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The Journey From Jerico









I await Armageddon.
even though the rapture must ensue.

You will find me
on the small hill outside Megiddo
my arms bound,
my mouth gagged
so they will not hear me scream.

I buried her on the windswept plain
with all her finery
as she requested
and turned my steps west
across the burning sands
towards the cool forest,
where I left her cruelty,
consoled myself
and believed in magic.

The headless horseman
waits across the bridge
above the roaring stream
the head he cradles
underneath his arm is mine
the sightless eyes are opened wide.
The sky splits
and scars the trees,
the acrid smoke hangs heavily.

What emerges from the shadow
does it come to murder me?
Within the distant village,
I hear a bell
its faint peal interrupts the spell.

I cross the bridge,
above the swollen stream.
I don't look down.
How much farther to the well?

The forest faces me
the dark trees frown
they know,
I carry the maiden's crown
the jewels do not glitter
deep with my pack.
The ancient ones lean closer still
defeat within their smile
the few stars stare,
I hear the distant bell.

I emerge from underneath
the forests wing.
Do the angels dare?
only the well remains,
and the bell tolls
ceaselessly.

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Written September 20th, 2003

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  • cvillelisa
    February 28, 2008
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  • cvillelisa
    July 27, 2006
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    The headless horseman
    waits across the bridge
    above the roaring stream
    the head he cradles
    underneath his arm is mine
    the sightless eyes are opened wide.
    The sky splits
    and scars the trees,
    the acrid smoke hangs heavily.

    Sorry to cut and paste but I wanted to show how good you are. How sly your words wrap and rhyme. How you make reading of horrors, real as we speak, seem beautiful. It is a dangerous gift. Actually I think, especially for a reader such as myself who gets losts in words. The opening 2 stanzas gives me goosebumps.

    What will happen? Nothing unless someone says stop fighting and start listening.

    Lisa

  • PalmettoSky
    July 27, 2006
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    beautiful and magical. the mysticism was enrapturing. Thanks for sharing! I liked this very much.


  • debilynn
    July 27, 2006
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    good imagery


  • Heropsycho
    July 27, 2006
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    I really like your choices of words in this. They're so descriptive and...they just convey the mood and tell a story that you can picture in your mind.


  • Flowering Star
    July 27, 2006
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    Fantastic, imaginative . . . like a story unfolding in a book.


  • cvillelisa
    December 18, 2004
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    interesting .. been working on a piece about the rapture in my head anyway i remember when this was how your page looked ..


  • September 24, 2003
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    and i just feel trampled upon
    used and abused and tossed into quicksand...
    to awaken to trolls under a bridge and go...
    what the hell else??
    stand up and rise.. you are alive


  • jenneddin silver member
    September 24, 2003
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    not very brave, you having to kill her... did she make you lose your head?


  • Danna Hobart
    September 22, 2003
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    Kind of a combo of Biblical and fairy-tale imagery, with some legend and history mixed in... kind of a Ceasar Salad poem

    I really enjoyed the images and the tone... It sorta felt apocoliptic. Like in King's "The Stand," when the plague spread through the world, people's visions and magic was awakened.

    I too await Armageddon, whether I make it through or not, I just want to see an end to mankind's suffering.


  • Nam
    September 22, 2003
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    Gives me the image of a shadow that follows you, your shadow that follows you and you can't escape the torment that it ensues upon you. You try to leave it behind but it keeps on following you endlessly beyond and back, not even, it seems, in death you can escape it, you wish to, but you cannot, and that, in itself, is the terror that you face from each day to the next.

    That is the image this piece gave me, that and Sleepy Hollow.



  • Judas Denied
    September 22, 2003
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    Talk about a mindfuck headtrip. I love this one, Mr.Insomnia. The telling here is both surreal and yet real to me. It trips like a delusional daydream when in all reality these things happen somewhere in dark places, on planes most of us never want to go, yet we end up there anyway. I ramble, ja, but I am ok with that. This was vivid, painful and just really incredible. I give it two thumbs up and a wag.

  • undine
    September 21, 2003
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    Magical! I traveled to a distant land and walked among the shadows as I read.
    Edited on Sep 21, 8:25 p.m. because ''.


  • pangur ban
    September 21, 2003
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    Intriguing write - excellent, descriptive language with just the right touch of the surreal to hold my interest. I enjoyed reading. Thanks - Helen


  • Juliet D
    September 21, 2003
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    I loved this immensely.. captivating It feels to me like that piece.. Saint Sans - Danse Macabre.

    I'll have to read it a few more times to let it all sink in.. amazing write.

    ~Scarlet

  • jenneddin silver member
    September 21, 2003
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    I've read this five times....... and still cannot comment.....

    jen was here

  • Uullee
    September 21, 2003
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    I'm of the same opinion.. filled my imagination

  • Son Of Sun
    September 21, 2003
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    An Excellent write, it's a magical piece, full of wonderful imagery, a great flow.

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