June 19, 2013

Them.

What is I, but a reflection of thy
Shatter me not with your delusions
Find in us a shimmer of hope
And let us cling to that
With forceful passion.

There are false winds that deny
Drowning us in a cacophony of rebuke
Corruptive fires that reduce
The pantheons built in our time
To rubble and half-dreamt memories.

But in this gentle and sinister void
Can we hope to find
That which will uplift us
The burst of a star
Into a billion discourses
All at once
In unbridled glory

And in these moments
Of pure, unadulterated joy
We cleanse, absolve ourselves
In the birth of a new generation
Free of cynicism and narrow visions.

You there - before the now disappears
Recognize the confusion,
The pain we cause
And just stop.
Nothing - not a word
Till we learn how.

Begin anew.
No more as you and me.
But as them.
Let them live and etch a new tale everyday
Who are we, but reflections of them.

4 comments:

  1. Arjay Phoenician bids you well, old friend. Your poem is now part of a mythical library in an imaginary university in the pseudo-world of eRepublik.

    http://eireland-university.freeforums.net/thread/24/library-progress

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  2. I cannot believe its almost become a yearly affair, but maybe the revamp was good, it will do good. Post the scribbles, and as for this one...who am I to say, just a reflection of all that was, is, will be...reminds me of Zilch and Zany, the wordpress site which went defunct. Cheers!

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    1. Heh AB, incidentally Zilch and Zany is nearing completion - will be posting an excerpt shortly. Made quite a bit of progress on some other works as well. So should be able to put up stuff here more frequently, I hope. ;)

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