But the songs
were only songs
And the joyous all-alongs...
just a wish
a wisher wished
'Pon the tips
of wands they swished
Through the clouds
that follow faeries
Into sunsets
dressed in berries,
Sweetness poured
from leaf to lip,
drinking swirls
of sun they sip,
Hilltops singing in reverse
purging darkness
like a curse
over lands which I befall
But what's one night?
I've had them all.
Still,
this one's a darkest sight
for I don't feel
my face tonight
Nor jilt my leg
or brush my hair
You'd think I wasn't even there
There,
Where useless cupids sleep,
dream their songs
and wake to weep
a weeping tune
I used to hum
A start for all,
an end for some
Who fly through sunsets
bathed in pink
to find the sooth inside,
I think
I think
my time has come and passed
So these,
my last,
I send them fast:
Of words,
of whims,
of things we say
Of whispers etched in disarray
The only things
we've yet to see...
are things
that songs
can't guarantee.
I used to love the music,
but the songs...
they're only songs.
Author notes
I'd gladly go down in a flame... if a flame's what it takes to remember my name, to remember my name.
Written May 11th, 2006
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the repeating theme of flying and floating -
f'n awesome
This is the only poem I've ever read that i could actually hear music to go along with it in my head.If its not already,it would make good song lyrics. -
::Corey's echo::
^^ Yeah, that's my comment more or less. Everything that he said above is true. Your style has seemed to really change within this last year. I was thinking today of how APTP was going on this time last year, and how your writing was then. You've always been brilliant, and though you seem to pen differently now it's still a trace of the past with a delightful new twist.
Lately, you have seemed to work more with tongue- twister- like lines that really dance on the lips. It's very interseting to read. I have enjoyed it a lot.
And with that... I have now raeched 2, 800 comments and am a Surreal Skittle poet. OoooooooOOOOOOooooo... aaahhhhh!
Justin -
fantastic
You've taken your faerie and sunset themes into a whole new direction of thought provoking questions and open interpretation. I really like the message of this poem. Amazing discovery. Love the imagrey as always.
The only things
we've yet to see...
are things
that songs
can't guarantee. -
This one may par with my first impression after reading, "Lies of Society's Guise". One thing is for sure, I can look back at your earlier works and see such a growth in your writing. Diction, prosody, imagery, vocabulary... everything has really come together. Your next book is going to top your first (and that's a major accomplishment in my mind).
What can I say that I haven't already said? This was perfect.
Meet you at the top?
- Cor -
It's about not missing anything about life on Earth when you die. All truly "good things" last a lot longer than things born of mortal minds. Thoughts and poetry, and music alike. The dark part is in the breath of transition... is my discovery justified because I'm going to Heaven (where all things ARE better) or because I'm going to Hell (where my comforts won't follow anyway). One way or the other... the poem is about being ready to throw all of my dead weight into the sunset vortex, where all misdriven desires go, willingly and approachingly.
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intersting....thought provoking....hum thats all i got, sorry. nice write. can understand how the words lose their meanings to some people. later Honeybe
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interesting... i liked the poem. but i don't know exactly what you mean by it. it seemed to make sense until "but the songs... they're only songs" and that one line, to me, is cloudy in its meaning. still the poem was good, but i don't know what it meant. maybe you could clear it for me, eh?
great write
-Mike
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