The Man Stands The man stands... on that rocky hilltop, broken sword at his side. Battle wounds so deep, they will not heal... wounds so deep, that the wind blows through him now. The wind has turned cold... freezing what is left of his heart, his psyche... his very soul. Secure in the fact that he did, put up a good fight... yet somehow... it was not good enough. Comforted by the fact that he would soon meet his Gods, find out why the fight had to be so hard... Yet "soon!"... may be measured in days, or months, or years! Spiritual wounds do not kill instantly... they weep, they fester for a lifetime ......... or longer. The man stands... cold rain now washing away the sweat and the blood. It runs down and soaks into the land that he loved so, back to the earth from whence it came. A tear comes now... for all the battles lost, all the souls he could not save, for those that would not hear his words. Shed for the love given, yet never understood... a true and honest love, that was not enough. The tears drip into the sand, now... going unnoticed... forgotten in the eons of man. Yet "eons!"... may be measured in years, or months, or days! All too soon, do people forget the good the honest man... Remembering instead the vain, the famous ......... the damned idols! Spring, 2004, Mariposa California
yeah that is a really good one! but honestly i like the first one you posted best here... the one you actually wrote. what was going through your head when you wrote that omg what does the house represent, collective knowledge? i was seeing some fractures in reality re-reading it on a trip.
Ummm ... I've written all of these... Anyways, in dream interpretation the house corresponds to the psyche... With that in mind you should be able to figure out the rest.
oh wow my mistake. not sure what is was that led me to believe the last one wasnt yours after rereading it. must have mistaken Mariposa as a name. sorry bout that. anywho, im still kinda awestruck with that first one. i swear reading it aloud, like my voice changed and idk cant really describe how it affected me. but like it was the only poem where the words sort of open up another plane HA im crazy.i was trippin mind you
Mariposa, CA. is where I lived when I wrote that. I moved in 2004 so half year there and half year where I live now. Most of these are "beat poems" they are meant to be heard. Inflection in the voice gives additional meaning. You being on a trip probably picked up on that. Thus the voice change, etc.
man just so amazing... mucho respecto for youo. planning to revisit this thread on future trips =] beat poems you say, ill have to loook more into that, thanks! i bet you have quite a stack of poems, all of which id appreciate. looking forward to more ;p
great poem ty.weldone again. i always get what you saying,even without acid! ha! ha! i like that"spiritual wounds do not kill instantly"powerful line.:2thumbsup:
Depression digs itself a grave . . . . . Depression digs itself a grave, and the man lays down in it. Secure... at last, in the comfort of its glassy walls made of lies and deceits, halftruths and pain, lost love never found..... Unspoken silence..... The friends come and look in on the man... laughing with their sad little voices. Do they morn the passing of the man? Only as much as needed to impress the others... then they turn their backs, and go merrily on their way. Silence ........... Unspoken, ... at last Depression digs itself a grave, and the man lays down in it. 2004/edit 2008
Tears not shed, kept for the inside. Tears of happyness that you are there..... somewhere. Tears of sadness that you are not here..... Every moment I wish to share, yet I turn, and you are not there. More tears un-shed..... kept for the inside. There is only one, that can fill the emptyness in my soul. It seems so lonely here without you. Tears shed, filling that empty hole....... inside 2006
Wow , very well done . Liked them all . Your waters run deep . Magical and mystical realms . You have talent for writing and metapors of the mind . I'm impressed , and enjoyed reading them all . thanks for sharing these with us . I wonder if you were born in March ? Your words and imagination have pisces traits . Your writing style has intuitive deepness and feeling on many different levels . Keep up the good work .
...Be at peace with your own death... Death is not some hideous cruel monster lurking in the shadows waiting to catch you unaware It has simply and quietly been waiting for you your whole life, waiting to take you home again. jfw 7/7/2014
