Lost between Heaven and Earth
Gliding through gilded Oblivion
Forced upwards into the Breach
Ascendant creation, The Big Bang.
Hurtling through the Milky Way
Like times of war in Nevada
Fleeting frustration of Feeling
Speeding to Hells meeting.
Unreality and Tempest Fugin
Collision course set in Fate
Knitted together by the Muses
Its many uses, lost and Fruitless.
Gusts of wind blow Northerly
Guiding the path Motherly
Feeding life with Futility
Never counting on the Nobility.
Now in freedoms Fraternity
Housed in the halls of Valhalla
Seeking counsel with the Elderly
Bringing tidings of joy Unworthy.
Pure pleasure, pure pain, Pure Vain
Crumpled and creased, Bloodstained
Fallen not forlorn for our Mistakes
Kissed by beautiful Love.
Tunnel with the white Light
Leading out into the Vision
Of all life tumbling Behind
Safe at last with my own Kind.
Its past our Curfew
We should run Inside
To our bedrooms and Comfort
In this we eventually Die.
And although I Missed
My chance in the Night
There is another Afterthought
Was I wrong or Right?
I’ll reach out Forevermore
Touching on your Radiance
Gripping on your Heart
Trying to find the Binds.
Day streams in with Dust
Our embrace of Trust
A passion shared Beloved
Slit throats and Smiles.
Author notes
Sugar Bullet is something I came up with while my mind was wandering. I just put the words down and the rest followed on.
Written May 11th, 2006
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i like the way you look at life. great poem. love it
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We've not talked for a long time, I'm glad you took a look and I'm glad you're lost; it's not meant to have one specific meaning but rather a general theme.
Thanks for taking a look darling. -
'Gliding through gilded Oblivion'
Oblivion is meant to be featureless but in this case it's gilded around the edges, meaning it's not a void but has a feature that can be easily missed if one's too engrossed in the thing...
Well, it's a part of the poem, the whole point was to try not to be repetitive in any way. -
Yeah... You lost me, dear. I love the way it flows, I love the way it sounds... But I have absolutely no idea what the heck it means. Which is good I guess. You like to be slightly abstract in your poetry. Whatever it means to you is what's important.
XOXO
Stephanie -
try and make it flow a little more
This poem is very confusing to me i understand the sadness in it but how much depreeion where trying to reach for? The poem in genrel to me seemed liked someone or something was lost, like a shooting star which had lost its way or a lost soul trying to get home. I wana say try not to be redundent. I say this because of the second line, "glidind through Glided oblivion". I do follow this poem very well though, good jod.
~Tomas
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