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

[lightsong]

I can imagine You sitting alone, go wandering with Your mind through life, through love and the universe to write these words, haunted by memories, by love that is gone but still lingers, thinking of these many things that somehow seem unable to change, how and why?! as I was reading Your words I didn't expect Your last verse, and have to say my friend it's the great one one! revealing behind the curtains deep wisdom, how in pain You rise, how what it will always matter is the now, and the essence within You, no matter how the world around You goes or changes.

[Perdition]

"Haunted' now that seems to be the perfect way to describe what love's experience has been for me. There are not many, not many indeed who understand that when you give, you give all or nothing and there is simply no other way to let love reach and unveil you. It is very hard to be "keepers of the invisible" and to be wanting the tangible of love because we are poets and experience and express and see on such a different level that is not easily meant for most. By the way I don't usually discuss the content but in this poem I think you are very intuitive (spot on) because there is a lover's mystery here that even I can learnand grow from. If it can be broken then break it, otherwise what have you got? Walk with everything you have and expect nothing in return except the same. It does make great partners and friends that we just cannot seem to keep our hands off which seems to be the ultimate gift in life and love. Course it has been a lot of fun searching...lol. I'm just kidding. Thank you once more Light and when I return from my family of visitors I am looking forward to nothing shy than diving into your wonderful poems.Till then you are truly a wise soul and I am grateful to have come to know you. Till that time comes take care, your friend and fellow poet: Perdition~

[lightsong]

when You are a "giver" by nature, and there comes Your Love, there is nothing of You, from You that You try not to give, it's just how You are, Your reality, be nothing but proud of Yourself my friend, no more greater thing than to give Love (and Love has endless shapes) with the countless ways it can be, expect nothing from no one, all but will richen Your inners.

I've heard before that I'm intuitive, maybe I am :) I only write what I feel while reading something, it's an honor to have Your trust sharing with me what You've, also a pleasure to share thoughts with You.

You know You are more than welcome to "dive" anytime You feel like, until then say hello to Your family's visitors and enjoy the times there ~

now maybe my friend and fellow Poet, maybe it's the time to change Your "Perdition~" into "Paradise~" :)

[Perdition]

Hahaha...well I've sorta explained this as often as I can so people do not think I am an evil sort and most poets understand right off and I am think you will as well. Writing is Hell! No other way to say it. You are never fully satisfied with your work and your only reward is to do it over all over again with another poem, every day facing that blank page or what I refer to as that "great white ocean", simply said, " it is a beast" and that is how I remind myself that I must continue to be diligent with my passion for poetry. Just by using that name. Many have come to love it and othesr never get it, but not my audience obviously...lol. But perhaps the time will come. Whitman gave us his "Leaves of Grass" and even on his Death bed he was still not satisfied.They call it the DeathBed Edition published in 1892. He must of edited that book at least a hundred times and still not satisfied. Started with 12 poems and finished when he died at 400 poems....yep. I think he got the notion of poetry as a form of Perdition :)

[lightsong]

mmm... when You say all of this my friend, of course I understand and surely no one has the right to judge You, I never thought of You as an evil in anyway, I was just thinking of a more positive name, but what matters the most IF You love and feel Your name, and it seems You do ;)

should I call You Perdition? maybe Phill? Jack?!.. lol

[Perdition]

Hey you...Perdition is fine Smiles!

[lightsong]

Okay! Mr. Perdition :)

[Perdition]

Well, now I don't know about the "Mr" aspect of that..lol :)

[lightsong]

Smile* 😆!

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

beautiful my sort of poem that i enjoy reading the word that you repeated was wonderfully written, just enough
i like this a lot

[Perdition]

I repeated a word?..must be losing it..lol. Thank you very much for stopping by to read and review. I like the name..says it all doesn't it. Smiles~

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

no i wasnt picking on your piece just saying i enjoyed the repetitive word that you used "whateverl"quote i think that was wonderful
hope you understand now

[Perdition]

lol...In all honesty I did get it before..just kinda of a silly poet at times cause it helps the writing..sorry and completely appreciate your kind words and your stopping. Thank you so much!

