e n d

e n d

A Poem by Tim Lion

no egress

from this blackwater moment

 

the ends is here

the end is fear

 

a mountainous hole yawns

where an ocean of faith once lived

&

died

 

died

like everything

does

eventually

 

a man clutches his chest, collapses

a star explodes, implodes, falls asleep

a planet is eaten by the sun that feeds it

a god realizes s/he is the dopeful hope of a dead people

a sweet dream wakes to nightmare reality

a night falls and falls

forever

 

something mortal invented the word “immortal”

something temporary invented the word “infinite”

 

I don’t understand the weight

under which I stand

 

there’s a universe dissolving

on my tiny tongue

 

heaven and hell

are the cracks in my calloused palm

 

and, as I write these gospel lies,

my head is naked,

bleeding out in a hotel bathtub

downtown

 

to weep

perchance

to scream

 

the end is here

the end is fear

the end is

© 2011 Tim Lion


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Started off disliking this piece - not your usual style, maybe that was why. But, it's cool - very metaphysical and my goodness those 'gospel lies' you were feeding in there:

'something mortal invented the word “immortal”

something temporary invented the word “infinite”

...something excruciatingly cynical about these thoughts - as though one of deep religion begins to doubt and turns to philosophical formations. True none the less?

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the beginning ;) Excellent write.. I love your work because it takes me on an emotional...spiritual ride... Your words run deep..x

Posted 12 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

gospel indeed. pure epiphany insight. Just remember, it's all in the invention. Good stuff.

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Tim Lion
Tim Lion

Lake Worth, FL



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Sometimes, when the moon presses her naked chest to my window, and my wife is carving the value from trash scraps, I feel like I may never be able to outshine my finite timeline. And the worst part is.. more..

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oh sorry, oh sorry,

A Poem by Tim Lion



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