Empty minds and fading Hearts

It feels like a thousand years have passed
As they reach out to each other with rotten tears,
Clinging to the thin curtain of eternity

They bend their hearts in woe

Candles flicker in the hot, moon light

as it dances on the walls
They crack and crumble,

Worn with years of pain and regret
Hollow eyed, they mumble,

trying to caress some kind of intimate
acknowledgement

Hands flow down hallways and across supper tables,

flicking the
light switch and

ashing the last cigarette
Pale bodies, withered and crooked,

never breaking the cycle
of sleepless rest

Now they fade, with ticking clocks and blurred voices

on the television screen
Reassuring them that some where...

 

people are still breathing.

And there are days
When the Sun rises and they inhale the brilliance
Opening their eyes wide and soaking in the illumination of

Life and Majesty

The smoke clears and their film covered iris's brighten

Capturing
the glory of a thousand sun rises and sets,

A billion stars...

 

They gaze in empty head.ed remorse

Had they never felt the beauty and awe of their own
Insignificant Existence?

They sigh, In heavy hearted acceptance, That the cruel and hideous
might have been worth the incomprehensible

Author's Note

now i feel as though their are too many "they"s and "their"s...

Reviews

[Miss Coral]

This was a slow read for me.. I'm generally a fast reader, and zip through things while still able to catch everything, but this- this made me slow down and consider every word. It was weighty.. it was big and it was slow, but it was gentle at the same time. The imagery was described softly, but conveyed a great deal of thought, and brought emotions with it very well.. the phrasing was beautiful, and the pace, while different, was very well suited to this.

Excellent job.

-Coral-

[sushi]

Great work...

[loowzerX]

i just love this. it's too good.

[Sports Girl]

Good job

[Bard Constantine]

This was obviously reaching deep... I see reflections that go beyond mere feelings, but the lonely soul with the audacity to question the cosmos. This is epic...

[Pax Analog]

"Rotten tears" -- jarring!

Well. It seems like a synopsis of human history, Zombieland edition.

I read this as human mortality unredeemed by real transcendent intuition. It is all collapsed souffle zombie ugliness on its own paltry terms. Quite a bit of this continues today on the unblinking dead zone airwaves, like a "Glenn Beck" spew about "God" leading some "rally" of the screamingly living dead.

Your tone poem is more than some slippage of the formerly fab. It's the "rotten tears" of the endemically un-sane "norm." It's in the spirit of James Joyce's "History is a nightmare from which I'm trying to awaken."

Apparently, Buddha did awaken from this meatsphere nightmare, by virtue of becoming the radically simple effin' sky. A transcendent irony of emptiness. Buddhic emptiness is full. Zombie emptiness is depravity of the unsexy kind.

So. Wake up and drop dead. Like the mystics. Not like burnt meat. S-P-A-C-E. The Kosmic flame abides eternally indifferent to noxious nonsense.

Good meat puppet rendering. That's my two cents.

[the-One-with-the-Darkne..]

No. Not to many I really enjoyed this piece.

[Poetic Shambles]

I like the way you write, it's a little ambiguous at times, but at the same time makes complete sense, it's rather dandy as they say in Edwardian England.

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

This was really deep. I felt like I was walking a tightrope that connected
two hearts. The imagery was nice.

[Crusaderscross]

I would categorize this poem as being heavy, but in a good way. There is so much going on here it is quite impressive how you bring everything together. Loved it a lot. Like your writing.

[Norma M Sutton]

Interesting.