why do you call me
when you've gone away
why do you bring me back
where we cannot be,
to leave me stranded,
in the middle, again
heaviness on your heart,
I do understand
but why is it me
to lift up and carry
situations, circumstances,
destinies and infinities
they've all played their part
through shakespeare's eyes,
I see the world a stage
only, I'm playing a part
I could have better left alone.
but what looks more sorry
is the double roles,
I've seen you play.
you've dressed up in new,
and pretended the old existed
differently than it actually did,
and so you've roamed the world.
I've seen it happen,
and so broke myself off it.
And you come again,
for the scent of the old
or perhaps a residue from past
still haunts you...
so for the satisfaction of your mind,
I can attach it again,
to let you detach yourself.
The script is known,
and still one moves along, sometimes,
like the wasp,
which burns itself in a flame.
so now you can
recreate your realities,
rewrite your past,
that suits convenience.
nothing that bothers you,
will chase you - it never was meant to.
but can you
ever
run away
from
yourself?
June 17, 2007.
Please tell me what you think
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Superb.
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Took some thinking to answer on this poem. It is as if I see the Film "Gadjo Dilo" The seek for the deeper emotions in Gypsy music. The seek that has no answer. for it is emotion of the moment, it is life. Getting it back from the past is no use, for it changed instantly when found. The trouble everyone, not only nomads engage, we can't seek for the past since there is only future.
A very nice poem that fills in clear pictures life's big question who am I "que sera".
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Hi sau a flaming poem..
I guess our choices and feelings are not always in the same line. So its again our choice, what we want to see- and give weightage to- onto that what we've analyzed and understand as the underlying feelings? or the choices that people are willing to make...
Your poem is very relatable, so sharing random personal thoughts.. We may never fully get it.. so how long are we willing to wait?...
Thank you for putting this poem up here.. Keep writing.
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You write about real life and I´m quite sure lots of people can identify themselves with your poetry. This is another well written poem!!
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yeah, some people keep on dragging us to a place where we don't want to be. The funniest (saddest) thing is, we allow them to that. I think that deep inside we do hope to have all back at that point when everything was ok.
In any case, past can't be re-written, we can try to make new memories but not at the cost of old ones
Smile my dear friend, you are young and lots of wonderful things still have to come
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People do rewrite the memories which do not match their wishes; how they make another person into an idol or a demon, when he is really a human being. Such unconsciousness is bad news, but as Maatkara wrote, "dangerous to wake". We each wake ourselves when appearance is too painful.
You make excellent observations, with great emotion and analysis. Best wishes.
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