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Visions of Immortality
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Visions of Immortality |
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Walter Poe Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 787 |
I have wandered this Earth for millenia Seeking the son of one And now I see what no soul means to me I saw Rome rise and fall I saw man escape disaster again and again I beheld the Birth of the demons dream And the Death of angels over and again The rise to power And the fall from grace watched the wheels turn As times went by in the eternal game Sat on the shoulders of the great Seen the stabbed backs of the bold And still the world turns I who have done so much I who have seen such things I who have learned nothing In my quest to stop not growing old I have seen broken hearts of gold And beautiful tales left untold Are these the things in which we enfold Is love left out in the cold Look at this Jigsaw that is life The four pillars forming and reforming. Always the same always changing look deep into yourself the double helix that is you there resides the true name of God He that is before everything He that will exist in the abyss Man lives in his dreams And through his dreams he will be freed These are the truths i have seen Every place has been my home yet my imprint I leave in none To the heavens and hells of men i've been The darkness and the light are clear Still the pit of another new year Shatters the brilliant suns beams Ah for such things is a world made For the beautiful song of the dying swan Or the lonely goodbye lost on a summer breeze Oh what wonders I have seen In a world never meant for the likes of me They gathered to me at Tripoli As I spoke of majesty undone they spoke of me at Normandy long after the last battle was won Yet the young soon forget As old they did get with sons of their own And who would remember me, not one "Not I" they say "Now your time is gone" Still the road is my home As I pass from new into old As another cycle begins in the world Who is the man I see as I walk by the road in a window seeing as the others see looking as the others look Yet in him is the variable The butterfly the random event in the patterns on the paper A single piece of chaos in a chaotic world different for all his sameness same for all his differences Perhaps it is he I seek yet i cannot find I stare at another moonlit night At a fog covered bay Such a beauty to behold As the sun gently ushers in the day and a bird of red and gold cuts the sky and the chorus of the reeds sing sweet lullabies Not all can be truely lost even on a one as travelled as I the air tinted by cherry blossom I see the beauty in the night As the kaleidescope of day sweeps across the sky Alone the Journey through lives Yet on stormy nights As the thunder claps And the lightning brightens burning light I hear the footsteps Of him the one before Or perhaps it is the other he that is yet to be me In all the long days My mind games it plays And I await my redemption. Many a time, Many a place I am touched by eternity its tears on my face And the wind continues to blow Man continues in his time I am sat outside in the long cold In the long, long night in my eternal way apart from the man i stand Trapped with him i will stay Day and Day and Day Truths i have forsaken Memorys i lack for none yet my jouneys unbroken In my search for the son of None He that lives in a dream of death An end to my wandering life To me an end to my misery to my strife I who came before Who once did touch his hand Who long ago lived as man who tended and tilled the land. Now i have lived and i have lived and i have seen and have seen what was before will be again and what has never been My memories i leave to dust My hope my death and screams the pain ive felt the blows ive dealt to protect that i cant redeem yet still i watch the visions for sight of him to see Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen, and down the mountain side The summer's gone, and all the roses falling 'Tis |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
Walter, What a profound poem! I guess eternal life is not all it's cracked up to be, when it involves eternal living with no taste of heaven. write on Kethry Those of us who refuse to risk and grow get swallowed up by life. Patty Hansen. |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Walter, I understand the vision, the dream and the scheme. The concept of deed and I enjoyed the read. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
I thought this incredible Walter...a moving soliliquy worthy of the stage...inspired, thoughtful, and beautifully written. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Every place has been my home yet my imprint I leave in none To the heavens and hells of men i've been The darkness and the light are clear Still the pit of another new year Shatters the brilliant suns beams Ah for such things is a world made For the beautiful song of the dying swan Or the lonely goodbye lost on a summer breeze Oh what wonders I have seen In a world never meant for the likes of me ==================== Who is the man I see as I walk by the road in a window seeing as the others see looking as the others look Yet in him is the variable The butterfly the random event in the patterns on the paper A single piece of chaos in a chaotic world different for all his sameness same for all his differences Perhaps it is he I seek yet i cannot find I stare at another moonlit night At a fog covered bay Such a beauty to behold As the sun gently ushers in the day and a bird of red and gold cuts the sky and the chorus of the reeds sing sweet lullabies Not all can be truely lost even on a one as travelled as I the air tinted by cherry blossom I see the beauty in the night As the kaleidescope of day sweeps across the sky ======================= hey you ...  I see you gave this awseome write a proper title ... a fitting one as well... this is still on of my favs of yours ... it is truely a gifted write.. the imagery and the emotions expressed make for a stunning, and touching collection of verse and visions. it was a treat to get to read it again take care special poet jm If my slight Muse do please these curious days ... The pain be mine ... but thine shall be the praise. ~Shakespeare~ |
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Walter Poe Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 787 |
For all those who read this originaly as unfinished This has been extended it has 3 additional verses to become visions of immortality it is a wholy different poem. For the original simply remove all verses after the word REDEMPTION or read it in archive (an open forum I forget which maybe 7 or 8) This has been a public Disservice announcement from the desk of Walter Poe. Water, water, every where, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, every where, Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot: O Christ! T |
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