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WHEN PLANETS ARE STILL
Who am I
in the grey of this autumn morning?
A microscopic speck,among a speck,
among many more.
Above my atmospheric haze,
looking down
upon every one of me.
A ghost for all emotions,
fighting to be the one most seen.
Sharing this tortured conscience,
but one stands out with blinding beams.
Killing the child,
the smiles,
and other higher rivals of divinity.
Emptying the venom,
an incentive for my tragedies.
We are all wired self destructive.
It's how we can survive against ourselves,
how we can even trust us.
I guess that's what defines a man.
Here's the story of how I ended,
with this needle in my hand.
in the grey of this autumn morning?
A microscopic speck,among a speck,
among many more.
Above my atmospheric haze,
looking down
upon every one of me.
A ghost for all emotions,
fighting to be the one most seen.
Sharing this tortured conscience,
but one stands out with blinding beams.
Killing the child,
the smiles,
and other higher rivals of divinity.
Emptying the venom,
an incentive for my tragedies.
We are all wired self destructive.
It's how we can survive against ourselves,
how we can even trust us.
I guess that's what defines a man.
Here's the story of how I ended,
with this needle in my hand.
Published 16th Oct 2013
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16th Oct 2013 2:37am
I really enjoyed the metaphysical--almost surrealistic--aspect, and imagery of this piece!
(Escaping the bonds of our physical existence--our pain...as the essence of the energy of spirits, our Life Force, we are then incorporated within...utilized as one with the universe...infinity.)
Compelling poem, My Friend!
(Escaping the bonds of our physical existence--our pain...as the essence of the energy of spirits, our Life Force, we are then incorporated within...utilized as one with the universe...infinity.)
Compelling poem, My Friend!
Anonymous
16th Oct 2013 11:58am
You really are in an atmospheric haze, dear Jasper. A bad state of confusion here.
This suicide note feels like an encounter with the angel of death in these lines:
"but one stands out with blinding beams.
Killing the child,
the smiles,
and other higher rivals of divinity.
Emptying the venom,
an incentive for my tragedies."
NOT all are wired for self destruction. I totally disagree. From what I have learned of you, you've been through a helluva lot of pain, but EVERYONE deals with some form of pain EVERY day of their lives, and MANY do not destroy themselves.
Jasper, call upon God while he is near. I wish you peace.
This suicide note feels like an encounter with the angel of death in these lines:
"but one stands out with blinding beams.
Killing the child,
the smiles,
and other higher rivals of divinity.
Emptying the venom,
an incentive for my tragedies."
NOT all are wired for self destruction. I totally disagree. From what I have learned of you, you've been through a helluva lot of pain, but EVERYONE deals with some form of pain EVERY day of their lives, and MANY do not destroy themselves.
Jasper, call upon God while he is near. I wish you peace.
16th Oct 2013 4:12pm
Thank you for the feedback Artina;)The theory is, that we are all self destructive,but most don't end up destroying themselves,based on experience,will power,ect...This is for sure a weak moment in need of our savior though.Thanx again
18th Oct 2013 3:35am
Beautiful writing, as always. I dont know the pain you've been through but I know in a certain way we're kindrid. Atleast in this aspect. Great job.
