idling

idling

A Poem by joshua deathdealer
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04/2013

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I am making the most with what I have been given
Oh the desolation I have seen

The perfection

The tragedy

I move unseen

Creeping behind the pillars that hold the perceptible in place

The lies painted in front of me

My in-gestation waters out around me

Continuing this conquest beyond my control


There are moments I want to break free

Letting go of this constriction tightening my chest

Stepping out of the synthetic stronghold containing me


But sometimes I wonder what it would be like to stay

To sit idle and fade with the sheep in silence

To crumble to dust, without a prayer

Without a name

© 2013 joshua deathdealer


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I like the photo. Gave life to your words.
"But sometimes I wonder what it would be like to stay
To sit idle and fade with the sheep in silence
To crumble to dust, without a prayer
Without a name"
When I was young. I like being the ghost. Good to observe the world. The statement above is asked by the all of us. Is one life important? I believe it is. No weakness in the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

joshua deathdealer

10 Years Ago

Thanks John. I needed that. Really did.
Coyote Poetry

10 Years Ago

you are welcome.



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I like the photo. Gave life to your words.
"But sometimes I wonder what it would be like to stay
To sit idle and fade with the sheep in silence
To crumble to dust, without a prayer
Without a name"
When I was young. I like being the ghost. Good to observe the world. The statement above is asked by the all of us. Is one life important? I believe it is. No weakness in the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

joshua deathdealer

10 Years Ago

Thanks John. I needed that. Really did.
Coyote Poetry

10 Years Ago

you are welcome.
I really like the flow of this poem. I especially love the pause and significance you get from these lines "Oh the desolation I have seen' The perfection; The tragedy; I move unseen" Then the lines you ended with "without a name" was a perfect ending to this poem.



Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I think many people want the assurance you provide in the denouement. Bravo!

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

"To sit idle and fade with the sheep in silence"..........

Sometimes we strive so hard to free the self then give up when others do not see as we see...

Insightful piece hon and of course Dead Can Dance adds the cherry to an already fantastic emotive piece xx

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Oh I see your shadow, invisible and walking somewhere in Britain, between the rugged rocks and green meadows, slow motion, step by step, searching, finding ...

you write with heart and soul sweetheart, such a beautiful piece, and the music... heavy sigh... there you can travel with in and through time;)

Just fantastic...
- Elisa xoxxo

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Beautiful and gentle.
What a nice read.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Your words are sad and dark, and yet I sense hope there as well...
I am making the most with what I have been given
You write with depth and emotion that feels real as I read your poem for the second and third time. You have an amazing talent.
:) Julie

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

joshua deathdealer

10 Years Ago

Thank you Julie for stopping by and your review.

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Casket City, FL



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