Faces All Too Familiar

Faces All Too Familiar

A Poem by Perdition

Darkness inclines with a face

All too familiar...

As two we grieve as one in

Hiding

Surface below surface

Addendums to our seasons

Faced and directed to some Thing past ourselves

Fresh as  poison,

Burrowing on the surface of  healthy skin

Like air we climb

Like raven we are elements 

Hovering to the midday war-

Like elements we surface only

to ammend our songs

Long in shadow

Silent as pure 

We walk centuries 

One hand imprisoned to another

Our eyes drink the earth

Our ears dawdle over a rarity that we crave

A boulder beneath the wind

A mask to this 

delusion of clarity

A moment made from the hearth of madness

Without effect 

Without reason

I see us as we are

Deeply designed,

Full and in the joy of misery,

Forgetting our

Salted confessions,

Each slips away to their every loss

To their every word gently misplaced

Every shield walled and erected while time grazes 

on prayers beneath the sea-

Faces -

All too many we become that flee far to far from chapters of the weed,  

More than the rages of hope,

More than our 

minds we turn to the mire

Where we wish as faces to be

But Here 

Here there is light still to embark

Wheels and grain to praise

Sails that bulge like old fatted kings

Walking side the sides over wind and sea

The lost art of day just as wickedly bound

Here, is where we wait

Where there is joy in disease to forgive 

Asleep,

Rich dreams erecting our mental cages

Floating notions as we are


Netted fish

Ignited with the lap of Dharma

As if to say,

"All of this redeems through death"

My mind smothers in the cold pipe of Nietzsche, repeating my skeletal wish, 

"That All is All that is left of my sentence...."


Though all too many faces reveal

Night over night 

A winter soon approaches.


© 2017 Perdition



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Really engaging poetry I really liked this

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Perdition

3 Weeks Ago

Thanks and with "pen in hand" I appreciate always the visits from inspiring poets.
Doddle? Maybe dawdle

Lovely to read you. Cheers!

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Perdition

1 Month Ago

hahaha...yeah..some days I just lose those lessons over expressions. Stumbling and dawdling back to .. read more

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Added on November 25, 2017
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Perdition
Perdition

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