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It's 2:30A.M. so I apologize for anything in advance.

 

Time is lost

I try to breath

Try to think

And to perceive

My senseless thought

My wild dream

Self is lost

Soul set free

 

Ragged cloths

And greasy hair

The tollman asked

A costly fair

For me to pass

From day to day

I lost my mind

Along the way

 

Like the son

That flew too high

Every dream

Will one day die

But salvation

Can be found by all

When broken horns

Let out their call

Posted

Im am glad to see that the Pen still has great writers posting. Not that there wouldnt be any left.......um better shut up now...lol great job. Scrathes back of head and walks away.

Posted

Excellent!!!

 

To begin with...and better as it continues. I am a big fan of Mythology and I loved your subtle reference to Icarus and how he flew so high that the wax on his wings melted! I was then wondering if the "broken horns" refernce was regarding Theseaus when he fought the minotaur. Probably me just wanting to see more mythology in there :P

 

I was also wondering if "the tollman" is actually an obscure reference to Charon - the ferryman in Greek mythology that ferried people across the river styx so they could enter the underworld of Hades?

 

Ugh - maybe I'm seeing so much there that wasn't meant, but I think it was cause the refernces are subtle but fitting. Please tell me!!! Hehehe.

 

If I read it that many times that I came to combing through it - then you know I liked it! :woot:

 

:wolf:

Posted

Parmenion,

The Icarus allusion is the most obvious. The "tollman" reffers both to Charon and the toll to enter the abbys, as well as the prices one must pay throught their life.

Posted

I added a stanza between the second and the third, and edited a few things. I'm also working on some guitar gords for it. We'll see.

 

Time is lost

I try to breath

Try to think

And to perceive

My senseless thought

My wild dream

Self is lost

Soul set free

 

With Ragged cloths

And greasy hair

The tollman asked

A costly fair

For me to pass

From day to day

I lost my soul

Along the way

 

Phantom pains

In my mind

I see but

I'm still blind

They say life's

One big game

Turns out I'm

Locked in chains

 

Like the son

That flew too high

Every dream

Will one day die

But hope will

Be found by all

When broken horns

Let out their call

Posted

Initally it was the title that attracted me to this poem, and I wasn't disappointed. Il iked the structure--I've got a weakness for choppy fragments of poetry. And the rhyme scheme really made it flow.

 

I only caught onto the Icarus allusion, but I'm still curious about the borken horns bit. It reminds too much of Boromir in Fellowship of the Ring, though that's probably not what you're refering to.

 

I noticed you're trying to make this a song and I totally support that. I can see it being sung. I'm not sure the addition of a stanza was necessary, but it certainly doens't take anything away from this piece.

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