Song of Myself (Part 4: Love)

Song of Myself (Part 4: Love)

A Poem by Michael Thrower

This is real love.


I see a slow, simple youngster by a busy street, 
With a begging bowl in his shaking hand.
Trying to smile but hurting infinitely. Nobody notices.
I do, but walk by.

An old man gets naked and kisses a model-doll in his attic
It's half-light and he's in tears.
When he finally comes his eyes are cascading.

I see a beaten dog in a pungent alley. He tries to bite me.
All pride has left his wild drooling eyes.
I wish I had my leg to spare.
A mother visits her son, smiles to him through the bars.
She's never loved him more.

An obese girl enters an elevator with me.
All dressed up fancy, a green butterfly on her neck.
Terribly sweet perfume deafens me.
She's going to dinner… alone.
That makes her even more beautiful.

I see a model's face on a brick wall.
A statue of porcelain perfection beside a violent city kill.
A city that worships flesh.

The first thing I ever heard, was a wandering 
Man telling his story
It was you, the grass under my bare feet, 
The campfire in the dead of night, 
The heavenly black of sky and sea.

It was us, 
Roaming the rainy roads, combing the gilded beaches.
Waking up to a new gallery of wonders every morn, 
Bathing in places no-one's seen before, 
Shipwrecked on some matt-painted island, 
Clad in nothing but the surf - beauty's finest robe.

Beyond all mortality we are, swinging in the breath of nature, 
In early air of the dawn of life, 
A sight to silence the heavens.

I want to travel where life travels, 
Following it's permanent lead.
Where the air tastes like snow music, 
Where grass smells like fresh-born Eden, 
I would pass no man, no stranger, no tragedy or rapture, 
I would bathe in a world of sensation, 
Love, goodness and simplicity.

(While violated and imprisoned by technology)

The thought of my family's graves was the only moment 
I used to experience true love 
That love remains infinite, 
As I'll never be the man my father is.

How can you "just be yourself"
When you don't know who you are?
Stop saying "I know how you feel"
How could anyone know how another feels?

Who am I to judge a priest, beggar, 
W***e, politician, wrongdoer?
I am, you are, all of them already.

Dear child, stop working, go play
Forget every rule
There's no fear in a dream! 

"Is there a village inside this snowflake?"
- a child asked me.
"What's the colour of our lullaby?"

I've never been so close to truth as then, 
I touched it's silver lining! 

Death is the winner in any war, 
Nothing noble in dying for your religion, 
For your country, 
For ideology, for faith, 
For another man. Yes! 

Paper is dead without words, 
Ink idle without a poem, 
All the world dead without stories.

Without love and disarming beauty.

Careless, realism costs souls.

Ever seen the Lord smile?
All the care for the world made Beautiful a sad man?
Why do we still carry a device of torture around our necks?
Oh, how rotten your pre-apocalypse is, 
All you bible-black fools living over nightmare ground.

I see all those empty cradles and wonder
If man will never change.

I, too, wish to be a decent manboy, but all I am
Is smoke and mirrors.
Still given everything, may I be deserving.

And there forever remains that change from G to E minor.

© 2012 Michael Thrower

Author's Note

Michael Thrower
Song of Myself, Part 4: Love by Nightwish.

Colored parts are where different people speak. Hope that doesn't trip many of you up D:

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This is amazing!

Posted 10 Years Ago

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I love this, Micheal. Whitman is definitely my all time favorite poet, and this is a beautiful dedication. Great job,dude.

Posted 10 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Michael, you should be on broadways. center stage or back stage. you should be there acting or writing plays. i think you're good at that. don't you think?

Posted 10 Years Ago

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Michael Thrower

10 Years Ago

Well thank you! :) I think I'd enjoy writing them, but I'm shy as hell when it comes to acting etc.
Ana Soo

10 Years Ago

being shy won't take you anywhere. i think you should give it a try.
Michael Thrower

10 Years Ago

I will :D Thank you again! :)
'I've never been so close to truth as then,
I touched it's silver lining!'

i thought this just got better and better, very honest with some great lines and a lot of poetry. fantastic.

Posted 10 Years Ago

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amazing :D

Posted 10 Years Ago

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I love this!!! :D

Posted 10 Years Ago

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This was a absolutly amazing poem I loved it,.

Posted 10 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

:D love this, minus all of the colored text. Nice tribute to Walt Whitman (one of my ultimate favorites!) Glad to have read this.

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10 Years Ago

ah yes lol that would have been helpful
Michael Thrower

10 Years Ago

Haha edited :D Thank you again for reviewing :)

10 Years Ago

np, thanks for sharing

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Added on November 1, 2012
Last Updated on November 1, 2012
Tags: fantasy, horror, adventure, tranquility, romance, peace, happiness, despair, sadness, dark, light, lonely, mysterious, beauty, love


Michael Thrower
Michael Thrower

Azeroth, GA

22 years old and a student at a community college. For now. I love reading and writing fantasy and fiction. I'm hoping that by using this site, I'll learn to become a better author and reader. If you .. more..


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