...Setting a stolid face...
Why again––
Why did I fill each step with care
Evading your gaze
Eyes only on the path
Sidestepping your shadow
Through the open haze
Seeing through you
Like empty air
Taking from you
Thus
Us
How again––
Have I lost you for so long
Taken into the energy of oblivion
The adrenaline of a lifetime
A windswept windchime
Compassion, passion
Every melody
But your song
A hundredfold
Finally
––For me––
A bell tolled
...Within your infinite embrace...
Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Saturday, July 14, 2018
Monday, December 4, 2017
Dues Payed
One-two, one two, and through and through,
As life doth take its native hue,
Once-more, once-more, and rage and roar,
But whisper too what thank thou for,
Come all, come all, to watch us fall,
Thrice gaspéd wind a moment crawl,
Now see, now see, 'tis only we,
Hence heed the call to set us free.
A random tidbit of everything and nothing, written in the barely-alive non-darkness of post-autumn. Pseudo-Shakespeare + Caroll anyone?
As life doth take its native hue,
Once-more, once-more, and rage and roar,
But whisper too what thank thou for,
Come all, come all, to watch us fall,
Thrice gaspéd wind a moment crawl,
Now see, now see, 'tis only we,
Hence heed the call to set us free.
A random tidbit of everything and nothing, written in the barely-alive non-darkness of post-autumn. Pseudo-Shakespeare + Caroll anyone?
Thursday, November 23, 2017
Starbound
"It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;"
And as the clouds tossed to and fro,
So did the aimless, fearless we.
Two perfect rings as the seagull sings,
Forever together as long as can be,
And the tide brought things––such perfect things
To this kingdom by the sea,
Tributes to us, for we were kings,
Annabel Lee and me.
Four eyes on the dusk as our shadows drew
Long against the longing we,
As the wind blew the night into
Our kingdom by the sea,
And the crescent in our sky came to,
We ventured we were free...
But starbound cries are naught but lies,
And our love was not to be,
The gull's replies sink into sighs,
Heaving as the sorrowful sea,
And as the torrent dies, the current dies,
From my feet the spirits flee.
It's time to say my last goodbyes,
To my beautiful Annabel Lee.
Of course, based on "Annabel Lee" by Edgar Allen Poe. Isn't divergence poetry fun? From dark thoughts come darker thoughts, and thus from poetry poetry. From rhyme rhyme, and from convolution convolution.
But truly: is there any real way to dispel remorse? We all cannot help but find our own answers, through our own Annabel Lees, in our own kingdoms by the sea, just as we cannot help but fear the seagull's song.
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;"
And as the clouds tossed to and fro,
So did the aimless, fearless we.
Two perfect rings as the seagull sings,
Forever together as long as can be,
And the tide brought things––such perfect things
To this kingdom by the sea,
Tributes to us, for we were kings,
Annabel Lee and me.
Four eyes on the dusk as our shadows drew
Long against the longing we,
As the wind blew the night into
Our kingdom by the sea,
And the crescent in our sky came to,
We ventured we were free...
But starbound cries are naught but lies,
And our love was not to be,
The gull's replies sink into sighs,
Heaving as the sorrowful sea,
And as the torrent dies, the current dies,
From my feet the spirits flee.
It's time to say my last goodbyes,
To my beautiful Annabel Lee.
Of course, based on "Annabel Lee" by Edgar Allen Poe. Isn't divergence poetry fun? From dark thoughts come darker thoughts, and thus from poetry poetry. From rhyme rhyme, and from convolution convolution.
But truly: is there any real way to dispel remorse? We all cannot help but find our own answers, through our own Annabel Lees, in our own kingdoms by the sea, just as we cannot help but fear the seagull's song.
Thursday, August 3, 2017
The Search
They sing,
And she sings along.
They run,
And she slows to their pace.
They search,
And she searches with them,
For something she can never have.
They wait,
And she waits too,
A lone raven among crows,
Singing a sorrowful song,
Running an endless race,
Searching the barren world,
For, it seems, nothing at all.
And then they feast upon their morsel,
Belting out a victorious whisper,
Dancing in empty elation,
Having advanced in their search,
For, it seems, nothing at all.
And she will sing,
Until their voices die,
And she will run,
Until their strength wanes,
And she will search,
Until they find what they have sought,
Until they become, it seems, nothing at all.
Having sung,
And understood not a word,
Having run,
And gone nowhere,
Having searched,
And found nothing,
She leaves in search
Of more who search
For, it seems, nothing at all.
Such is the price of something we, as humans, can never attain. In the eye of one who possesses this trait, we are such ephemeral creatures, who come from, and eventually fade into, and thus seem to simply be, nothing at all. So why would they search for that which they can never experience? Why do we seek to understand "inferior" animals? Why do we engage in the perpetual search? Why do anything? Why do we ask these questions? There can never be a perfect answer. On with the search!
And she sings along.
They run,
And she slows to their pace.
They search,
And she searches with them,
For something she can never have.
They wait,
And she waits too,
A lone raven among crows,
Singing a sorrowful song,
Running an endless race,
Searching the barren world,
For, it seems, nothing at all.
And then they feast upon their morsel,
Belting out a victorious whisper,
Dancing in empty elation,
Having advanced in their search,
For, it seems, nothing at all.
And she will sing,
Until their voices die,
And she will run,
Until their strength wanes,
And she will search,
Until they find what they have sought,
Until they become, it seems, nothing at all.
Having sung,
And understood not a word,
Having run,
And gone nowhere,
Having searched,
And found nothing,
She leaves in search
Of more who search
For, it seems, nothing at all.
Such is the price of something we, as humans, can never attain. In the eye of one who possesses this trait, we are such ephemeral creatures, who come from, and eventually fade into, and thus seem to simply be, nothing at all. So why would they search for that which they can never experience? Why do we seek to understand "inferior" animals? Why do we engage in the perpetual search? Why do anything? Why do we ask these questions? There can never be a perfect answer. On with the search!
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