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Satyr Animated Voice
Number of posts : 540 Age : 58 Location : The Edge Registration date : 2008-12-13
| Subject: Satyr's Poetics Wed Feb 18, 2009 5:58 am | |
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Satyr Animated Voice
Number of posts : 540 Age : 58 Location : The Edge Registration date : 2008-12-13
| Subject: How does one say Goodbye? Wed Feb 18, 2009 5:59 am | |
| How does one say goodbye…
When the sun settles, like a weight, on the horizon And the mind stirs the past Caressing the senses with memories that were And will be no more
When reluctant partings take their toll And the body longs for slumber The mind straining, again, to save the moment And make it last, forever more.
…how does one say goodbye…
When words flutter, like wings, in the emptiness And the spirit fails to take flight Between the comforting distances of time And the chasms of translation
When they are but are no more And their image lingers, still Forcing thoughts, back, to where regret began And the tongue was stayed, silent.
…how does one say goodbye…
When gestures remain, like hope, in the heart And every tender touch Sends tears to cleans their fetid absence And abate the sorrow
When faith finds an end in the world And all that is left, out there, Is sound shaped into final partings. Asking once more:
…How does one say goodbye? 2005-05-30
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Satyr Animated Voice
Number of posts : 540 Age : 58 Location : The Edge Registration date : 2008-12-13
| Subject: My Passing Wed Feb 18, 2009 6:00 am | |
| Striding by an ancient sea I imitate the surf at play And leave with every careless step An image of my passing way.
Every here and every there I stop and kneel over the sand And build high walls to fight the tide With sweaty brow and steady hands.
When twilight comes before the night I turn to gaze on where I’ve been On all the things I touched and built And all the things I thought I’d seen.
There before my straining eyes In the final nightfall’s sweet delight The evening tide and churning waves Erase all traces of my passing way.
CA 2003-12-11
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Satyr Animated Voice
Number of posts : 540 Age : 58 Location : The Edge Registration date : 2008-12-13
| Subject: My History Wed Feb 18, 2009 6:01 am | |
| Did you see me there, Walking amongst the remnants of my past? New occupants desecrate the places I called mine, now And with their incessant talk They drown-out the echoes of an old song.
Did you hear me there, Reminiscing about the heroes that were lost? New younger upstarts wear their clothes, now And with their acts They mock deeds they do not comprehend.
To become a guest in ones own home Is the fate of all men that hold on to Their history. 2004-09-15
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Satyr Animated Voice
Number of posts : 540 Age : 58 Location : The Edge Registration date : 2008-12-13
| Subject: Olympus Wed Feb 18, 2009 6:02 am | |
| I am not a child of a “lesser god”; I am not a condemned infidel destined to pay for his unbelieving insolence by grovelling at the feet of faith; I am a symbol of my creators need, a humble soldier in a holy army, a hopeful incarnation of sacred secret dreams. Here I stand weak but unyielding, imperfect but proud, scared but brave. It is my ideal that makes me so; it is my hopes and dreams that make me more. My gods have earned their peak; they’ve proven themselves in battles against Titans and they do not just hold dominion over the creations in their own imaginings.
I am not a child of a “lesser god”; my gods do not promise me summits, if I were to just lie down and die in the mud. I must earn my heights, I must pay for my ascension with blood, sweat and tears, and I must prove myself as a worthy receiver for their kindness. Until then it is their scorn that I feel. They fling lightning against me and laugh as I scramble to escape. Their cruelty washes over me like a flame that burns away excess fat and unwanted prejudices; I am burned hard by their indifference as I climb towards them. These Olympian slopes speak of my recompense; they bear witness to my struggle. These rocks are soiled with my flesh; one can chart my course using the blood trail I leave behind me. I am tempted to sit and surrender to my body’s need; every molecule within me screams for comfort, for rest, for an end to this climb but I will not allow myself to give in to fear and discomfort as most others have. I will not sit and excuse myself using childish illusions and adult delusions; I will be man. The summit calls to me.
Those beneath me, dance unknowingly at the foothills; they cast insults and mock me in my insolence, to have even considered such an ambition, they build armour with their insecurities and weapons with their sense of inferiority and seek to entice me back down to their meaningless merriment, in order to justify their own inability to even attempt such a climb. They do not comprehend my descriptions of the views from up here. How could they? For them the world is flat and the horizons distant and hazy; mountains obstacles to be levelled into dust and used to build temples to their submission. But I see panoramas that lift my soul. I breathe winds that cleanse my lungs. I feel sunlight upon my face and the rapture of being in my chest.
Limits are not flames to be avoided. Limits are destinations to be reached for. I will not exist in the middle of my ability and search for the easy route that does not challenge my strengths. It is in search of whom I am that I climb towards and this can only be judged by reaching my limits and wanting to go beyond them, above them; to stretch them into new positions, to redefine myself and give nobility to the human spirit.
I am not a child of a ‘lesser god’; I am a human being. CA 2003 | |
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Satyr Animated Voice
Number of posts : 540 Age : 58 Location : The Edge Registration date : 2008-12-13
| Subject: Paper Wed Feb 18, 2009 6:02 am | |
| Paper boats I’ve built and sent Down the river, that always went Streaming through the ways that bent And never came again. - Paper notes that thought they would Break the flow, if they should Risk the tasks that somehow could Ever become again. - Paper cuts on tender fingers Writing words, hoping to reach her Pains that ebb and forever linger Wanting once again.
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Satyr Animated Voice
Number of posts : 540 Age : 58 Location : The Edge Registration date : 2008-12-13
| Subject: Snowfall Wed Feb 18, 2009 6:04 am | |
| Don’t cry, The dying sunlight will soon Take its share and the rest will be lost Long summer nights, I’ve thought about the remainder Then winter came without a clue And I sat staring at the quiet snowfall Without a care | |
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Satyr Animated Voice
Number of posts : 540 Age : 58 Location : The Edge Registration date : 2008-12-13
| Subject: Weeping Willow Wed Feb 18, 2009 6:04 am | |
| Weeping willow share your sorrow Add your shadow to my night So when I wake upon the morrow I do not dread the noonday light
Weeping willow share your mourning Cleans me with your leafy tears Wash away my tired sorrows Wipe away my many fears CA [2002] | |
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Satyr Animated Voice
Number of posts : 540 Age : 58 Location : The Edge Registration date : 2008-12-13
| Subject: Worthless Stuff Wed Feb 18, 2009 6:05 am | |
| That which I think, I am That which I believe, I see Beneath shaded wood I walk Believing I am free
Sounds of hope within my head My words are not enough I’ve pained and gasped and bled And collected worthless stuff | |
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MagnetMan Animated Voice
Number of posts : 235 Registration date : 2008-12-19
| Subject: Re: Satyr's Poetics Wed Feb 18, 2009 7:14 pm | |
| Nice stuff satyr pity you are such an asshole but I must applaud | |
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