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Inspired by Hollowman's "Heaven?"
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Inspired by Hollowman's "Heaven?" |
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Deafheaven Junior Member
since 2001-06-02
Posts 23Sudbury, Ontario, Canada |
Post-mortem promises There are no angels to read our dreams For heaven is deaf, or so it seems Exist not ‘tween hades grotesque threat And heaven’s superfluous guarantee Ashes to ashes and dust to dust It’s worms for you and worms for me No more walmart or lowes or bars or sears’ No more strife and no more fears I do not believe in some post-mortem promise That there shall be some magical land to which we go I take no comfort that a place should exist Where there is no need for tears to flow Who would want that anyway A la la land in which to stay The pain I have felt is material to the journal of my life And I have scrawled many an erroneous line upon it’s yellowed page But it is what it is and I need my tears to enhance my rapture And if this be not true freedom, then it’s up to me to guild my cage I need my losses to appreciate What I have and what’s at stake And when I sadly lose those that I have loved the most I know I shall never again gaze in wonder upon their aspect or their mind, or feel their grief, or share their pleasure I shall never again be able to proclaim or perform the declarations and affirmations of unconditional love Making those moments where I took the time, all the more meaningful and all the more treasured I do not need some mystic portal For me to become somewhat immortal For when we die don’t you see We still exist ... in the thoughts and in the hearts Of folks like you and folks like me |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
The pain I have felt is material to the journal of my life And I have scrawled many an erroneous line upon it’s yellowed page But it is what it is and I need my tears to enhance my rapture And if this be not true freedom, then it’s up to me to guild my cage I need my losses to appreciate What I have and what’s at stake And when I sadly lose those that I have loved the most I know I shall never again gaze in wonder upon their aspect or their mind, or feel their grief, or share their pleasure I shall never again be able to proclaim or perform the declarations and affirmations of unconditional love Making those moments where I took the time, all the more meaningful and all the more treasured I do not need some mystic portal For me to become somewhat immortal For when we die don’t you see We still exist ... in the thoughts and in the hearts Of folks like you and folks like me ================================ damn...this is awesome... I'll have to go find the poem that inspired this... I read a very cool poem by Hollowman yesterday, but I cant recall the title your cadence added to this ones impress. jm I'm not right ... you're not wrong ... |
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Deafheaven Junior Member
since 2001-06-02
Posts 23Sudbury, Ontario, Canada |
Thank you very much I rather like the line ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The pain I have felt is material to the journal of my life And I have scrawled many an erroneous line upon it’s yellowed page ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ and I am working on a new work based upon it. |
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