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[title] => Ode to an Unfulfilled Death
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[bodytext] => And every so often in this aging circle of land Falling teardrops shed upon a nightstand To the sound of the drowning of loneliness, And like the broken towers of light That once ignited the night in flames They lie all soulful and scattered amid Outdated pulses and feelings stirred to fit the present, Craving for a time that will never reign; nor did, And I, this voice’s shadowy twin, like one of them Always dwell on threadbare silhouettes of back then, Like a lover of life unmatched and jettisoned I lie conformed to mortality, the most cruel reality Of yearnings to keep the heart from gladness Piling the soul with recurring instances of sadness. And from the engulfing silence a horrible truth emerges Attacking me again and again, mercilessly to the end And all I will have left by then is peaceful dreaming and flashbacks of her in front of that vivid sky And the fading tune of Lover, You Should’ve Come Over Whose words will scatter inside me…- and then it goes I’ll wait for you…and I’ll burn…will I ever see your sweet return? …Sometimes a man must awake to find that, really, He has no-one… And as the powerfull prose fill me in, her angelic face appear within like a cascade of apathy, an epic picture soon to be escorted with To the sullen site of man’s crossing, Pale and dying and soon forgotten I lie swathed and furled within vacant space Slowly abating to nothingness. Ah, touching my skin…pure and thin. Looking within…bare and Vastly untouched. Now warmth pulling me up…eyes dreamily down, Oh, the revelatory sight of a fading meteor cutting through the night Painting dull minds with broad beauteous strokes of insight; with urge, Oh, the persistence of men’s search for eternal bliss: A holy grail exhumed from a bottomless pit A cube of latitude sculptured from a tender kiss The ultimate soothing hiss. Mouth opening up…shivery breeze from above. Lips drop To the enclosing of air…propelling a last brief yawp To the frontier of the atmosphere, And out there stillness abides the clicking of time Cantering down the last narrowing lanes The inevitably approach of rapid decline …Rush, Agony, Silence… Couldn‘t stay…Those who got away unfulfilled. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 158 [topic] => 64 [informant] => holstein [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ambiguous )
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