I laugh about myself in the morning.
I recognize myself in the mirror.
A reflection of my own indecision,
looking back at the world that is there
behind me.
These walls that I call my safe haven,
this little plot of land that is mine,
surround me, embracing like lovers.
I’ll stand with the fierceness of Time
against all that come to take from me,
with my kith, with my kin,
with my kind.
The love of my life is a Lion,
with a mane fearsome red, and a smile
that could tempt even Faustus himself
to turn his back, leave the devil behind,
and choose love as the finest of things.
Diamond rings do not sparkle in my eyes.
The color of money is red.
And a flag that is stained
with the blood of us all
flies on high with the sky clearest blue
overhead.
Moonlit in magic and memory,
lost in the land of my youth,
fond reminisces and sorrow recalled,
Is pondering,
ponderous pondering
Truth
worth spending a day, even one precious hour?
I’ve built up my walls and strengthened my towers,
I’ve laid out my mine fields to keep out the dead.
The servants of Sin rule the land where I dwell.
The patriots song and the cracked iron bell
are just symbols of the unspoken lie,
the despicable lie,
the perversion of truth,
the corruption of words that were nobly spoken.
May the serpents forked tongue twist
the promises broken.
Break out the windows and tear down the walls.
The Fall isn’t all it was cracked up to be.
Forgotten like leaves cast aside by the tree,
the passing of life like a day once gone by.
The eye, if its quick, catch the passing on high
of the dead once more risen
to their place in the sky.
Floodwater visions and hideaway dreams,
it seems that the night is the time for the call,
to beginnings and ends,
Pride welcome the fall,
to the death walker’s place,
an invitation to all.
Laughter in echoes that dance in the air,
soft breezes and shadows to welcome me there,
to the dark place,
the secret place
that abides here within me,
to the home of the spirit, the cupboards are bare,
and the wisest of men know to ever beware.
On horizons cast mornings in glory like blood
with amused recognition of my own lack of will,
I’m the still voice a’calling,
both the bad and the good,
to the tune of conductors gone somewhere up high.
In the eye that beholds is the truth understood.
With the wicker man’s will, and the fallen man’s eye
I espy way up high in the sky, there’s a light
that is shining for no one other than me.
Can it be that I’m right in turning away
from the day,
from the light,
from the bright shining way,
from the hopes and the dreams that have led me this way?
I wonder, have I gone astray?
Have I wondered and wandered beyond recall?
I’ve fallen and I can’t get up.
A beggars cup is easy to grasp.
The gasping breath of such as I,
who drowns in simple subtle sleep,
the drowning man who scarcely knows
the scent of fresh and fertile breath,
but somehow knows the taste of death.
There is but left now the temples and juries,
the fury that burns on the alter laid bare,
acolytes calling a funeral dirge,
and the urge to lay down, to sleep with the dead.
In my head is a ringing like cherubic voices,
while darkest night in my heart has emerged.
Will the sun not yet rise,
rise the moon in its stead?
Who are the living,
and who, the dead?
A contest entry
- BRING IN THE DARKNESS by lovingpoet.
745 points, ended April 5, 34 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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a poem in parts it seems and each part seems to accept less lightness and absorb more darkness until the ending, like a revelations story, the layers grow deeper in darkness and foreboding...remarkable here for the depth of the mood... PK
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Thumbs up
Very powerful piece
Good luck in your contest! =]
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now that I got some points thaought you would love some and good luck
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BRAVO! BRAVO! LOVED IT...loved it..loved it..
what a feast that was to truly enjoy!
Must have read it twice to bask in the brillance of this
poem!
You sure know how to set the bar........
Applause-applause-applause
humbly,
ears...
What a joy that was to read!
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Excellent work here
Wow ir truly makes one wonder as we look about and honestly it is a question unanswered for blind eyes search today for they feel nothing yet trudge on feeling superior and yet know not why
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very nice write you bring your thoughts out good thank you for entering the contest
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A powerful, strong write ...
so wondrous in its grasp of this temporary life, of mortality, of the futility of it all ... The many books that come to naught; the dreams in vain sought; the dust by money bought ...
And yet. There is that soul, the love of your life. That one love mentioned so fleetingly, but who makes living worthwhile, and dying too, for the unison of souls is the eternal solace; the sanctuary we call Home, the Love of the Highest order.
May your life be the chosen path of His Will. May you live eternally in the Love of beloved and of Him, immortal in the purified Light of the only Truth.
Thank you for this brilliant poem ... It is a life story, and Beyond.
Love
Myra
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Hey, amazing poem you have here! I loved it! I really liked the words and descriptions that you used, and I cannot say that I have a favourite stanza because I liked all of them a lot! It is a very deep and insightful poem! Anyways, thanks for sharing and nice job with it, I enjoyed reading it a lot!
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Excellent
A very fine write, indeed. You expressed your thoughts quite well. Thanks for sharing this one with us. -
Wow. This was right on the most honest and deep insightful read I've read today.
I love your brutal honesty,
and the way you write states your opinions without forcing people to believe them -though those who don't are obviously mentally retarded-
I love this piece so much. And I admire your guts to say whatever you want to. -
Depressing in the extreme but undoubtedly well-written. Some odd archaisms which make it a little over-literary in my humble opinion.
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i liked the starting but could be made a bit short,undiluted and concentrated.
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well
I guess a long look at life can be near fatal at times. I see this as a write for those older & wiser. Kind of like when ones markers run out and we face the inevitable. A very profound and powerful write. true poetry.
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sorry...doesn't do much to me.
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