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skulls and bones and memory's remains
skulls and bones and the memory's remains
monsters, slayers their shackles and chains
that's what they found deep underground
when you were long dead and we weren't around
sands of the time
buried their rhyme
dunes rose higher
drowning wind chimes
skulls and bones and memory remains
of beings unsuitable of beings insane
they left their marks not without sparks
and scars in ink
helictites hanging with no apparent links
scars and chains of words insane
for them 'twas all that mattered
for them that's all they cared
the place they called home the place they all... shared
an underground collective
of tears
an underground collective
of pain
the underground miners of
truth
the underground admirers
of rain
of varying degrees of kindness
of varying degrees of brute
of clashes of egos and wills
of heartaches and rivers of spills
yet a place they all called home
where the inner self was free to roam
what happened why happened don't know
when landed that one knockout blow
like the ruins of kingdoms of yore
nothing's for ever for sure
the memories of the machines
kept treasures of those artist beings
who chose to release and express
rather than sufffer and suppress
the treasures for sure will be found
no matter how deep underground
monsters, slayers their shackles and chains
that's what they found deep underground
when you were long dead and we weren't around
sands of the time
buried their rhyme
dunes rose higher
drowning wind chimes
skulls and bones and memory remains
of beings unsuitable of beings insane
they left their marks not without sparks
and scars in ink
helictites hanging with no apparent links
scars and chains of words insane
for them 'twas all that mattered
for them that's all they cared
the place they called home the place they all... shared
an underground collective
of tears
an underground collective
of pain
the underground miners of
truth
the underground admirers
of rain
of varying degrees of kindness
of varying degrees of brute
of clashes of egos and wills
of heartaches and rivers of spills
yet a place they all called home
where the inner self was free to roam
what happened why happened don't know
when landed that one knockout blow
like the ruins of kingdoms of yore
nothing's for ever for sure
the memories of the machines
kept treasures of those artist beings
who chose to release and express
rather than sufffer and suppress
the treasures for sure will be found
no matter how deep underground
Published 30th Nov 2020
| Edited 1st Dec 2020
Author's Note
Another nostalgic note from the eventuality of time.
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30th Nov 2020 9:52pm
A wonderful thinking poem. CF...reminded me of my darker side...as Nietzsche said...When fighting with monsters, take care not to become a monster yourself.
Amor Fati...Harry
Amor Fati...Harry
4th Dec 2020 1:29am
G'day Harry!
first of all, my apologies for the delay in replying.
At the same time, honored and humbled by your presence and kind review dear Friend.
You hit the nail on its head Harry. Neitzche was spot on. Couldn't agree more. Can say that from own existence of four decades as a human. Fighting monsters, so easy to become one and I have been more than once, there. Its just so seamless, purely because we, all humans have that evil inside of us. Just that some are more conscious and keep a better tab on it than others.
welcome once again
is your presence and kindness dear Poet Admired.
warm regards from across the (now open) border.
:-))
cheers
cf
first of all, my apologies for the delay in replying.
At the same time, honored and humbled by your presence and kind review dear Friend.
You hit the nail on its head Harry. Neitzche was spot on. Couldn't agree more. Can say that from own existence of four decades as a human. Fighting monsters, so easy to become one and I have been more than once, there. Its just so seamless, purely because we, all humans have that evil inside of us. Just that some are more conscious and keep a better tab on it than others.
welcome once again
is your presence and kindness dear Poet Admired.
warm regards from across the (now open) border.
:-))
cheers
cf
4th Dec 2020 4:18am
G'day cf...Yes indeed...we all have our monsters, and they are intrinsically linked to our emotions...a minotaur lurks in the caverns of our minds...if I could just find Ariadne's thread lol.
Feelings are mutual my friend...stay well there in Vicland.
Cheers...Harry
Feelings are mutual my friend...stay well there in Vicland.
Cheers...Harry
30th Nov 2020 11:11pm
Oh, I love this in all of it's glorious symbolism, imagery, and messages. Really, this is magnificent.
Anonymous
30th Nov 2020 11:49pm
Wow. Loved, loved, loved this!
Makes me view DUP from a deeper perspective.
"an underground collective
of tears
an underground collective
of pain
the underground miners of
truth
the underground admirers
of rain"
I think my heart did a happy leap through my chest reading this!
It is so beautifully true.
I absolutely love this tribute. ❤
Makes me view DUP from a deeper perspective.
"an underground collective
of tears
an underground collective
of pain
the underground miners of
truth
the underground admirers
of rain"
I think my heart did a happy leap through my chest reading this!
It is so beautifully true.
I absolutely love this tribute. ❤
1st Dec 2020 9:15am
1st Dec 2020 10:46am
This is truly artwork by itself with all the emotion produced from every line. Bookmarked!
Anonymous
10th Dec 2020 00:42am
this is just so fantastic, wow indeed!
