Dark Poetry #4 |
The self in three parts (mind, body, spirit) |
Mad_Hatter Member
since 2003-06-29
Posts 393Canada |
This is logical, don’t you think? We live a life inside a box Always wanting that something more That something we can and never will find It is the soul, discontent and uncompleted Severed from the body and mind What once was one, became then three A plot to split the ever-tree The soul was human, a true design It’s greatest flaw was then the mind So place your hands upon your face Let it breathe or let it leave Only through death are we reconnected Allowed to become steady again These roots are anchored into the riverbed I’m reaching into my own head Trying to re-spark the coils made dead I lost my learning, by self-full yearning Product, waste, haste, trying to make me whole And so deep collides create friction The balance was not always fiction I’ve wrapped my arms around myself Embrace this body; whole The ribs flow like water, trying to beat the heart The red flow, becoming stone I’ve become automatic in feeling and reason The spine attempts a connection A merging of the first two pieces Yes, it’s flowing and it’s burning The fracture in the embrace is so clear It tries to reach for me; itself Time and unreason push it away The damage to the inner life is pouring out Filling the river with hateful deed One vocal chord; the sound of things to be In my hands, I hold my mind Waiting for the moment to arrive Will this forgotten tri-piece yet survive? A world of lesser meaning Of lesser balance Of lesser feeling Of lesser completeness Of lesser beginnings Of painful endings It’s strange to see myself this way No skin to shield my face Only time and withered space… |
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Alicat Member Elite
since 1999-05-23
Posts 4094Coastal Texas |
I've been mulling over this one for well nigh half an hour, reading and rereading, and can't get that last line out of my head. This is a damn good write, with cadence that flows and hits on each stress, punctuated lightly with inner rhyme. I could see this one performed at an open mike session in the dusty, smoke-choked gloom. |
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Defective Member
since 2003-09-19
Posts 73Salisbury NC |
Speechless. Your writing never ceases to amaze me, its all Ive ever wanted to be that talented, and you have mastered the mind, body, and soul part. Everything happens for some reason, whether it be because of fate or a higher power, but I promise that everything will work out for you. Always Kristi |
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Mad_Hatter Member
since 2003-06-29
Posts 393Canada |
Thank you so much. Those words made me feel really good. I too like this piece and am considering making a series on the subject matter. |
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