Open Poetry #7 |
Death By Love |
jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Death By Love This me, this you who shared our very breath, the essence of creation the pureness of Him… the ecstasy of life, the way of everything that ever was... This person, who loved you with every sparkle of the nighttime sky, every kiss that's ever been given, every hand that's ever touched every word that's ever been said, had to watch you walk away, had to hear you say goodbye, had to see you no more… This dying heart marked for oblivion shown the sepulcher of it's death touched the mane of the Milky Way and fled when Satan arose from the fiery depths. This glistening tear rolling down sodden cheek salty, salty to the taste, falling, falling with increasing haste, splashing to the floor, then is no more... This empty soul screaming for it's voice to be heard, crying to hear just one word, hiding from the light shinning so bright, in the hand of the darkness pushing it forward, onward in spite of the fear it incites. This empty shell, this body, this man forgotten, ignored, a non-entity living a shadow life among the multitudes that see him no more; see him only as a sore, a blight, an open pore a pustulating, reeking, effigy of humanity. This mind that dreamed of stardust, held hands with the Lord, spoke of the wonders of life, of living, giving of itself to any that paused to hear, now wrecked and beaten, locked in a walless space confined by emptiness, unaware of all but itself, and of even that, is unsure. My God, what a waste. W. James Beard, Jr. [This message has been edited by jwesley (edited 06-02-2000).] |
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Lone Wolf Member Ascendant
since 2000-03-16
Posts 5842Lansing, MI USA |
jwesley.....what a powerful piece. Your words bring to mind vivid images. Such sadness and lonliness. Great writing! LW Friends are friend forever if the Lord's the Lord of them and a friend will not say never cause the welcome will not end. --Michael W. Smith |
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Jana Tovey Member
since 2000-05-30
Posts 257USA |
To say that this is profound is an understatement. I am so moved by these last two stanzas: This mind that dreamed of stardust, held hands with the Lord, spoke of the wonders of life, of living, giving of itself to any that paused to hear, now wrecked and beaten, locked in a walless space confined by emptiness, unaware of all but itself, and of even that, is unsure. My God, what a waste. What a waste, indeed. |
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Aimster Member Elite
since 2000-02-19
Posts 4297Charlotte, NC |
--this is so incredibly sad. i can relate to the images you have written in this piece quite well. but tis not a waste m'friend. sometimes even though we love most...we have to let go. and it hurts like hell...as you have so poetically captured here. amy "Don't be dismayed at goodbyes. A farewell is before you can meet again. And meeting again after a moment or a lifetime is certain for those who are friends." Theme of the Week 07/02/99 Fate....And Making It Happen "Fate exists but it can only take you so far, Because once you're there It's up to you to make it happen." |
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Irie Senior Member
since 1999-12-01
Posts 1493Washington State |
WOW! I agree with LW, this is VERY powerful. I much enjoyed this read! Excellent piece jwesley! ~Sheri |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
I will ditto Jana...profound indeed... amazing imagery, and the depth and desperation of emotion is astonishing. excellent JW...truly jm There are places inside our souls ... that have never been touched. There are places inside our hearts ... that need to be loved this much. ~Janet Marie~ "What the caterpillar calls the end ... The world calls a butterfly" ~Lao Tze Tao~ ~Butterflies are meant to be free~ |
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