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mystic1 Junior Member
since 2003-07-25
Posts 14Definitely not Kansas |
Fools dance at the withering glow Of twilight’s last gasp They strain at earth’s pull To reach the heavens And catch this fleeting orb. Hopelessness Perplexed, they ponder on their fate Must they die with the fading of the light? Are they but mayflies Cast upon the world To live for just one day? What shall ye do when the day cometh? Rain falls. Tears well forward to escape their wretched Restraints, only to be frozen hard By the icy breath from a heart so cold Even the harshest winter Must avert its gaze Rain falls. Tears rage at their binds Their fury burning within Finally they pull free And make their way across The countenance of a man So gaunt and hollow, The journey both wearisome and perilous, As some fall into the pockets and valleys Of this dark mirror of death Rain falls. Tears pull evermore free From eyes so shallow, lifeless Black and stony as ebony itself The face is borne by a man Who once stood tall But now cannot stand at all He leans against the walls of self-pity And stares up at the towers of despair That he has wrought, And in whose shadows he now resides He takes breaths Both short and quick, The stench sickening He pleads for an end That he knows will never come Rain falls. Tears cross lips Cut and bleeding Their salt stinging and painful As they pass onward evermore Now near the end of their task They lean eagerly to the edge And finally, unerringly, they fall Free at last They tumble and spiral downward Now on a path unknown As quickly as their flight began It ends, as they splash to the ground And mix with the rain Becoming one with the river of loneliness Carried along by the dreams of fools, Lost forever in the sea of time Cry not for the fools Cry not for the weeper Cry not for me Cry for no one What shall ye do When the day cometh? Rain falls. Still watching, still dreaming |
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angelblueyes Member Elite
since 2003-07-19
Posts 2148Oklahoma |
All I can say is WOW!!!! This is very good, continue to write your thoughts. angelblueyes |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
I don't know what inspired you .... but this is a powerful message! I was attracted by the RAIN .... but your Rain expresses such deep sadness, mingling with blood ... May Rain wash away all darkness and restore innocence. Love, Margherita |
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VOE Member
since 2003-07-10
Posts 119From the land of Camelot |
This one is powered by some very insightful and deep thinking.....I appreciate your thoughts here very much, and hope to see many many more!!! ~V~ I speak from the Voice Of Experience |
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Jeffrey Carter
since 2000-04-08
Posts 2367State of constant confusion! |
First, let me say Welcome to Passion's! I hope you find here what I have found within it's walls, a safe harbor for the gentle spirit that is evident by the words of this poem. I was totally enchanted by it's melodious flow, This is truly a masterpiece. Thank you for sharing it with us! Best Regards, Jeff |
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mystic1 Junior Member
since 2003-07-25
Posts 14Definitely not Kansas |
To Angelblueeyes, Margherita, VOE and Jeffery Carter- Thanks for reading, opinionating and replying to this post. To M.- The inspiration comes from within, it is the thoughts and desires of the "others", (I hate the term Alters) who create these works and compel me to let them out, either on my site, a forum or just paper. There is alot in the collection I call "The Book of Thoughts". I have discussed this with my psychiatrist, who insists I've got it backwards. It's not they who inspire me, it is I who inspire them. To prove it, he told me to try and write something on my own, uninfluenced. I did. It's called "Listening to the Wind" and can be found in the forum "Critical Analysis #2. To Voe, thanks for your very kind comments. "Rain" may seem at first glance as complex and sad. In fact it speaks of "sadness" and loneliness, hopelessnes and despair and how man expresses these emotions, through tears, crying. When the heavens cry, Rain falls. When men cry, it's painful and it hurts, the tears well in their eyes. Inevitably they come together and head to their common destination, their lifespan as brief as that of the fools. To angelblueyes and J. Carter- Thanks for your kind words and commendations. I'll explain no further, there is much more hidden within this piece. Extremly happy you all enjoyed it. I must search now for your posts, to view and comment. TTFN "The extreme limit of wisdom, that's what the public calls madness." - Jean Cocteau Still watching, still dreaming [This message has been edited by mystic1 (07-27-2003 01:41 PM).] |
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