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Rage against the dyling of the light
The Sun may set
but my ire rises
as I rage against the dying of the light.
The Sun sets,
but I rise.
Only after the day is done
when normal people sleep
resting after a honest
or dishonest
days work,
is when my mind grinds into gear.
The tectonic plates
with iceberg ponderousness
finally align to make me mortal.
Darkness descends
but my mind rises,
free from distractions
painting mental pictures in the dark.
Dreams and desires
spouting forth their visions
in screaming impotent defiance
to a day unseized
and the coming emptiness.
I fall asleep in desperation
as the Sun rises
and the confounded cycle begins again;
to when Ra sets and it all resets.
but my ire rises
as I rage against the dying of the light.
The Sun sets,
but I rise.
Only after the day is done
when normal people sleep
resting after a honest
or dishonest
days work,
is when my mind grinds into gear.
The tectonic plates
with iceberg ponderousness
finally align to make me mortal.
Darkness descends
but my mind rises,
free from distractions
painting mental pictures in the dark.
Dreams and desires
spouting forth their visions
in screaming impotent defiance
to a day unseized
and the coming emptiness.
I fall asleep in desperation
as the Sun rises
and the confounded cycle begins again;
to when Ra sets and it all resets.
Published 19th Jul 2017
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20th Jul 2017 4:07am
Lord Viddax we will find our way
as we rest & rebuild the world
in the way it should be..
beautiful write I may be way off
from what you intended
but that's what I see reading this..
love Brenda
as we rest & rebuild the world
in the way it should be..
beautiful write I may be way off
from what you intended
but that's what I see reading this..
love Brenda
21st Jul 2017 00:33am
Said the angel to the prophet? Your words and poems always exude beauty in such an easy manner, while mine have to fight to get so far. I thank you for your comment, rest and rebuilding are always good before the push onwards. By now you should know you can simply call me Viddax, or V, or whatever you want really, time if not your poetic prowess gives that honour freely.
Sammy Davis said "Night time is the right time"...and I believe him :)
This felt like the wanting to break free, or seeing the possibilities of it, in a time that is usually dulled or foreign to others, You embrace the wee hrs with spirited mind.
A twisting Write Good Sir!!!
***(My mind goes 1000 times too fast as I am trying to sleep***
This felt like the wanting to break free, or seeing the possibilities of it, in a time that is usually dulled or foreign to others, You embrace the wee hrs with spirited mind.
A twisting Write Good Sir!!!
***(My mind goes 1000 times too fast as I am trying to sleep***
21st Jul 2017 00:35am
My mind only seems to feel the need, the need for light speed when the sun is down and sleep should envelop me. Though it does mean sometimes in the buffeted winds of inspiration I catch some rays enough to post a poem, not necessarily a good one though!
22nd Jul 2017 8:31am
22nd Jul 2017 5:05pm
Thank you for this delightful write. A worthy branch from its tree in truth!
As Time effortlessly devours our light, we- being the warriors that we are- must fight, aye, RAGE against the dying of our light.
A timely reminder viddax. For me it was. Thank you once again friend
As Time effortlessly devours our light, we- being the warriors that we are- must fight, aye, RAGE against the dying of our light.
A timely reminder viddax. For me it was. Thank you once again friend
23rd Jul 2017 11:22pm
It is in darkness that my failings show themselves, though I chase after the light all that I catch is its fading rays as I fall to rage, still better than despair I suppose. Keep up the fight, and win soon!
