Never Ending

Whatever claims your fate or head or sinful notion

Fluttering in from space or some other plastic temple

Whatever breaks that midnight stare

Trailing in dispersant shadows,

The face of it hanging on the wall

Sways a crooked hat that runs to some cherry crypt ‘morn

Whatever blushing star,

Fragrant sound, or distant hush

Spell binds your reason

Like an untouched ovary against the galaxy

Whatever was will never fade

Inviting a seed of perception, a pain, a want

To walk

Along all that has deserted

Whatever slit this world into two and yours within

Be it shackled or winged

Spoke its wounds into your ear

And aged like sweet knowing mountain air

Relieving the story from its weight

Obsessing the obsession

Only now

What is out there

Is within

Author's Note

Reviews

[Kaylor Mason]

The imagery is quite stunning. Wonderful

[Perdition]

Thank you Kaylor. Appreciate the kind words~

[Patricia]

Ok that’s it I’m putting my pen down forever! Wow! What a beautiful write and then I read it out loud and cried, seriously cried! Oh right, nice to meet ya😁

[Perdition]

hahaha...Please don't put your pen down. Better days are sure to come. The sun will..you know what, actually, yeah, probably not..just walk away..lol. Oh come on Patricia..we poets must prevail at all costs...and tears? WOW! Impressive and very kind of. you to share. Thank you for the wonderful review, Oh right..a pleasure to meet you as well. Seriously ..just walk away..lol. Don't you dare!! The world needs your poetry. Trust me~

[poetgurl]

Whatever slit this world into two and yours within
Be it shackled or winged

Wow, very well written. This intrigued me and well pulled me in. Love these lines here,
shackled by what though? left me wondering is it hope or winged to fly away.
Awesome write...

[Perdition]

Thanks, Ang-X. The experience of being is so varied and clouded, we feed our hopes into action and then we fly away, but to where?..that which is without is within and that which is within becomes without. When life is our experience we learn this world with balance. Born and split with every step making our conscious illusion, shackled by nothing and all things..whatever speaks our truth and creates the world around I suppose. Perhaps one scar at a time...perhaps the soul transcendent and perhaps both if we are lucky.

[Mark]

What a gripping write! The best of us know how to surf that fine line between the Personal and the Universal. This poem is a great example of tying the two together.

[Perdition]

Thank you, kind sir. It is a "fine line" indeed" and one that comes so unexpectedly as one that is held within.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we walk along with inspiration...and leave a path of words for others to follow.
I just love this piece.

painful steps produce less painful words once expressed.
j.

[Perdition]

Thanks, J
"Loose Pants Productions"...Love that title..lol~

[Andrew Nelson Stewart]

Insomnia soaked in impassioned fate talking with your night owl visions and trying to accept the fate given. I got different meanings but especially love the last stanza feels a powerful punch to your eyes of relation like whatever is within is an ongoing war to pry between pain and love.

[Ana Papaya]

You've crafted such a beauty of a poem with some magnificent word combinations, phrases and ideas. So creative.

[Perdition]

We do get lucky every now and then don't we
..lol. Thanl you fo the king words and for reading~

[Ana Papaya]

Welcome :)

[Relic]

I would love to be able to write like this someday. You've even got a Ana Vidovic video. ha

Excellent writing.

[Perdition]

Thank you Relic...Still wondering why I used Ana with this but there it is..lol. Smiles!~

[James Paranormal]

Wow, so aware, so well-crafted. What is out there is within, the universe.

[Perdition]

Just saw this so apologies on the delay but thank you for your kind words.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Perdition... you speak a language similar to our world... but from a galaxy far away .. to share insight gathered from your Stars to our Stars. Aged like sweet knowing mountain Air... I believe. gently, Pat

[Perdition]

So much wonderful response to this one and yours just as lovely. Thank you for your kind words and for stopping by to read this favorite of mine as well. Let's hope that galaxy isn't too, too far away.. smiles~