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[title] => Our Tales the Stars Will Tell
[time] => 2019-06-27 09:20:55
[hometext] => So I recently have been listening to Mastadon/'/s great cover of Stairway to Heaven that was dedicated to their manager who was like family that passed away from pancreatic cancer and a girl I care for is going through something similar. An inspired tribute
[bodytext] => (I tried to do what I could to follow the rhythm and flow of Stairway to Heaven but I could only do so well.)
//Sometimes we live and sometimes we grow
With no seeds to sow and nothing to show
With options blown away on brisk breezes
To our regret, we must lament, that bereavement
We take our struggles in stride, with bruises to pride
And swallow the cries to call for our own refusal
Sun and moon rise and heavens they wind
Stars out at night, watching our fight
One million spectators on black paper
How is it so, that we must learn so?
That despite all our hope and wishes we throw
Heroes still die and the nameless will grieve them?
Our conscience it bites, with our peace dead to rights
Nerves tangle with spite, as our stomachs clench tight
Fears rushing on, as we try to stay strong and relieve them
Your heart quakes and roams, even while resting at home
Feeling as though, you/'/ve been buried in stone
Like the stars we aren/'/t that far and you/'/re not alone
My heart it bleeds and the stains soak my sleeve
My tongue it holds still but the care will still spill
Into the aether to an oasis
I hope we can find our selves a way there, to let down our hair
Plan out the words and rest for a spell
Speak in echoes and wells, for the stars to drink and then tell;
Our stories that go on, with their writ sewn in bond
Whispers of a life, that will some day be forgotten
For the battle we fought, will be ringing out, not loud but so often
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Our Tales the Stars Will Tell
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xHeathenx
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Thursday, 27th June 2019 @ 09:20:55 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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(I tried to do what I could to follow the rhythm and flow of Stairway to Heaven but I could only do so well.)
//Sometimes we live and sometimes we grow
With no seeds to sow and nothing to show
With options blown away on brisk breezes
To our regret, we must lament, that bereavement
We take our struggles in stride, with bruises to pride
And swallow the cries to call for our own refusal
Sun and moon rise and heavens they wind
Stars out at night, watching our fight
One million spectators on black paper
How is it so, that we must learn so?
That despite all our hope and wishes we throw
Heroes still die and the nameless will grieve them?
Our conscience it bites, with our peace dead to rights
Nerves tangle with spite, as our stomachs clench tight
Fears rushing on, as we try to stay strong and relieve them
Your heart quakes and roams, even while resting at home
Feeling as though, you/'/ve been buried in stone
Like the stars we aren/'/t that far and you/'/re not alone
My heart it bleeds and the stains soak my sleeve
My tongue it holds still but the care will still spill
Into the aether to an oasis
I hope we can find our selves a way there, to let down our hair
Plan out the words and rest for a spell
Speak in echoes and wells, for the stars to drink and then tell;
Our stories that go on, with their writ sewn in bond
Whispers of a life, that will some day be forgotten
For the battle we fought, will be ringing out, not loud but so often
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xHeathenx
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Re: Our Tales the Stars Will Tell
(User Rating: 1 ) by JamesStockdale on
Thursday, 27th June 2019 @ 04:58:45 PM AEST (User
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I thought this was great Heathen!
Many great lines. This one got my attention as well
"My heart it bleeds and the stains soak my sleeve
My tongue it holds still but the care will still spill
Into the aether to an oasis"
Your intro was very encouraging as well. People still do care! Great for you and I really enjoyed this piece.
I think it is exceptional! |
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Re: Our Tales the Stars Will Tell
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Sunday, 30th June 2019 @ 07:39:40 AM AEST (User
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this is a wonderful heart filled tribute
yes there is a lady we all know
and we follow / how hollow
we feel when she leaves
her grace pressed upon our collective
soul
and we hope that she has achieved
a stairway to heaven
because that is what she has
shown to all who know
of her.
when a young person leaves too soon
my catholic mom would say,
that god wanted to take them away
first
as though they could show the way
like a stairway, something you
might experience if you were
lucky enough
Which you wrote wonderfully
xHeathenx
she was a jewel that you cared,
still care for always for.
you compare that with any great person,
if you know a great person when you
see a great person,
they remind you of her.
Peace! |
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Re: Our Tales the Stars Will Tell
(User Rating: 1 ) by hauntedscorp on
Sunday, 30th June 2019 @ 08:46:42 PM AEST (User
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Wonderfully wordy and visceral write ... Profound wisdom and somber in tone. You did a great job with this piece... a lot of thought and reflection and attention to detail. Thanks for sharing.
~Scorp |
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Re: Our Tales the Stars Will Tell
(User Rating: 1 ) by Puppy_dog_eyes on
Saturday, 6th July 2019 @ 12:16:13 AM AEST (User
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I have to applaud you for this!!
So many great lines, I wouldn/'/t do you the disservice of just picking out one or two.
Having read it once, I now have the urge to read it again, so I will
Great write
Steve |
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