not kill i

share

and just like that
it was over

precious illusion
to sleep, perchance.....

all those years of knowing, inside
deep inside, where your soul pulls at your center

like a thread - connected to a dream

and the dream was....

all the stories that you read
all the pictures that you saw
love on the wind, and
the moon as your home

and severed, so simple
just like that, it was over

was it all sleight of hand?
or can the magic really die

and if so, then why not i?

justam

This is incredibly sad. :(

DopeBeastie

heya share... the ending in this poem made me think of one of my faves by dickinson:


754

My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun—
In Corners—till a Day
The Owner passed—identified—
And carried Me away—

And now We roam in Sovereign Woods—
And now We hunt the Doe—
And every time I speak for Him—
The Mountains straight reply—

And do I smile, such cordial light
Upon the Valley glow—
It is as a Vesuvian face
Had let its pleasure through—

And when at Night—Our good Day done—
I guard My Master’s Head—
’Tis better than the Eider-Duck’s
Deep Pillow—to have shared—

To foe of His—I’m deadly foe—
None stir the second time—
On whom I lay a Yellow Eye—
Or an emphatic Thumb—

Though I than He—may longer live
He longer must—than I—
For I have but the power to kill,
Without—the power to die—


(god, i love this poem)



I am hoping all is well with you.... Rachel

Puckered Starfish

share wrote:

and just like that
it was over

precious illusion
to sleep, perchance.....

all those years of knowing, inside
deep inside, where your soul pulls at your center

like a thread - connected to a dream

and the dream was....

all the stories that you read
all the pictures that you saw
love on the wind, and
the moon as your home

and severed, so simple
just like that, it was over

was it all sleight of hand?
or can the magic really die

and if so, then why not i?

beautiful stuff. who or what is your inspiration?

oh,and by the way,the magic only dies when the
magician does and even then it lives on spirit.

share

thanks guys - for the nice you always have for me (and being enlightened and deadnote too)

pasta nazi - love that poem, it's "loaded"

justam - I just realized I've never written anything that wasn't sad - that's sad isn't it

hmmmm

pucks - nosy bugger - it's the end of childlike perspective

a little of the bard, a little of the band and a little star trek too (although I put not kill i, can't be too obvious)