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The Only One Left

The Only One Left

A Poem by Rachel Landes
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Reviews: I'm blown away. I'm waiting to see your published articles and novels in the best seller section of Barnes and Nobles under the label "sold out."/ Wow. So beautiful. So true...[a] masterpiece

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Run little girl

Run round and round, and do not walk

Begin the game you cannot win, and run to the gaming room

Win back

Your heart and soul

And singular sigh

 

Your trickling laughter and jumping juddering heartbeat

They beat for you and for you alone

But know, you are a someone

Already

You are a saint

Already

 

So hurry up, already - you know this

Now all you have to do

Is make it known

In a world of unknowns

And dead ends

Leading lost, off the trail, like breadcrumbs

 

And churning skies spitting out lies

Like rain, like snow

Like hurricanes

And chunking settings

And trees, and bricks

And aeroplanes

 

Lies like this do not stand, and you are not standing

You must end your beginnings by beginning at the end

By being someone you would call a someone

The one who you will not run from

Who you will take the time to have the time

Of your life with by living with

 

Yes, I want you to want you

To fall for yourself

For your every lie and lisp and broken laugh

And gap-toothed lyrical 

Whistle

Whispering you home

 

But you are lost and losing

Because you believe

Anything other than belief will let you win

(What is happening?)

Make it happen according to no plan

According to no feet

 

Slide and fly

And fall through the sky

But never ever touch your feet

Run and race

and root your route with your roots

Do not let them let you be anyone, apart from the one set apart

 

We all breathe

Equally broken air

We are all in the same

Water cycle, air cycle, life cycle, money cycle

Cycling nowhere

Nowhere to cycle to in a circle

 

But if you would find

What would be found

By a fan of freedom and winds and travel

And smoke away the smoke

And scream above the screams

And realize that the truth is realized

 

Enter the exit - and bring others with you

Taking them beyond the circle

Beyond the limits and limitations

Crinkling reality like crumpled paper

Like Paris leaning on a discarded script,

Like curtains falling before the show begins

 

Let beyond you become you

Or you will be twisted like a snake

And fall for things you could be standing for

And fall for someone not worth falling for

And be someone not worth being

And live a life not worth living

 

Bring what is outside the circle into the circle

To help you stir, and cling, to every anomaly

Corrected with stars, like dot-to-dots

Making money, and laughter, and children

Through being something beyond a being

And doing things beyond what can be done

 

And is it not sad

That we say no to our own adventure

(Hello?)

Do we not know, that by saying no

We are waving goodbye

To the other side

 

So find someone, feel something

Say something, say you are a someone

I just wish

We would all wish

To dream a dream

Worth dreaming

 

I only want to want

What the Circle Turner wants

But to do that

I must make you feel

Make you think

Make you you

 

Through remembering

The long-forgotten time

When there was no time for time

And time stood still and did not stand at all

And your thoughts did not make monsters

In the empty darkness

 

And instead your light shone bright

And brightened

The whisper of the wind telling you hey,

There is something for you to say

That, like rustling hay, is worth saying

Then it would all be worth it

 

Even if

It is in another tongue

If it is from another tongue

And if it is for another tongue

It would still have worth

And it would still be worth saying

 

Because if equal means the same

And opposite equals equal

Then having everything would get you no where

Because everything would equal nothing

So try to try out getting out

And fail terribly until you succeed

 

And scare yourself with your light

And know that even though you know

The end of the story

The story must be told

If only to lull you to sleep

Like long-forgotten music

 

Like a long-forgotten calling

Calling you home

To your home outside of this home

Of boxed boxes

Making you make

Reality real

 

Two true,

The lisp I lisper is you

And the pain that pains me is how painfully slow

We turn, and change, and move this cycle

(Forward)

And we are ‘back to back’wards

 

Always watching who is watching

Without believing you are being watched

Always doing what others are doing

Without doing what needs to be done

So I am done

With telling what needs to be told

 

Eventually you will have to face the fact that there are no facts

And that all you think is right is wrong

And that everything is alright in the end

But the only people who get to the end

Are the ones that know where this all began

And who remember the beginning

 

And children, and heaven, and two halves

And twisting truths without lies

And dimensions and boxes and limits and voices

And wondering who’s voice is asking you where you are

And replying in mirror as it is all a mirror

And standing back to back like when one is next to the One

 

It is as bad and as beautiful as it is in your head

And it is all in your head

Until you are an artist uncovering the twists in the tale

By chasing the tail of the snake

Back to back, back to where it sneaks out of existence

By bringing into existence things that should not exist

 

