Excavation and experimentationA Poem by Seth"Loosely based on the story of samson as told from his perspective"
Dragging dropping wheezing
Confusion sets in with dreadful weight Leave it behind; kindly meaning It started with love but ended with hate Live with passion; fire till death Last breath out and done the struggle You must know, don't ever guess With a grunt, great samsons rubble Darkness brings a silent clarity Colors fade as do the sun's rays But the mind grows with newfound verity For once your free; but free from grace Forgiveness unattained so unleash your rage Rest is but death in the guise of life So let it all out don't flicker and fade End it with a punch, a yell, or a knife The moment arrives with a trumpet blare Laughs breeze by listless and free As I stand between pillars naked and bare Now; time for a blind man to make them see Clouds gather gray and ride into battle I am a lion, hair prickled back I am defiant; the commander in his saddle Then it all starts With a terrible crack There is no slow demise just quick consumption. The opulence of before is replaced by a scene of squalor. They are defeated and I alone am. Not that I did not perish but that my act is unperishable. I etched my effect in the eternal cave. My fate was sealed by stone that when rolled away revealed a corpse. Still cold, still dead, not breathing. But my story continued, alive like I never was. That was the play and i, merely a character. I stepped on the stage with the free will to fumble a line or walk away in disgust. But from the exposition to my violent climax I played on. I acted with passion so that i, broken and bloodied, could be made pure through the songs and the stories. © 2016 SethReviews
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StatsAuthorSethPhiladelphia, PAAboutNeither the brave nor bold The writers of stories sold, I need to watch things die From a good safe distance. more..Writing
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