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#467625 - 07/15/14 10:55 AM poem 54
dark empathy Offline
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Registered: 11/26/07
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Loc: durham, north england
The ship without the diciplin has foundered on the sea,
Who's tides crash on the shores of time benieth the apple trea.
I stand upon the pitching deck refusing to sit down,
As in the air that's full of dark the mermaids come to drown.

The islands lie ahead of us, the rudder pointed true,
There dancing girls and skeletons offer snakes and lotus fruit,
My fingers on the harp's gold strings are crusted with old blood,
As I try to sing a sailing song that only brings the flood.

The maps the captains reading from are scribed on human skin,
They show the shape of things without and how to look within,
And if I were not so afraid I'd hold them to the flame,
And watch the flakes of burning books scatter o'er the mane.

The helsman has a teliscope he's pointing at the stars,
he sees the moon with grinning face, the piramids of mars,
And if I'm looking through his glass to see the way to go,
He just tells me once again there are things no man ought to know.

The crew all gamble with their lives and gamble with regret,
They laugh their dirty laughs while rolling dice of bone and breath,
they encourage me to play the game whenever I might choose,
But some bets are too hard to make when I know I always lose.

The spiral sun is golden now, tomorrow it is red,
And bloody light lies on the sales that whisper over head,
And is the wind that starts to blow a blessing or a curse,
Or just another meaning lost in the ending of a verse.

With one hand on the dipping mast and one hand on the rose,
With one hand pierced by the thorns and one a fist I've closed,
Between the destination and the place I started from,
I know no journey ends but that another is begun.

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#467775 - 07/19/14 01:14 AM Re: poem 54 [Re: dark empathy]
focusedbody Offline


Registered: 02/03/13
Posts: 374
Loc: NY
Originally Posted By: dark empathy
I know no journey ends but that another is begun.


Beautifully written with an insightful conclusion.

FB
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#467802 - 07/20/14 07:47 AM Re: poem 54 [Re: dark empathy]
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Registered: 08/04/13
Posts: 138
Thanks just beautiful.
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Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain."
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#467839 - 07/21/14 08:26 AM Re: poem 54 [Re: dark empathy]
dark empathy Offline
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Registered: 11/26/07
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Loc: durham, north england
Glad people like.

For this one blaime a rather weerd combination of Leonard cohen and the rhyme of the ancient mariner, and what I was feeling at the time.

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#468328 - 08/01/14 11:23 AM Re: poem 54 [Re: dark empathy]
victor-victim Offline


Registered: 09/27/03
Posts: 3593
Loc: O Kanada
another great adventurous poem.
i love it.
i think i have sailed on that ship.

it really is a saga.
worthy of music.

speaking of which

Quote:
My fingers on the harp's gold strings are crusted with old blood


this line triggered old memories of performing live with a fresh wound on my hand and blood dripping down the strings.
vivid memories.

in the many years i have toured, would you believe this has happened at least three times to my recollection.

once, some drunk snipped me with scissors moments before i had to hit the stage.

another time, i attempted an diving frisbee catch and landed on a barb wire fence at a remote outdoor show and had no time for hospital or stitches.
i just did the gig.

the third was the worst.
i fell off a roof only days before leaving on a cross canada tour, and had to play every night with a deep fresh 3 inch gash that ran across my left palm.
there were a lot of stitches in that one and they kept ripping as i kept playing.
eventually the cut got infected and the stitches rotted out, as we kept touring for weeks.
we never managed to get to a hospital, so we just videotaped the festering scabbing wound progress, until it finally closed up on its own.
it healed eventually, but the scar is hideous.
thankfully, there were no long term mobility issues and that hand operates at 100% efficiency.
the show must go on.
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