Memories Chained (Within the Darkness A Legion Waits)

As far as I can comprehend this madness, it is about the loss of our humanity (mainly through these contraptions which causes our alienation from one another).

Memories Chained

(Within the Darkness A Legion Waits)

　

Enraptured by self-pity and prozac,

Life's poetry and prose became subjugated.

Compassion soured with corruption,

As indulgence was championed - advocated.

 

We became mired

Between and beneath

The past and the future.

The distance 'tween the two

Burdened our perception

Of the here and now.

We could not glimpse

Our humanity

As it succumbed,

A victim of our dying piety,

Hidden within pixels

And plastics

That were hailed

As our saviour,

That which would connect and bring closer,

But,

As the horror of reality reached its closure,

Separated and divided

Not only from those moments physical

But emotional as well as that deemed spiritual.

In effect,

We became the doppelganger

Of what we once sought to be.

An image translucent,

Seen soulless

Staring back from an electric glow

Eclectically reaching

For cohesion

But only finding futility

In our lack of ability

For adhesion.

 

How our words failed

And wisdom faltered

When what we stood for

Stumbled,

Crumbled

Into catechisms

Alienated by contempt,

Conformity and convenience.

 

Within those shadows

Betwixt the dream we shared

And the nightmare we now live

Dwell the souls lost,

Left behind,

An intangible mass

Behind the glass

Struggling for composure,

For palpability.

Bound by our culpability,

Within the darkness,

A legion waits.

 

Littered about our necks,

Memories chained.

A rosary caressed,

Worn with disdain.

 

Legion

23JAN10

Author's Note

This just came pouring out. I haven't written anything in awhile and this suddenly hit me. Not really sure I care for it except the last stanza. May tear it apart and use that in something else later. Haven't checked for spelling errors either. If you find any, please let me know.

Reviews

[Adrian K. Smith]

I'm not quite sure why you would not care for it. It speaks the truth that many see and the truth many refuse to see. Within the flow of these words, one can hear the mourning rhythm of an ode offered to humanity. It has the epic ring of the day to day apocalypse that we live through in each moment. Some are shielded from this view, and muddle on through life like sheep - blissfully unaware that the dreams they chase are but pale reflections of the dream they imagine. A solemn melancholy is the unjust reward for those that would see through the facade in the hopes of setting others free so that we seek what we once sought instead of this pale shambles of the dream. There is truth here, but it is a truth many refuse to see as they drink deep of delusion and denial. We still have the chance to make the actual dream a reality, but first we must release ourselves from this tainted nightmare to which we cling.

[SM Davis]

How our words failed
And wisdom faltered
When what we stood for
Stumbled,
Crumbled
Into catechisms
Alienated by contempt,
Conformity and convenience.

I don't have any words tonight that can describe what this has touched in me. I will just have to leave it with a quiet nod and reverence for the gift it leaves.

[Bud]

You had a lot to say in a relatively short space. Sometimes, we go out in life with nothing much on our minds, but suddenly get hit with a dose of reality... life isn't pretty. Nature holds the last title of pretty, and that is only within certain confines of scenic views. Humanity is the furthest thing from honest beauty. So much can be said here that we may not even have enough future left to discuss...
You have brought up much to ponder on. Many provoking thoughts. All is worthy and worthwhile to consider. Thank you for sharing such an important piece.

[Sean Eddingfield]

Great read... I felt like a kid finding easter eggs. You a truly a great poet. Rock on dude.

[Seriana]

Wow!!! This is jam-packed with all sorts of goodies, I hardly know where to start. I loved it! Every word, Legion. It was so well-balanced with your word choices. It just kept rolling and rolling, an eyeful for sure. So true everything you said as well. I love these deep-thought kinda pieces. We need more of them. Great job! And thanks for sharing the message.

[Angelheaded Hipster]

I am rendered a bit speechless on this piece. It seems...so lonely. It appears on the surface, to me, as a write for the prozac nation, for the lonely ones on the planet, and it gives me a sense that theres an undercurrent of life flowing through it, pushing it through.

Its layered, its a personal write, and purging of the mind, soul, or heart is hard to write. I dont think it needs to be tore up. I think it needs to be left as is.

[Chaos Stone]

great write, enjoyed it
thought it was very intelligent
wrought with lyrical metaphor
especially that last verse
'Littered about our necks,
Memories chained.
A rosary caressed,
Worn with disdain.'
but i think you should say 'dwelt the lost souls'
just a thought
keep on writing

[Rick Puetter]

Dear Legion,

You do not want to tear this one up. There are a few minor rough spots (you'll find them), but...The conception of the piece is truly remarkable. The message is phenomenal. In my opinion this is one of your very best pieces. Perhaps this is because this is an outpouring and you have sufficient craft to formulate a coherent poem even when emotion is bursting through the flood gates.

Quite an impressive piece. Don't gut it. Cherish it and make it even better. A few rewrites and this will be one of the best efforts I have seen on WC. It's already going to get from me extremely high marks.

This was greatly enjoyed. You had me riveted.

Best regards,

Rick

[Spit_and_Prayers]

It was quite a romp that's for sure. I just read lyrics for a heavy metal song, so I was kinda inventing a melody for it as I went along. There's a lot of great ideas and struggle woven through the poem, and a scattering of really good imagery. With a bit more concreteness (more imagery), this will be a quite awesome, post-apocalyptic/Romantic era poem. Romantic as in the poetic movement being anti-technology. You should read my recent edit of The Enlightened Mind, it fits with your poem quite nicely.

[Kena Dawn Augustine]

wow. isn't it great when it comes pouring out? that's what makes the best poetry. out of inspiration, like a fine wine the reader drinks. I was def in awe of this poem. one of the best i reviewed today. nice words, nice flow, and has a depth to it, that I delve into. lol. good job.

[Sean M. Addams]

a very interesting and well expressed piece...i thought that the last stanza summoned it up nicely...overall great job on this!!