Open Eyes

Open Eyes

A Poem by Perdition

But for the ends, mending into your last summation ,

into the sorrows following your lost strands, bearing free

this treason by our hand

and you hear it…

the clock, setting its own tribunal

your bedside unmade, borrowed from a lifetime unkempt 

from slow worlds turning no one,



barren death where

each sin cut into sin is unplenished,

every moment floats us by

yet here we are tending to the stocks,

fasting beyond the hour

a sour unnourished meal, blemished and untouched

joined from the green pastures and cowering stock made up to life,

coined in our fellow drunken passerby's ,

content to just remain the same jaundiced soul 

poured to never try the world again, to never pass our

hours or to be such a fool as to be set free.

calling out into the shackles tailored for every one

a taste of wine as the world forgets

a simple pill for the summer lies

the small drips she drinks that mimic life,

melting into our fading faces made to feel like the good handled earth.

© 2019 Perdition

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Once again a ,beautiful piece of poetry and prose, you have a unique way with language and I love the imagery you convey

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 Year Ago

Just a matter of pounding my head for hours against a brick wall- haha...thanks again "gram" for you.. read more
I love this line: "or to be such a fool as to be set free" . . . for me, this line set the tone for your entire poem . . . I re-read it with this central theme in mind & that's how I interpreted much of what you're showing here. How many people dwindle into a tiny handful of stale reassuring habits, rather than to reach out & explore & try new ways of being. Too many are afraid to appear foolish & the hateful throngs are ever-ready to convince them that being foolish is intolerable (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 Year Ago

I like that one too..and I have never been accused of one who is afraid of appearing foolish..that m.. read more
Maybe that is why I cannot stand the slow movement of time. It’s not the impertinent sorrow, but the death of the moment.

Maybe it’s all the bear dancing. I hear that’s a good cure for time thievery.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 Year Ago

OH NO WAY!! MISSY!!! Welcome, as a humble elder to the cafe...look around but don't touch the .. read more

1 Year Ago

Yeah..that was suppose to read "as a humble elder, welcome to the cafe"...some things never change.... read more

1 Year Ago

... didn’t read that though did it.

Oh humble great one, I am but a mere mortal. <.. read more
Too melancholy for me to fuss and fidget about today...Ill smooth out my eyebrows and take a limp through the sun:)

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 Year Ago

I was just outside talking with the maples and oaks when they barked at me to come back in and make .. read more

1 Year Ago

"so thank you so much for *your honesty"..MAN I hate that when it happens!!
Gypsy Warrior Queen

1 Year Ago

Im glad to hear it Joseph cause honesty is what your getting even when you no longer wanna hear it. .. read more

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Added on June 4, 2019
Last Updated on June 4, 2019



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