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As developed in the Draft room...

 

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Late December.

 

Passing the time, with wondering mind

Wrapped in darkness shivering

Rhythms play in my head

 

Walking in this rainy night…

Clearest in the numbing cold,

I feel safe.

 

Worlds from my past

Flow chaotic, on a tune…

Quietly hummed, the process resumes:

 

 

So steal a beat, add repeat

Meld a theme, to think in stream...

Remind your mind to lose some time

And coat yourself in nature's rhyme

 

To selfishly star in your self-styled stories,

And dwell in past with love you’d forgotten

Open the wounds that once you did cover

Open them up, to help you recover

 

So kindle the fire to slight you regrets...

Make silly the story, half-hidden, you fret

You’re always so lovely, though rarely so kind

It’s not what you bury, but what’s in your mind

 

Pain's a jester, So sweet is her nectar

In darkness, lovers did sigh

But when you remember, that cold cold December

In darkness, lovers will cry

 

 

So spin, spun a song for myself,

Selfishly crying then laughing

It's too bad I feel nothing.

I feel nothing at all.

 

Tired the numbness, though it must love us

Anything’s better, than nothing at all

Standing numb to shiver

Would be better to quiver

Isn't this silly, makes no sense at all

 

Let the cold rain of night, freeze my heart warm.

And muffle my mind, to let loose the storm

And chain it to rhythm, to set ups the streams

To quiet the demons, and silence the screams:

 

Of Rage and of Worry,

Of Fear and Regret

The Tragic, the Bitten

The Burned and the Set

 

Upon which I list and I wax in my rage…

Let the cold rain of night-

Make me shudder contained

To mirror my shiver and cover the pain.

 

And if all was made clever, and all was made terse

Then roll back the black torrent in a spate of rhymed verse

If your rhythm’s not platinum, but you flow just the same

Search more then the phrases; sung true they will tame…

 

As I keep walking, words of rhyme fill mind

For a time, I find peace--an emotional release

 

But sweeter’s the feeling

Where void stood before…

It only seems tragic if too often ignored…

 

The reasons for meanings

The fear before rage

The hum before singing

The feelings left saved

 

Catching chaos now fleeing

At the door we must part…

It’s was only me walking, to unbury my heart…

 

 

revery

the dreamlost

Posted

*Hears ELO's Concerto for a rainy day in the background*

 

Standin' in the rain

can't seem to get out...

 

Through the cold dark waiting days

I see you standing there...

 

I see it all so clear

the tenderness

the silent tears

 

Up there in the stormy sky

the big wheels

keep on turnin'

 

The cool moist sting of lime on the breeze, the dark concrete, and the light spray falling from the night sky are all that answers back Thanks for sharing that moment Rev.

~Zool~

 

Ancient, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword.

 

Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards.

 

Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.

Posted

why thankyou... It was a hard poem to tame really, but it got better as the months went by... plus the draft room helped me reorganize my thoughts...

 

oh btw who's elo?

 

 

revery

the dreamlost...

Posted

You young whipper snapper. Electric Light Orchestra.

 

;p

~Zool~

 

Ancient, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword.

 

Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards.

 

Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.

Edited by: Zool47  at: 6/11/02 6:35:51 am

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