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[aid] => mick
[title] => Phoenix at a Funeral
[time] => 2009-12-29 03:50:16
[hometext] => ..was in a funeral a while ago; a little boys interment. Its ironical how things rotate in this little time of ours.
[bodytext] => A Funeral, I’m here, at this mossy cemetery of hundred years, standing aside a willow tree I gaze at a thick crowd where a father buries a son, behind the burying song. Teachers mourning with silent prayers, friends with open tears. I lean on to see the father, speaking with a calm tone, tears soaked long before, all left is emptiness, entirely. Thoughts(!!), I, just a mute observer, stand void with a stone inside. thinking, who will cry for this little boy? When the time comes for him to be a man, To sail through the world and leave blissful scars ended unknown. They say, carrying the child’s body is the heaviest weight, So, does that end the world? How many sons, died in wars and starvation, are laid to rest by their fathers? How many daughters, deceased in dark salvations, are sent to eternity while mothers howling? How many unborn lives are thrown to trashes, in all those abortions of yours? did the street buzz stopped for a minute, did the evening whispers silenced for a second, Or did the world stopped leaping, for any of those? Perhaps, this is the rule-set by the great lord, that nothing stops, never. And.., ..and you believe in a happier world, after this one? ………Good luck! World above is mystery…world today is a failure, I’m not carried along with it. Back to the funeral, ……… The winter breeze still blowing, cold and misty as to soothe this hour, then all of a sudden, it happened; that I's afraid- I saw the mother. Wandering beside me, lost in a concealed world. Her eyes hauling me like a asteroid forth a blackhole, Oh everything there is will sunk, Yeah... everything, I grasp my tree tight as hell, not to sink...not to. ….and I stand, stand vacant, stand dumb, Stand numb. Seeking sanctuary behind that willow tree, Or maybe it was-aside me. Confession, Why was I this feared to see her? ..maybe a part of mine knew all along. As I shiver to stand beneath this great sky upon this great land and to say for once, Oh lord thank you; thank you for all these- life, breath, smile, tears, dream everything... These holes I bear leaked my soul, dripped long before I noticed.. and I live life because I have to, I see passersby laughing in the morning crying in the evening...again dreaming in the nights, and I wonder, this is life? Living for a cause Veiled and sacred; do they ever peep outside?’ No, guess not. That’s how we survive; Eyes keep shut. But not me (this estranged one!)..this hunt for lights eluded me, What left is an existence rooted with gray blood. Redemption, Lord, you just made me realize- In this little game of yours, There’s always an Angel, Who carries the flame, in storm or rain. Ya, it’s you who sends them. With messages we often don’t get. In this world gone wrong, covered with dust and moist, We still live on, not cause we ought to; Cause we urge to, as there’s hope-for a splendor That would come and change us. The way we feel, We see, we dream. Each of us have a divinity; ready be the savior, So easy to get, yet too hard to believe. To My Angel, Standing upon this red soil, I swear Mortgaging my spirit; that I’ll look for you, Here to the end of the world. In you I seek asylum, I seek refuge and I to surrender, to you once and for all, With only prayer- “My Angel... Take my hand…take it now” ..your wings to fly us eternally, and in you I’ll find eternity. P.S. - Nothing will ever be the same, never. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 150 [topic] => 73 [informant] => mysticmercury [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )
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