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(For the sake of laziness) 'We' a trilogy
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(For the sake of laziness) 'We' a trilogy |
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Walter Poe Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 787 |
We fall (A duet with hunnie_girl) Once the world was a place of peace Once the world was just beauty and truth Now we stand before the precipice, the void Before us chaos, anarchy our hope destroyed So many changes, its hard to believe Many suffer the consequences Alarm on the faces all living with fear Screams the question "How did we get here?" The skies burn with purple flame Men - Women run and tremble Watch the world collapse around them A thousand screams, the blood unstemmed. Nothing to be done but watch in disgust It was us, It was us who asked for this How can we live in a world so unjust In the end, no where to turn, no one to trust It was we who brought the Angels wrath Those Silver men and their terrible machines We crossed every line took every chance Made the inferno descend and the fires dance. Once again we are forced to action Now unsure of what can be done Wishing back to pasts false securities Searching hard for those righteous clarities Yet still we raise ourselves, but falteringly Jarred into action by a world of destruction So we raise our hand and cast the dice Can we stem our fall a swansong of Fire and Ice Can we bring it together again? Repair that centuries in the destruction? Lying in wait for the truth to descend A new beginning or the bitter end We turn to face our last sunset Our final desperate third act O'er land air and sea we take travel And with us the future past unravels We Sit When the world came to an end. We sat in a circle each looking out to what remains. We each saw ourselves mirrored in the destruction, the burning world around us. Our reflections bade us pause in our thoughts. Awareness soaked into us in the light of the fires around. We each of us lost in the moment. So we have come to this. Just the very few staring back to where we had been, who we had been. I myself looked with now unblinkered eyes to what was inside. My devils danced in those fires. All the bad thoughts, those I cheated, those I hurt. I stare and I cry for who I was. Most of all though I see all the many choices I didn't make. The girl I never kissed, the hand I never held. My heart broken again and again by words unspoken. My eyes sought, without my volition, my every hurt given or received. Every broken promise from a dead world. I realised, as I viewed the worst of who I had been, that I did not cry. I could not cry for the sins of the man I had been as much as they hurt. I could not cry because the vacuum I had come to inhabit would not allow the hurts to touch. Instead they drift around me like snowflakes in the wind. They flow around me always moving but never falling. Never feeling their cold kiss on my skin. So we sit in our circle each of us in our own world. Our pasts holding us in this place. We cannot escape its pull. Its painful magnetism appeals to the masochist deep in me. I'm rooted here hooked to the pain of a lost world. How long I have sat here I am unaware. It may be a day, it may be eternity. All I know is I can never leave, We can never leave. this is our world now. The memories are not what we were but what we are. Memories, just memories. We Fall Again Watch the world spin away We are what remains We were the last few it seems Just a final congregation Burning up purples and greens In a thinning atmosphere The genome unravels The world is as it was We, the traces that remain Slowly breaking down We spiral towards the light Our base selves cast out Who we are at the core of us Returns once more to our mother The Fire that birthed The Chaos that bled Our elements once cast Flowing back on vacuums currents We become no longer 'we' Merely a ghost breeze Not real a background To the background and we fall To completion And we return To the end. To the beginning. I aint as good as I once was but I'm as good, once, as I ever was. - Toby Keith |
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Walter Poe Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 787 |
For the sake of my own pettiness there is also a fourth sister piece to this trilogy. Points to anyone who can guess which poem it is. I aint as good as I once was but I'm as good, once, as I ever was. - Toby Keith |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! |
powerful writing indeed laced with many essential questions. Millions of species over the 4 billion yrs. of 'life on Earth' have gone to extinction; however, we have the tragically unique distinction of being fully capable of extinguishing our own species and taking most of the biosphere with us. Some day there may be only plants, bugs, and germs left (oh ... and maybe a few lawyers and 'Romance writers' 'cause they're likely quite hard to get rid of also!) |
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