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

im always silly lol

[LazerRays]

What a poem! I love this *raven on shoulder caws in agreement*
it gentle but has an eerie factor to it. Monotonous and bitter with a hint of mocking. Much like how a serial killer would talk to his victim. Amused in a dark way. It was also light and a bit happy too. Idk why...

[Perdition]

Laughing..well. Happy Raven ...Happy Poet. Never thought of it in that manner and yet at three am it is a a reasonable and substantial part of where the psyche/mind often goes...I'll have to write some poems with that in mind and see how or where it goes.. Glad ya liked and thank you for the invite!

[LazerRays]

No problem! I like your quote btw :) "happy raven happy poet" you should put that in my comment section so I can have it forever :D

[Simba]

I read this as though there is someone seeking something desperate for answers....I may be wrong, I love the mystery.

[Perdition]

No reader is ever wrong, let alone a writer as well. Glad you stopped by and shared the comment. I'll have to consider the mystery course I am several poems on and you know how that goes..lol. Thanks simba!

[luna rose]

Always in the in-between, here and there. Majestic, painful, and wondrous. What will the fruit of The Moment sow? This space of mighty pause is profound.

I adore your words.

[Perdition]

Now where else would you have me pause but in the in-between? Just hope it sows thoughts as profounds as your own. You are very kind to place your inspiration and review . Thank you!

[Hsnx]

its very good .Obsessing the obsession
Only now
What is out there
Is within.is very nice just loved it.he one out there is within
just repeating again and again.

[Perdition]

Thank you so much for your input. So vey insightful!

[Crowley]

Wonderful pace and tone, and that first line is really killer. I feel stupid for saying this but as I was reading it kept popping into my head that this was about a vagina...lol and not just because of the ovary part. With all the little words spread throughout, it just kept coming to me. Maybe I'm just pathetic. Great writing and sorry for that, sometimes my mouth and mind have no filter.

[Perdition]

Hahaha...Finally someone hits the mark..lol. Just kidding but I can see where you'd get that and no worries ..glad you enjoyed it and put a whole other twist on it. Strange coincidence as a friend just suggested I read Crowley's first book and it's actually very well written. Glad you enjoyed it. Thanks!

[Onlyme]

Like breathing. You saviour each and all. Inhale and exhale. The bitter the sweetness of the world as well. The humdrum of life and humanity and oneself. Fill each moment of this time spent on earth. Beautiful absorbing poetic flow to your deep thoughts and word.

[Perdition]

Thank you Dee..absorbing this world like a street lamp absorbs the night around it, catching me along my journey to an old friend's home is how I like to feel and breathe and see each day. Never humdrum so long as we have our imaginations. You are always invited and just another block or two before the warm familiar faces and smell of freshly baked bread abounds...just waiting with a glass of wine poured and sits untouched awaiting my return. Can't wait to read your poetry as well. Yep, a wonderful journey indeed!

[Onlyme]

My dear friend, wise beyond your years. And poetically prolific as well in seeing life as it really is.

[Perdition]

Words that will hold a place in my heart..Thanks!

[Courtney Hough]

I don't even know what to say about this. I just simply love it.

[Perdition]

Well I think you did just find something and "thank you" so much for your kind review :) Looking forward to reading your poetry tonight.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

SO.... Is it YOU? The out there, within?

[Perdition]

OR is it her? That is out there, within ?

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I wonder who is without.....

[Perdition]

In the end we all are but yes..I do as well.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

still such a scary thought out there within..even when the eyes feel new.

[Perdition]

But some of the deepest and greatest things are also out there within but yeah not this one. Sorry! Thank you for the visit again Queenie.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

My OCD definitely kicked in this week and here you are kicking me in the butt about it on Friday :) thanks for the hollering whispers ...peace pipe out...

[Perdition]

Yep, that definitely sounds a bit like me..lol. Peace pipe out as well and hope that OCD lets go of you. Feel better.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

excuse me sir...but I think that is my toast with jam...you ve left me with your cream cheese bagel..but you see sir...Im lactose intolerant.....