It's a challenging night to be in existence.
For this apathy to fade out of delinquence
I heed the call of a stirring ocean, to halt
events my mind has thrust into motion.
A fault at which no finger to blame, I push
and stumble into a refrain, meant to reclaim
a hushed sense of thought, an action, a word,
a fleeting glimpse that this lethal attraction
affords. Give me in and up to your hands, lust
has shown, rearing horns and enforcing demands,
which combust in an instant tracking ash and dust
into the dark corners and under carpets swept. Concise
in the effortless record that's kept in the back of a mind
to entice the waking and sleepless dreams. Devout
and protruding, making rockbeds of our broken rivers
that spout a fountain of deceit and shattered whispers.
--
The cancerous serpent leapt horrifically, bowing beneath
leaves stretching up to shriek against the night sky,
bequeathing its descent into perilous truths unto Fear.
Her worshippers flail and writhe in disillusion,
hastening the plummet to fornicate pasts and futures.
She clings to starry mornings and casts off the sun.
--
Taken to disperse and swallow collectively, the pill
that strangles and crookedly stabs the attentive
and still nature that reverberrates in my spine, and snaps
my neck as it crumbles beneath the weight, and breaks
with collapse when limits hit the floor before a gate
which makes conclusions weave in and out of transparency.
Abrase the red carpet with desolate delight, to garnish
frowned masks that scatter as roaches into the night
that wishes for the solitude of a raging candle. Embalm
and burn my wax lips to the floor while lies trickle in
the calm, cool, staining feet which would tread along
tiled floors that this storm walked upon. It sings a new song.
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Fear comes to rise before her new gifted children. Birthed
of their own impregnation of her into their minds. Distasteful
in solitude, but upright in the burdening glare of serpentine
eyes. Crippled dunes of shiftless sands nest within their
castle walls. But one will stand to cast off her demands.
--
Now wish the depths to claim this old ivory tower
and devour the torture that brings your hand to bear
against the massive headache of thought and despair.
Conclude the bricks to crumble and groan, with wrists
caving in from rain, hail, and stone. Given to dispansion
of gifts in moral honor that brings the songs of eleven
lost sons in expilation of their old selves. Where a newborn
rests in the quietude of my own fallen tears, upon shelves
worn with fickle hopes intwined with desire, now to cross
over a rickety bridge, borderline freefall to grasp your utterance
and run past the night into another existence.
--
One who was not willing to take the fall of a forsaken,
Fear arches back, screeching her harsh cry of defilement
which casts beyond the forever dark skies. Her worshippers
swarm as destitution lay in shambles, sheathing the landscape,
and ravage Fear's once ruthless body. A deity risen to power
as swiftly falls. Free, we now explore our own eternity.
Author notes
It seems that a little clarification in this piece could be helpful. If you wish to discover the full meaning on your own, perhaps it's better to skip these notes.
This is a story of the birthing of the demon we know as "Fear." Showing Fear's rise to power and depicting the battle that some must face in order to cast off the demonic forces that influence us. This is displayed in the story-based stanzas, 2, 4, and 6.
The other stanzas tell of the human mind this demon is haunting. In the first stanza we see the turmoil the mind is suffering through, where everything is scattered, broken, and confused. The second stanza shows the creation of the demon Fear, and her receiving her powers. The third stanza goes back to the human mind, ready to break under the pressure of its traumas, but we also see a revelation take place. "While lies trickle in the calm..." is where we see this begin. So often the basis of our Fear is a lie being played out in our mind to bring us to submission. The character here is now discovering the existence of these lies, and sees that walking in them is what burdens us to the demon's power. This brings about a new understanding, and the mind can begin to "sing a new song."
The fourth stanza returns to our story realm, where Fear's power over people is being displayed, and we see that it is they, themselves who grant her access to their thoughts. The fifth stanza shows the rise against the demonic presence, the "old ivory tower." And the mind goes to battle, breaking free to now "run past the night," the oppressed time it once lived in, and "into another existence." One consisting of freedom. The end of this battle is displayed in the slaying of Fear in the final stanza. Leaving us free to the life eternity would intend for us.
I hope this helps make the piece more easily understandable,and possibly enjoyable to read through again to see how differently your mind receives it. Initial reflections on the piece are wonderful to hear about, and I'd love to hear any new opinions should you choose to read through it again.
This piece still has not become all that I feel it could be. As such, any input is greatly appreciated. I'm not sure if I'm entirely satisfied with its current state. Maybe it should be longer?
What idol are you needing slain?
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what a thought you are striuggling with bringing the wastness in it of the eternity through your words of the poetry..a wonderful journey indeed...
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It goes almost with out saying that this is some good writing. really well done. you have impressed me. the concepts and notions tied together like a quilt.
spacial.
Creatress
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The thoughts reflected here are very intense. I don't often delve into the world of somber and grim poetry as I find there is enough darkness enveloping the universe as it is. However, I must admit that I did find this piece somewhat on the intriguing side as it gave me pause to think and consider various life situations. You really did a fabulous job here. May the ink from your pen forever flow across the pages of Allpoetry.
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Reading through this piece a couple of times now and taking in the author notes at the end, it's a scene that I'm VERY well familiar with. It's a dance that I've become very graceful with in all her dark ways. All of this reminds me very much of what I go through in many ways and in many situations in life.
The very first line had my attention immediately because, while the night can be my best friend, she's also my worst enemy on a few more than just a handful of occasions. There's something about the night that makes one think, and along with thinking comes understanding...and understanding can bring both solace and fear. In this case, it was fear and fear magnified.
"A fault at which no finger to blame, I push"
This line was great, as well, because this alone can be one of the most frustrating things in the world: Having something going severely wrong and nowhere to put the blame over than on oneself. You can't point a finger at someone else over your own creation, and that's an issue a lot of times. It's hard to admit when you're in the wrong.
There's a lot of other lines that I could point out, but if I did, this comment would never end. lol. So, I'll leave this with the words which say you've done a really good job of showing the rising and falling of Fear itself. Sometimes we can forget that EVERYTHING has a weakness...
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You have some potentially very good imagery going on here. I get a sense that you feel there is something beyond that which we see, beyond the way the world is portrayed or how we portray ourselves.
However, I was lost at times (maybe that's the point). I feel that you could tidy up the piece and thus draw out the images and metaphors.
It is a challenging piece and I enjoyed it. Hope this helps.
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