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[b]Disaster, that’s what I wrought with my little games.
The creature who would have been a hero and a martyr
finally for one moment of pure relevance…
You’d think I’d learn something from it,
would you not? Well, I did actually.
I really did. But It’s just so painful
to shrink back into the shadows,
I, the sleek and nameless ghoul
again creeping up on the helpless mortals
who know nothing of things like me.
So hurtful to be again the outsider,
forever on the fringes,
struggling with good and evil
in the age-old private hell of body and soul.
In my isolation now I dream of finding
some sweetness in the moonlighted chamber,
one with a tender heart, who reads my writings
and hears my sad song; one of the idealistic people
that consider me so grand.
Poetry and the power of illusion,
a whispering wishes to the night
creating dreams that take flight,
mayhap there is a copy of one of my creations
on the bedside table with a velvet marker on it,
I dream of touching and smiling as our eyes meet.
Maybe someone will find me more charming
on account of what has befallen me;
the unexpected horror I’ve seen,
the inevitable pain I’ve endured.
It’s the awful truth that suffering can deepen us,
give a greater luster to our colors,
a richer resonance to our words.
That is if it does not destroy us,
if it does not burn away
the optimism and the spirit,
a capacity for visions,
and the respect for simple
yet indispensable things.
Please forgive me if I sound bitter.
I don’t have any right to be.
I started the whole thing;
and I am still in one piece, as they say.
The hurt and pain I have caused others is inexcusable.
And surely for that I shall always pay.
Gypsy Red
7/2012
The creature who would have been a hero and a martyr
finally for one moment of pure relevance…
You’d think I’d learn something from it,
would you not? Well, I did actually.
I really did. But It’s just so painful
to shrink back into the shadows,
I, the sleek and nameless ghoul
again creeping up on the helpless mortals
who know nothing of things like me.
So hurtful to be again the outsider,
forever on the fringes,
struggling with good and evil
in the age-old private hell of body and soul.
In my isolation now I dream of finding
some sweetness in the moonlighted chamber,
one with a tender heart, who reads my writings
and hears my sad song; one of the idealistic people
that consider me so grand.
Poetry and the power of illusion,
a whispering wishes to the night
creating dreams that take flight,
mayhap there is a copy of one of my creations
on the bedside table with a velvet marker on it,
I dream of touching and smiling as our eyes meet.
Maybe someone will find me more charming
on account of what has befallen me;
the unexpected horror I’ve seen,
the inevitable pain I’ve endured.
It’s the awful truth that suffering can deepen us,
give a greater luster to our colors,
a richer resonance to our words.
That is if it does not destroy us,
if it does not burn away
the optimism and the spirit,
a capacity for visions,
and the respect for simple
yet indispensable things.
Please forgive me if I sound bitter.
I don’t have any right to be.
I started the whole thing;
and I am still in one piece, as they say.
The hurt and pain I have caused others is inexcusable.
And surely for that I shall always pay.
Gypsy Red
7/2012
Published 24th Jul 2012
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Anonymous
24th Jul 2012 2:41pm
You have paid in full I do believe Gypsy Red!
Now, for today!
Strider :)
Now, for today!
Strider :)
24th Jul 2012 2:43pm
You are sweet Strider that is why you are so loved, but I don't always feel like I have paid in full, I owe humanity much, much more for my crimes against it.Thank you
Red
Red
Anonymous
24th Jul 2012 2:53pm
So rich in well toned words
So raw and self condemning
Can only one person
Do so much wrong
Or is it a process
For you unending
To do the crime
Beat the breast
Confess and promise
To never do
What was done before
But can you do that
As you are?
Beautifully written poem.
So raw and self condemning
Can only one person
Do so much wrong
Or is it a process
For you unending
To do the crime
Beat the breast
Confess and promise
To never do
What was done before
But can you do that
As you are?
Beautifully written poem.
24th Jul 2012 2:57pm
Thank you for the deeply insightful comment, I am as are we all, light and dark, and sometime the dark side takes lead.
Red
Red
24th Jul 2012 3:22pm
A rewrite or re-imagining of a previous piece? And yes the Brightness and the dark do often jostle to have their prominence. Well done
24th Jul 2012 3:26pm
No not a re-write it was posted as one of my first pieces, but you might have read it on my blogger page.Thanks for stopping by luv.
24th Jul 2012 5:42pm
The burden of guilt is what brings about a price I believe. I am a great believer in ones thoughts being the blueprints of ones future.
It's about not allowing oneself to always pay, in my most humble opinion.
A great write Gypsy,you will get all you desire I'm sure. You come across as a very strong lady. :)
It's about not allowing oneself to always pay, in my most humble opinion.
A great write Gypsy,you will get all you desire I'm sure. You come across as a very strong lady. :)
24th Jul 2012 5:45pm
Thank you Magda for the sweet and ever encouraging words, you are wonderful lady in your right,thank you again.
24th Jul 2012 11:41pm
This is a piece that resonates with me...
the energy is powerful, and sorrowful for the past...believe me things have a way of balancing out because Karma is the universal enforcer and often when we recognize our own "fouls" so to speak sometimes the game is changed in our favor
much love and light to you....
the energy is powerful, and sorrowful for the past...believe me things have a way of balancing out because Karma is the universal enforcer and often when we recognize our own "fouls" so to speak sometimes the game is changed in our favor
much love and light to you....
24th Jul 2012 11:44pm
Thank you my sister for wonderfully encouraging words, maybe one day I will be able to say "I forgive myself".
5th Aug 2012 3:25pm
Red, Surely the best of the many great poems that I have read of yours.
"So hurtful to be again the outsider,
forever on the fringes,
struggling with good and evil
in the age-old private hell of body and soul."
I share this grapling each and ever day ...
"In my isolation now I dream of finding
some sweetness in the moonlighted chamber,
one with a tender heart, who reads my writings
and hears my sad song; one of the idealistic people
that consider me so grand.
Poetry and the power of illusion,
a whispering wishes to the night
creating dreams that take flight,
mayhap there is a copy of one of my creations
on the bedside table with a velvet marker on it,
I dream of touching and smiling as our eyes meet."
Yes, please read my poetry and cherish me ...
How beautiful it is and are you dear versist
Putting it on my reading list as soon as I hit the POST COMMENT button.
"So hurtful to be again the outsider,
forever on the fringes,
struggling with good and evil
in the age-old private hell of body and soul."
I share this grapling each and ever day ...
"In my isolation now I dream of finding
some sweetness in the moonlighted chamber,
one with a tender heart, who reads my writings
and hears my sad song; one of the idealistic people
that consider me so grand.
Poetry and the power of illusion,
a whispering wishes to the night
creating dreams that take flight,
mayhap there is a copy of one of my creations
on the bedside table with a velvet marker on it,
I dream of touching and smiling as our eyes meet."
Yes, please read my poetry and cherish me ...
How beautiful it is and are you dear versist
Putting it on my reading list as soon as I hit the POST COMMENT button.
5th Aug 2012 3:35pm
Thank you, this piece is a reflection of how I see myself and what I wish for and the lament of many things. It was one of my first large bodies of work and it gave me the confidence to write with more depth. Glad you liked it so much.
Red
Red
16th Mar 2013 5:47am
16th Mar 2013 12:44pm
Well let's see,I don't need to tell you how hard it is for us to forgive ourselves for doing some of the things we have had to do. For me a lifetime of redemption equal to my iniquities and a hope to balance the scale enough to find forgiveness.Thanks for reading.
Red
Red
16th Mar 2013 5:05pm
