The Faces of Fate

The Faces of Fate

A Poem by Mr. Lopez

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Here I am once again in my pot of prolong

When the east meets the west

And they clash inside my chest

I listen to a new station that plays the same song

I ask him aloud

“God, is this all a test?”

If the north meets the south

And finds no breath inside my mouth

Please make sure that they know

That I tried my very best

In the forest through the trees

 For me waits a stone

Where the lichen catches rain

 And calls his home

That’s where I’d like to be

In the shadow of the stone

So the lichen and the tree

Are not alone

But in life there is hell

Where from heaven angels fell

Can you feel it?

Can you see it?

While under a dark spell

Where I stand on this cliff

And my toes kiss its lips

I’ll lean into the wind

Putting all my faith in him

 

© 2008 Mr. Lopez


Author's Note

Mr. Lopez
Interpretations and reviews are appreciated.What do you make of this? This was written under much distress.

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wow! Loved loved loved this! It has so much depth and still you manage to keep a strong rhymth and rhyme within it. Like spoken slam.. my fav. style :) this to me feels like a spiritual piece, a torn soul. the way you pull the directions together and they seem to tare you apart.. you don't know where to go or maybe you're expected to go all directions. "when north meets south" I see this as heaven and hell joining at the moment of death

Where I stand on this cliff
And my toes kiss its lips
I'll lean into the wind
Putting all my faith in him

seems like you are putting your faith in God but the line before this "While under a dark spell" to me seems like you feel God is a trick, like a magic spell that lead you to falsely put your hopes in him.

I dunno just how i see it, this was a fun journey and i always like taking a stab at interpretations :) Going in my favs for sure. Brilliant!

Posted 16 Years Ago


4 of 4 people found this review constructive.




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Where I stand on this cliff
And my toes kiss its lips
I'll lean into the wind
Putting all my faith in him

These are absolutely outstanding lines!!
This is complete faith... ! Wow..

The entire piece is great, ML.. but those last
lines really did it for me. Personally, I am all
about the ending. You can have a great poem,
story, book, article whatever....
but if the ending sucks, it was all in vain in my opinion.
This ROCKED!

Looks like an inner struggle going on,
not knowing which way to turn... wanting to
take matters into your own hands, though
knowing it is the wrong path -- and then
turning it over to God in the end... having FAITH.

Excellent!






Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

wow! Loved loved loved this! It has so much depth and still you manage to keep a strong rhymth and rhyme within it. Like spoken slam.. my fav. style :) this to me feels like a spiritual piece, a torn soul. the way you pull the directions together and they seem to tare you apart.. you don't know where to go or maybe you're expected to go all directions. "when north meets south" I see this as heaven and hell joining at the moment of death

Where I stand on this cliff
And my toes kiss its lips
I'll lean into the wind
Putting all my faith in him

seems like you are putting your faith in God but the line before this "While under a dark spell" to me seems like you feel God is a trick, like a magic spell that lead you to falsely put your hopes in him.

I dunno just how i see it, this was a fun journey and i always like taking a stab at interpretations :) Going in my favs for sure. Brilliant!

Posted 16 Years Ago


4 of 4 people found this review constructive.


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