Never Ending

Whatever claims your fate or head or sinful notion

Fluttering in from space or some other plastic temple

Whatever breaks that midnight stare

Trailing in dispersant shadows,

The face of it hanging on the wall

Sways a crooked hat that runs to some cherry crypt ‘morn

Whatever blushing star,

Fragrant sound, or distant hush

Spell binds your reason

Like an untouched ovary against the galaxy

Whatever was will never fade

Inviting a seed of perception, a pain, a want

To walk

Along all that has deserted

Whatever slit this world into two and yours within

Be it shackled or winged

Spoke its wounds into your ear

And aged like sweet knowing mountain air

Relieving the story from its weight

Obsessing the obsession

Only now

What is out there

Is within

Author's Note

Reviews

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

I like the poetic devices that you employed in this piece; they are well defined. Your choice of words is another great aspect of it.
It makes the entire body of poem comes out wow.

Well written, Perdition.

[Perdition]

Thanks Kay, appreciate you stopping by and look forward to reading your writing as well.

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

You are welcome.

[Unspoken poet]

Obsessing the obsession

I so love that line, This is kinda deep as well as intrigued me.
Will be reading more.

[Perdition]

You know I heard these words one night and wrote them down as quick as I could,,.went outside and stared up at the night sky and wondered what had just happened...I got out of my own way was the best answer. The only way I can explain how this one happened...Hope it happens again one day soon..hahaha. Thanks Choosen Kay-T

[Unspoken poet]

i've wrote a poem down on a napkin once at a restaurant cause one just had to get out of my system.

[Perdition]

Just once? And what did you order??..lol Yeah..napkins and poets and diners and restaurants...we all just seem to go together don't we. Thanks again! Looking forward to reading more as I enjoyed that ole truck of yours.

[MOON]

What is out there is within , what a telling line for our times, simply lyrical write.

[Perdition]

Ya feel it?..lol. Yes it is...or so I thought I felt it at the time. Thank you for your kind words and for reading Much appreciated Moon~

[Jamie S.]

I enjoyed reading this piece, thank you for sharing. So glad I stumbled upon your profile and look forward to reading more ;)

[Perdition]

Seriously ..that position can't be comfortable..lol. Looking forward to reading your writings as well and thanks again. A pleasure to meet you.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This was really quite beautiful. I was drawn to it because I play guitar but I didn't listen to the video. I never do that. I like the writing to speak to me on its own merit. And this just had so many wonderful lines and is so uniquely crafted that I thought it complete without pictures or sound. Without the video, I was hearing certain strains of blues guitar playing in my head. I had a dear friend who once said to me, "You know the biggest problem with life, Fabian? It doesn't come with background music like the movies." And I said, That's funny. I've always felt the biggest problem with life was that it DID come with background music but there are so few willing or able to hear it. Everything is a song to me. So now, after completing my review of your poem, maybe I'll go give Ana a listen. :) I admire your word choices. They make me wonder what it's like inside your head. Great stuff.

[Perdition]

Well first of all thank you for this most wonderful and thought out as well as inspiring review..Secondly., I put that video on later for all some strange reason. Hey, I make mistakes at times and I usually catch them in the quiet hours when the sound of our poems become just that, that backdrop or the music or guitar that i play as well...and you can hear or feel a diligent muse or mouse at work, crawling down into your bones telling you to, "write THIS down and writhe all night in agony with it.okay?!"..lol. Now as far as inside my head..well to me It seems to be a lot like a place such as those woods you spoke of quite eloquently... only difference is it roams like a vine over limbs and land and though it tries not to harm, well in search for that canopy, darkness and suffocation will happen to the other aspects of life. Evolution perhaps?..A purposeful chaos? The woods are a place of wonder but if you pay close attention you can see the struggle for sunlight and not all of our wonderful creatures can survive. Your review reminded me of "quo vadis" for some reason..A poem I think I might title and write.." Where are you marching or Whither thou goest" Peter on his way out...Your review may have just sprouted another tendril kind sir. Only time and God knows what will grow..lol. Sincerely, Deep appreciation F.

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

Whatever is and was and has to come is always the same forever....illusions of reality softly waiting for sight to be seen...amazing words that awaken the softness of whispering truths...🌹

[Perdition]

Will return to comment...so kind of a review but so sick as a do I'm afraid I'll make will make bad...Thanks for such kind response..be back soon be back best!!

[Perdition]

Seems to always return with the same answer again and again but somehow we pollute the river all the same..individually it seems to only be the demanding question of our existing...collectively we seem to risk the larger question of existence. Strange that we create these wounds and worlds and still ask why..Thank you again for your enlightenment and wonderful review.

[‘Thoughts In Time’🌹]

Mere existence and being here now brings acceptance and waiting upon unknown truths that few know how to do...acceptance over questioning....wisdom at its best...🌹

[Perdition]

Ahh..those rascally unknown truths..When we release the idea of "truths" I think we gain an edge..what is true for the female is not for the male and what is truth today becomes poison for tomorrow. Accepting and wisdom..now that is something to think about. Knowing that we create in our minds what exists in our worlds would we accept it or would we create wings of our abilities..even knowing that it is an illusion of the mind? hmmm?? Thanks for the meditation!!

[‘Thoughts In Time’🌹]

Lol...how you make me chuckle...it’s all an illusion...in or out of the mind...and the truth is there for all to see but they choose not ...no matter male or female it’s easier for them to see it in the mind as an illusion but reality is a parade they hollow like the piper....the flute enchantes the weak not wanting to face up to the reality of illusion....seen as truth....🌹

[Katrina Mckeown]

Very intriguing poem.. I hung on every written word and enjoyed the journey through the romantic galaxy your imagery painted for me “blushing star , fragrant sound or distant hush , so romantic !
amazing!

[Perdition]

No idea how I missed your wonderful review...thanks you so much!

[Katrina Mckeown]

You are very welcome.

[Jennifer Patino]

It invokes in me a feeling of eternity. The vastness, the uncertainty. I love the imagery. Very nice poem.

[Perdition]

Thanks! Wonderful to get your input and glad you enjoyed it. And yes, the vastness of eternity can be such a wonderful place to swim can't it though.lol...Smiles and thanks!

[Jennifer Patino]

You're very welcome. :)