Circuit Fifty-eight
I have searched
vast vacant beaches,
the windswept horizons
of sunsets, of sunrises,
more than
twice ten thousand times
as not a day goes by
where I do not sift for answers
amid questions
that haunt my existence
while I struggle
for congruence within this life.
It seems that answers,
for me, must wait
for an eternal sunrise
in the quickly closing distance.
Understanding
one facet of this diamond,
knowing each breath
is to be revered,
came after Cancer
at twenty-five years of age.
It never did answer
the burning questions
my soul throws off, creating
shadowy apparitions that dance
as on Plato’s Cave while outside
a billion, billion shimmering stars collide
I get it; I mean,
I really do “get it,”
- - the part where life simply
“IS”
without explanation or apology.
But the - it - that - is,
erodes and scrapes
as upon bloodied knees
I climb ancient stone steps
to kiss the worn wooden threshold
of The Holy Door.
Reformations and Revelations
are nothing new to me,
I understand the words;
but the deepest meanings of
those words have taken flight
from all the trees on all the hills
as Winter now approaches
this desolate landscape.
Each solar cycle, I follow
the circuit, the trail, of
my descent in and out of hell,
my own unique pain
like a cello’s sting,
I resonate
to an orchestral note
directed by the master conductor.
While the lingering echo remains,
the inquisitor demands,
what part of Me is without wax
and which is the Actor;
which the Hypocrite,
and in what Play. My tortured screams
reveal no answers as I wonder
does any of my life really matter?
If this were Shakespeare,
no one would question my motives,
my philology or my gender.
I would merely be
a tragic neologism
trapped in a dictionary
somewhere between gimp and guile.
But this is not Literature.
I am no protagonist.
I am, today, this day,
relegated to
a whispered existence
of shade and shadow,
a grey blur
that darkly feathers
against an ever threatening sky.
~r.
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© September 22, 2006 R. Braley
(astralshepherd)
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yes, another birthday, on Saturday...gack, i am getting older
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Written September 22nd, 2006
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OMG Richard!! BRAVO!! Deep, beautiful and I am left speechless, in awe!! This is absolutly breathtaking!! And yes!!! Your life matters ALOT! I know you have touched my life in a very very special way as I am sure there are MANY who you have touched. Your words always leave me in such thought. I love reading you!!
Rene'
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I wish you for you all the goodness that your heart can contain. Your words, as always, move me.
I am, today, this day,
relegated to
a whispered existence
of shade and shadow,
a grey blur
that darkly feathers
against an ever threatening sky
I cannot even begin to think of you in terms of a whispered existence or even a grey blur. In my mind you shine brighter than the brightest star. You have a most compassionate heart, one that empathizes with others and is always willing to reach out and lend a hand or a kind word where needed. You may not see the blessings your life brings to others, but trust me... there is a multitude of them. Enjoy the day celebrating your birth. I know I will because I feel richer for having come into contact with you.
♥ Touchof1der -
I hope you had a wonderful 50...ish birthday hun, I was thinking of you and I hope all your dreams come true this year. You do not have a whispered existence... I hear every tiny word that comes from your heart.. this truly is perfection... I applaud thee.
Kanre -
You absolutely take my breath away. There is nothing I can say that would do justice to this masterpiece. Your a brilliant writer, and I wish you would write a book.
Bless you on your Birthday and every day.
Sam
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bravo!brilliant write.
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Richard, this is a BRILLIANT write as you have invited us into the recesses of your heart's meditations and thoughts. The more I read, the stronger the imagery became. Your muse is so overpowering, genuine and thought-provoking. You are a poet of beauty and I just felt the need to tell you so. With much fondness, ♥ Belle
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