Stuff with no names and borders and boxes

Stuff that is not just stuffing

From a time where there is no time

From a place that cannot be placed

From the lead that is a dead end

And the one ending

 

Because we all die in the end,

Like at the beginning

When dust to dust was ashes to ashes

And we rose from the fire

And melded circles into boxes like bricks

Turning each one’s world into the One’s world

 

Things not adding up adds up

When you know that your globe is not really global

Let us let it let us go (and float away) to another existence

Where there is no time for time

Or place for places

And borders and boxes

 

To a world of art that needs no artists

To tell us that this is not the truth

We belong in space

We belong without our belongings

We a-ll belong together

In space, in nothingness, in the beyond

 

And smoke dissipates and lies disappoint

And buildings topple two to One

Hour 11 on the clock

We are running out of time, and oil and lies

To feed the starving children

And so brick becomes dust and fire bleeds into ashes

 

A life like nothing anyone has ever seen before

It is out of this world (is it not)

Like Moonwalking and broken records

And the shattered, 11th mirror

These are ground breaking break ups

of bubbling paperchasers tearing paper

 

Growing wet and wondering why life follows life

And entry-exit-win-lose are all two sides of one canvas

So does my nonsense make sense

Or are you now confused and do you find that confusing

When the pieces are in pieces

And we are not at peace

 

The truth is that the truth hurts, and we are all hurting

I wonder her long we will keep going round in circles

Fitting the logical into the illogical when it does not fit

Letting dumb grow dumber because smart is stupid

And going out of fashion like style

Like a dumb dumb (da dumb) wedding              

 

So try

I dare you to

Try

 

And keep spinning

Until you cannot see straight

And colour turns white

And it is white on white
And stands on its own two feet

And everything becomes one thing

 

Round and round you go

Going back to the little girl who still remembers

That you must move forward, and run with the wind

And run away from the road

Full of boxes for dreams and labels that scream

Because I do not need a broom to fly, my art will give me wings.

© 2014 Rachel Landes


Author's Note

Rachel Landes
http://rachellandes.tumblr.com
https://twitter.com/rachellandes811

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Keep spinning until you cannot see straight. Well, I was born cross-eyed (but have special glasses to correct for this now) so I can well understand. Sometimes wondering about things seems to be that much more satisfying than actually wandering into them and gaining the truth of the experience.

Life is so immensely short, the little girl becomes a young woman, perhaps in time a wife, down a darker path a widow, in happier times a grand-mama to - you know it - new girls, all running ... Spin on. :)


Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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This is one of the most inspirational pieces I've read on here, bravo!

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Rachel Landes

7 Years Ago

thank you :)
i liked you rally nice for you well writing.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I think it is you are the saint...such a miraculously inspiring poetry could only come from a saint or an angel :)

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Rachel Landes

7 Years Ago

Thanks, really life-saving to hear :)
"Round and round you go
Going back to the little girl who still remembers
That you must move forward, and run with the wind
And run away from the road
Full of boxes for dreams and labels that scream
Because I do not need a broom to fly, my art will give me wings."

Very inspiring presentation.
Yes,we need art to have wings to fly,not a broom to fly imagination.
Life is struggle not dreaming only.
Very well done,Rachel.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Keep spinning until you cannot see straight. Well, I was born cross-eyed (but have special glasses to correct for this now) so I can well understand. Sometimes wondering about things seems to be that much more satisfying than actually wandering into them and gaining the truth of the experience.

Life is so immensely short, the little girl becomes a young woman, perhaps in time a wife, down a darker path a widow, in happier times a grand-mama to - you know it - new girls, all running ... Spin on. :)


Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

That's pretty amazin' to read, yeah, it's long but powerful, yeah i knnow i've utilized my much time to read such a piece...long piece..llol, but you got me girl...
well written

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Rachel Landes

6 Years Ago

Deffo. You on Facebook, linked in, twitter, tumblr? Good vibes only X
Wórdsmíth

6 Years Ago

Lol ... yeah, Rachel.. i`ve got few one. I`ll send you one in private mail ... xoxo ;) I`m now feeli.. read more
Rachel Landes

6 Years Ago

Simply amazing ;)
And keep spinning

Until you cannot see straight

"And colour turns white
And it is white on white
And stands on its own two feet
And everything becomes one thing"

Be who you are.
You're a great poet. I like your combination of different literary devices like chiasmus, hyperbole, anaphora, etc.
Keep shining.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Rachel Landes

8 Years Ago

thank you :)

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