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ATelamon
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since 2001-02-06

Posts 328
Purgatory, Last Staircase, Up

0 posted 2001-05-12 03:43 AM

So blood burns
  the night is here
no not some  ludicrously simple lack
  of sunlight if only it was simple darkness

no it is the relentless haze
   charcoal unknowing and seeking scorched
hearts the desperation of to
    reach to dream to Touch all Gone

raining rancid melancholy maggot ridden
   blackness infesting its futile nothingness
while feelings emotive light the sky
stars bright for eyes not scorched regrets denial

whose touch is absolutions never hope pure in pain
for the seeing for the living drives deep
    bleeding out buckets of once dreams crushing
   you as tears crucify because you do see

the light in all places burning blazing
unable to call nothing to you of you
      but shadows who scream unending what might have been
as you collapse unable to escape this reality

As you see nothing suddenly has dominion
    over everything which gasps
for breath choking death throes
  stumbling to find a way

on the paths assumed yet
   untaken carved monuments
from the bones of the living
       washed by tears of the dead

Realization I am
guilt pride wanting and wanton
    I burn alive
   Hell walking Earth

in furrows marrow dug life away
   I am Today
Yesterday   Memory without boundary
      Tomorrows horror unleashed

I reach for the mirror knows me not
illuminating a visage I cannot recognize
but calls me to join the daily damnation
   of whoever whatever it was once called I

And I must agree
Burn him light the fires
nailed to the hanging tree
to Hell with me

"The most redeeming facet of life is that we have the comfort of knowing it will end. Death doth love equally."

[This message has been edited by ATelamon (edited 05-12-2001).]

SEA

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Member Seraphic

since 2000-01-18

Posts 22676
with you

1 posted 2001-05-12 03:49 AM

wow....this is amazing

nakdthoughts
Member Laureate

since 2000-10-29

Posts 19200
Between the Lines

2 posted 2001-05-12 04:50 AM

in furrows marrow dug life away
   I am Today
Yesterday   Memory without boundary
      Tomorrows horror unleashed

sounding a bit morbid today...need a hug?  (((huggsss)))

~Wynter

"The worst prison would be a closed heart".
...Pope John Paul II

Sunshine

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Member Empyrean

since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

3 posted 2001-05-12 08:34 AM

I recently attended a poetry reading of an accomplished young poet who read her work, which sounds, seriously, such as this fine piece.

The staccato sound in the read, each line being one or two [or more] thoughts, i.e.,
"/I reach for {the mirror/ knows me not}".

ATelemon, it's been far too long since you were last here...please favor us with a few more gems, as we have missed you!

JLR
Senior Member

since 2001-02-04

Posts 1785

4 posted 2001-05-12 04:43 PM

realization I am
guilt pride wanting and wanton
     I burn alive
     Hell walking earth

Incredible as always, BB!  You constantly amaze me.

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