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Gale Senior Member
since 2013-06-10
Posts 578Russia 
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. You’d hardly detect my name But make it sound obscene I’m someone easy to blame I’m guilty, my eyes are green My fault, I was born afar And maybe a bit “too late” I see, you expect a fight You fancy it to be straight The only thing you forgot: We manage different tools You still belong to the world Conforming to other rules The world of money is tough So powerful, glamour and proud Its snobbery makes me laugh How funny it scorns the crowd You’re wrapped in all that stuff But feel exclusive and strange So being yourself by half You’re always out of range I never envied your star Nor wished to see your fail I can not compete so far Believe me, it’s not my scale You sooner mistake my dreams They work not to make me rich Who ever knows what it means To be an authentic witch No holidays in Siam No skiing in Courchevel But wishing their climes to come I whisper, and they obey To warm up my northern sea To cover my land with snow I simply draw what I see Within my ideal show No Botox or surgeon’s knife To save my beauty and health My magic, surely white, Has nothing to do with spells There is a key to release All forces of any rank: I say just a quiet “please” And never forget to thank In public you play a god With your charismatic light They catch your every word But follow my thoughts at night I wish you could read my mind It’s sad if you disagree But all my creative finds I share with them for free So this is the way I walk And look at the heights I’ve passed I only can’t break the wall Of your eternal distrust It’s told as it used to be My ending has just begun ‘Cause now you direct at me Your perfect financial gun Foreseeing a brand-new day You capture my nightly tale And think that I have to pay For everything that you sell Since our opinions clash Your laws are rigid and fast Of course they will simply smash And humble me to the dust But I’m not bound to bear This silly provoking game Despise me – I do not care You chose an erroneous aim I’m sure you would regret Your war is utterly mad Just see me exerting that Red button inside my head My fantasy kept you safe From troubles and cruel fate Don’t force it to make away With us Before it’s too late Believe, I could hardly dare To cause any harm to you And still I am not prepared To give the devil his due I learn to control my rage I try to endure pain I never forget the age Of love I wish to regain Imploring my hope to stand I say “it shall be alright” My sufferance has no end My reason is terrified You’d better bethink yourself And give up your hate for good… But if your conscience is deaf Don’t wait for miracles Shoot! . 03.10.2013 . |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Quite an interesting poem, Gale. Read it twice, not because I didn't understand it, but because I did. The ending of it has me looking at it in different ways. When you say "Don’t wait for miracles / Shoot!" one thinks immediately shoot as in shooting some one. But there is another explanation which has nothing to do with bloodshed, and that is "shoot" the scene as in a movie production. This poem goes a long way in explaining why the one you are talking to and yourself drifted apart. ~*~ I don't have to eat sarcasm to recognize the flavor. ~*~ |
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Gale Senior Member
since 2013-06-10
Posts 578Russia |
"Quite an interesting poem, Gale. Read it twice, not because I didn't understand it, but because I did. " Indeed, it goes a very long way... So long that I thought that nobody is patient enough to read it till the end ) But you've read it twice! You're my hero! ))) "Shoot" is a play on words. Beyond bloodshed it refers to the line describing his favourite kind of weapon - "financial gun" - because now it's much easier to kill anybody not literally, but by means of financial pressure. And on the other hand the second meaning, that you've noticed, is left, since he makes a show of narrator's dreams and ideas to sell it ))) But the sub-text is: "If you don't understand that you cut the branch which you sit on, then do as you wish, because I can't fight you anyway: the only result of this would be total destruction" It's not about that how they drifted apart, but how their views differ, and what a madness it is - to pull the common blanket over yourself ) Saying that "He who pays the piper calls the tune", but it's not the whole truth. |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Galina, I read this poem yesterday, but wasn’t sure that I understood what the underlying meaning was, and didn’t want to comment until I did. I see now, from your explanation, that I was more or less correct. I am sorry that you are feeling this way, but it is good that you see the relationship that was, and the differences that are, for what they are worth and can hold your head high, and smile. You are worth, and deserve so very, very, very much more than that. Kudos to you! Owl |
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Gale Senior Member
since 2013-06-10
Posts 578Russia |
Thank you, Owl, for reading and kind commenting ) Nice to hear from you! I have to say that this poem expresses not so much my personal resentment against somebody, at whom I maybe never meant to take offence, but more that I dislike the contemporary tendency. I think that it's not right when people try to measure everything in money. The human world is more than things and relations which you can buy and sell. And let some people like to do their business and make money, because they find it easier to make a settlement in this way, but people are different, and there are those, who doesn't like to sell their time or the fruits of their labour. They more like to do and make something not for money, just because they are not good at appraisal of their work. But in the contemporary world if they sell nothing, they can't get anything, because they have no cash to pay for it. So either they must do what they don't like or even hate to do, or they must disappear from this world. Well, I exaggerate a bit, but I think that in each community there should be a place for financial relations and for free relations. But now I only meet a plenty of instructions and master-classes about that how to make money of anything, even of the air. And people care about getting cash so much, that they lie to each other constantly. They look into your eyes and assure you that you'll die without their stuff, sometimes even literally, for example in clinics I hear it very often. They like to prescribe some expensive drug on pain of death, but it isn't necessary - they just get their interest from the pharmaceutical company. Or there is a fashion to appropriate ideas. But ideas are common! They even can come into different minds in different places at the same time. People hide their thoughts to make money of them exclusively: the more secret their idea stays - the more money they get. They don't share useful thoughts for free. They are crazy about money because without money they get nothing. And when your beloved man tries to go the same way, when he sells to you something, that you invented together, it feels so painful! Really I don't wanna live in such world ((( |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
To warm up my northern sea To cover my land with snow I simply draw what I see Within my ideal show This is a very powerful piece of poetry, dear Galina. You expressed yourself very eloquently and I couldn't agree more with your vision of things. Margherita |
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Gale Senior Member
since 2013-06-10
Posts 578Russia |
Thank you, Margherita, for reading and commenting! I hope that in time things will go right, and even the most practical business people will understand, that money is not so worthful thing, and that sometimes to share is better than to sell ) I don't mean their charity which gives them bonuses because it's their PR. I mean that they will remember of those who don't make money, but create ideas and inspire the whole mankind. And people won't be ashamed for those rich men who for millions buy and sell pictures, music and inventions of masters which died from lack of food, forgotten and unknown. |
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