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Tin God Prophecies
Contributed by
weepingprophet
on
Saturday, 7th October 2006 @ 01:06:56 AM in AEST
Topic:
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Tucked into another fitful night
-- with little sleep, if any--
closing my eyes to scratch at something
--Distant and complacent--
However, a vivid image appears
--a beautiful metaphor--
Our love at its most valiant of times
--now dwindling--
Your slender arm is snaking around me
--absorbing the blowing wind--
Hiding my frail body in this comfortable boy
--gently unwrapping trust--
How far comfort is from my mind
--years later--
when I unseal my first combat envelope
--letters dropping to the floor--
I snatch them up
--desperately--
Begin to read the lines
--holding my breath--
News of you pours into my eyes
--I'm so thirsty for your safety--
Reluctantly I watch
--as the words fall into place--
Frantic news of you cheating death
--or worse--
A failed attempt
--glistening angrily, mocking--
You have brought me to my knees
--many times before--
Through our tangled mess of a relationship
--I have endured many sorrows--
This time I fall to the floor
--not in love, nor in prayer--
but of the sheer inability to breath
--you've perished--
Trembling lips whisper "too late"
-- You're too late--
You have become something so lacking
--translucent--
Such a vacant avenue of memories
--unfolding every detail of our lost potential--
And for what?
--patriotism, duty, honor?--
Empty
--for what?--
I'd send this question out to you
--had I any faith, that you'd reply--
Holding my breath
--I wake up--
sputter cries of anguish
--empty--
you've become something so translucent
Now I have neglected dreams
--terrified of prophecies—
Kept myself deathly alert
--for the sake of false control—
I will check the mail everyday
--hopeful, anxious--
and open your letters
--with trembling and weak fingers--
read in your words
--faithfully—
your destiny will not fail us
--nigh--
your destiny will succeed us
--for what?--
You need not reply
--I know and believe--
It is for patriotism, duty and honor
You are a martyr
--more importantly--
You are Marine
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Re: Tin God Prophecies
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by ever1der on
Saturday, 7th October 2006 @ 12:56:43 PM AEST
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| filled with fear..it came across nicely..that fear of opening an envelope..the fear of dreamimg. good write. |
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Re: Tin God Prophecies
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by Fionndruinne on
Saturday, 7th October 2006 @ 02:16:32 PM AEST
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This is a powerful piece; many of the images are original and very strong. Filled with the nervous hope of life.
Keep it up.
Andrew |
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