
you'll stay the fuck out.
— themoonman, Apr 08, 2010

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Region, Country: South Carolina, United States, USA

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Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 2 months ago

Ah, Moonman, I’ll take my

Ah, Moonman, I'll take my muddy shoes off, will that make a difference? You hit hard, my friend. ~A "Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it." ~ A Course In Miracles
themoonman

themoonman

16 years 2 months ago

Anna...

I like a little mud, you can keep your shoes on...
Candlewitch

Candlewitch

16 years 2 months ago

Dear Richard

Imo, we all have an animal inside us lurking, waiting to get loose. (I keep mine on a choke chain) Always, Cat
themoonman

themoonman

16 years 2 months ago

a chain

attached to a rear backhoe tire for mine... but it still manages to show up (lol)
xena465

xena465

16 years 2 months ago

How about if I make the tea,

How about if I make the tea, or bring a bottle, if I visit your house...Would I be welcome? Nice one Richard. Rosina xena465
weirdelf

weirdelf

16 years 2 months ago

This hit me to the bone

made me realise feelings I had not realised I had been feeling. Now that is the mark of truly grand poetry. Cheers, Jess, Reprehensibly irrepressible
themoonman

themoonman

16 years 2 months ago

Jess...

I'm glad you carried this with you, it is sort of vague and could mean different things for each reader, but I think you must have felt the words... thank you
loved

loved

16 years 2 months ago

fuckingly good HELLO SIR!

u write fuckingly good and to the point poetry when will u teach me that art so superbly. loved
themoonman

themoonman

16 years 2 months ago

Loved...

We are all writers here in this placed meeting of the line of language... Richard
themoonman

themoonman

16 years 2 months ago

Ells...

lol, could be huh... I have been having these cramps. thanks, Richard
themoonman

themoonman

16 years 2 months ago

Indi...

I'm glad you asked, this poem was originally written as a look inside the cage, prison to the innocent at heart. On the inside the two feet is all you have, there is nothing else, and one tends to carry that need for space with them for the rest of their life. I personally have experienced it but never for long enough to make me callous to the world, but long enough to know that life there is different, to say the least. I left the poem vague so each reader could put their own spin of personal space on it, it is one of those universal needs for us as human beings. thanks for asking.
I

IKnowNoBox

16 years 2 months ago

Bubble Space

I find most people I know are very observant to Bubble Space, and they expect others to respect theirs. Any person that infringes upon anothers Bubble Space is more often found to be a sociopath. This reminds me of a place I was staying, a half way house type place, and all it took to blow the group dynamic was one punk youth. Had to be hovering over everyone, all the time. Couples that occasionally " ignore" each others presence, are found to be enduring couples. P!NK says it well in the song, " I'm Lonely" Again Richard you packed much into a brief write. In ink, Dabbler
themoonman

themoonman

16 years 2 months ago

The bubble...

is our only sacred ground, we can choose to let those in we do, but those that choose to crash in, need to learn. thanks David
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IKnowNoBox

16 years 2 months ago

Yet there is a moderation

to isolation. Some that appear to infringe into others bubbles, have been raised with lax bounderies. Like a child that grows up around friendly well mannered dogs, encountering a scetchy dog. Anyone who's done time in Prison comes out with a hightened sense of personal space as well. There is just so much to this poetic package.
Shango007

Shango007

16 years 2 months ago

Just read your piece, and I

Just read your piece, and I like its direct nature.... even as it leaves the reader to fill in the blanks in his/her way....
Janice Pearce

Janice Pearce

16 years 2 months ago

Myspace.con

It's good to be back reading, and commenting, and I am glad yours is one I happened upon, as I catch up. Great poem Richard, _____________________________________________ Income-tax forms should be more realistic by allowing the taxpayer to list "Uncle Sam" as a dependent Anonymous
loved

loved

16 years 1 month ago

congrats for the spot light

well desrved spot light after all in few words you unfurl I did sigh, You know not why. When I joined you all here, Hoping without fear, You would read me too As I now read most of you… LOVED BY ONE AND ALL The only thing i would like to mention here is that there is no way of knowing who has commented on which poem and which writer has accepted ones comments . i wonder if its my ignorance at its worst. rgds ur the king pin i learn so perhaps u nay like to educate me .thanks loved and rgds too
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 1 month ago

This poem has such a wide and wonderful way of

Ann of Norway This poem has such a wide and wonderful way of awaking possible interpretations that I like its challenge, as you see by all the comments it provokes thought and that is always good in a poem, is it not? Well done you are in a minimalistic train of thought at the moment and it suits you well Richard. It also makes me think of my father's cousin who became a nun and who had to own only three things!!!! That makes one think doesn't it? Love from Ann.