On a stage, smoke-stale
Dancing to an empty room
Lonely when the lights go out
Tears stolen in the night
A name called, a soul on fire
Tied to the changing wind
The dark engulfs thought
Taken in by an enchanting beast
Eyes cast to the ceiling
Hands shaking in prayer
My rest is in a crucified man
My chains gone
My soul free
How does it make you feel?
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interesting
There are many levels to this poem, I can see, it resists reductonism with it's multiplicity of meanings.
I always found your works to have a philosophical context that others may not see, to me this isn't just a poem about 'christ', it's a poem about loneliness, comfort, society, sexuality and repression all in one! This poem speaks truth and loving warmth to me, that I can't find in any other works ! Powerful!
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Thank You
Your comment hit the nail on the head so to speak. If I limited my poems to a specific meaning, that would limit my writing. I personally enjoy having no limits. The point of my writing is to release whatever it is that I'm feeling or whatever is causing my never ending restlessness. I like that you get how it speaks to you. Not many people do that with my works.
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