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Avery
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NZ
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Topic Author's Original Post - Apr 27, 2015 - 01:34am PT
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Salvage Operation
Those parts of myself I let escape -
Where did they go?
Marauding bands of sentiment
That crossed the heart’s
Hardening frontier.
Where did they end up?
Those qualities thrown aside
And now sought again,
So late on, and in such earnest?
All those strands of the self
That fled as the soul corroded,
They must have sought refuge, but where?
Believing they can be nowhere other
Than submerged inside me
Almost nightly now I search for them,
But trawling through physical paranoia
Find little but fragments to remind me
of the brightness wasted.
Yes, because beginning over again
Is a fairy-tail the grave denies us,
And because there is still
Much gathering in to done,
Many repatriations to be attempted,
Dive again, dreamer,
Back down into the currents of the mutable self
Where all that was lost might still drift,
Battered, but salvageable.
BP
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
climber
Out Of Bed
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Apr 27, 2015 - 02:25am PT
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Traveling across the cursed tracks that life has thrown down
A roller coaster ride from beginning to end
Children of the sun and stone grow old and
Eventually lose their outer mountain goat
Children of stone and sand and sun
may grow old shaken, rotated and broken
The inner goat
that ram deep down at a mans core
Never dies and grows like a flame
Burning as if desire but tempered with age
Age the limiting factor in the only accent that
Cannot be bailed from.
Life
Peace to those who are hurt to the quick by the myriad of slashes,
life favorite trick?
To cut down the strong and make confident weak.
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