they say he talked to himself

[Daddy Bear]

where is the solace

when thunder never dies

injustice is every other meal

and the ether

and chloroform

yield no more of numbness

no more of sweet cold salvation?

 

you who torment me

i recoil when i see your dark eyes

the taste on my tongue

all of your socio capsules i've swallowed

releasing the creatures that tear my insides

and what to do but capitulate

when there's nowhere to go

that thunder can't follow?

 

what sanctuary

when you realize

that no god would dream such a world

they lied to you in Sunday school

somebody should pay

for that crazy charade

but who

when they all believed it, too?

 

the desperate act of a dying soul

hope beyond reason

paper in a bottle

visions of horses, flags and horns

fields of dark blue with brass buttons

but no one ever came

and the throes are upon me now

why can't i be numb?

 

...but "help" was all it said

[yeawutever]

Intense and great one there!!!!!!

[Spugly Fuglet]

wow, what can I say, that's the best yet, very good sb, powerfull stuff.

[AnotherBrokenDoll]

Yeah i'm with the above its a great poem and full of such intense emotions. Blows you away Great job!

[vandgsmom]

How do you live inside your mind with such emotions pent up? It was beautifully tragic.

 

(I am greatful after reading that that I am only full of silly thoughts... it was intense)

[Daddy Bear]

How do you live inside your mind with such emotions pent up?

 

most of my thoughts are yippy skippy, but every so often i find a fly in my pie...

[blueangel]

I am amazed by your poem and it brought up a lot unsaid in MYSELF.

 

I don't know the answer.

 

All I know is that if we don't give meaning to our lives, no one else will. "Lies" of "shifted perception" towards maybe something higher about life are necessary to win the fight within yourself, because what you believe becomes your reality- so it doesn't really matter what is true and what is false. What matters is what you want to be true, really, if you think about it.

 

I don't think Christ is a lie... Jesus is the exact strong and secure soul who we all needed to find and hear about- even if only for some of us, only one time in our lives. The whole of it is a love story.... about the love between a God and his people... and man, how it was fought for. Maybe when we die, life becomes less of sins and less of limitations and we can be who we were meant to be... or maybe we have to create it while we are alive.

 

You know what's fun to imagine? Someday, Socrates and Plato coming down to earth on a cloud from Heaven as Heaven meets with earth. Some people would point to them and go, "You were wrong!" and others would be like "I have some ideas to add!" It would be cool if there was a meeting of all the lifted souls of all of time to get together... and create a new world . LIKE, WOAH! (but that's like, just WAY my imagination acting up here. Don't mind me)

[Daddy Bear]

thank you, blueangel, for that excellent, thought-provoking post, the depth of which far exceeded that of the poem itself. "they say he talked to himself", though autobiographical in the main, is merely a poetical lament and should not be read as a manifesto or declaration of my personal beliefs. i take no official position on either the historicity of Jesus or the divinity of the Bible. mythical or not, the stories in the Good Book undeniably contain much wisdom still relevant in our own era, and the Son of God is a wonderful role model upon whom to pattern our own lives.

[blueangel]

thank you, blueangel, for that excellent, thought-provoking post, the depth of which far exceeded that of the poem itself. "they say he talked to himself", though autobiographical in the main, is merely a poetical lament and should not be read as a manifesto or declaration of my personal beliefs. i take no official position on either the historicity of Jesus or the divinity of the Bible. mythical or not, the stories in the Good Book undeniably contain much wisdom still relevant in our own era, and the Son of God is a wonderful role model upon whom to pattern our own lives.

 

Wew- THAT was just... so articulate.