I traveled in your song Sleight Of Hands (I had visions of him)
pearljoy
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Warm winds with your hands carry him away
With dark tired tears he cries, please don’t make me stay
He refuses to breath in his life; he suffocates inside, he waits for your rescue or some other twisted surprise
Deliverer of Death I watched as you traveled by selecting only a few among us – you passed him up again, I must ask you why?
Do you satisfy in his suffering, do you lather in his failure at life’s test?
You like me see a destroyed soul, a restless man, who is tired of trying and doesn’t care to understand - He inquires to himself at times, how can it be others enjoy this misplaced life? Closing his eyes to make a wish I heard him say give me death make things right!
Awakened to his desire for demise he kneels to pray and plead for an end, his request unfulfilled but he is already dead, like the song said, he is already dead.
Reversals of his beginning a cremation of this unknown friend master of life perform his death. An intentional and sweet sacrifice for a man whose insulation for this life is thinner than mine.
Sleight Of Hand grant his comfort into the light, replace his misery with a peace like rose colored glasses gift his soul with new sight. Yes it is by his intentions not consequence allow him to die take him at your merciful hands.
With dark tired tears he cries, please don’t make me stay
He refuses to breath in his life; he suffocates inside, he waits for your rescue or some other twisted surprise
Deliverer of Death I watched as you traveled by selecting only a few among us – you passed him up again, I must ask you why?
Do you satisfy in his suffering, do you lather in his failure at life’s test?
You like me see a destroyed soul, a restless man, who is tired of trying and doesn’t care to understand - He inquires to himself at times, how can it be others enjoy this misplaced life? Closing his eyes to make a wish I heard him say give me death make things right!
Awakened to his desire for demise he kneels to pray and plead for an end, his request unfulfilled but he is already dead, like the song said, he is already dead.
Reversals of his beginning a cremation of this unknown friend master of life perform his death. An intentional and sweet sacrifice for a man whose insulation for this life is thinner than mine.
Sleight Of Hand grant his comfort into the light, replace his misery with a peace like rose colored glasses gift his soul with new sight. Yes it is by his intentions not consequence allow him to die take him at your merciful hands.
PearlJoy!!!!
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is written on a stopped clock
was written when time renewed itself
within each moment.
When a look of distance
was unobscured
when all that distance renewed itself
within each moment.
This is just stream of consciousness in response to the poem. I liked how your poem challenges me. It would take many drafts to write what I really want to say, since I'm not completely sure what I want to say.
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird