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Quicksilver
Contributed by
Yodo
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Tuesday, 18th January 2005 @ 11:11:05 PM in AEST
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I was staring at you
It was only yesterday
Behind a jar of glass
You weren't so dangerous anyway
You were heavy and a burden
You didn't seem so large
But when the crystal broke
I guess I was no more in charge
I looked beyond the glass
The shards were in my skin
You came flooding out
And now you are within
Changing me
Killing me
Mercury
I'm no longer me
It's not real and it's not right
Slowly I am loosing sight
You're inside me can't you see?
Slowly turning to Mercury
The heat is rising I would know
Mercury begins to flow
Through my heart and soon you'll see
Liquid metal I will be
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Yodo
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2005-01-18 23:11:05]
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Re: Quicksilver
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by Yodo on
Tuesday, 18th January 2005 @ 11:24:07 PM AEST
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And if you were going to ask, no this poem's not about drugs. It's about God. :P
Also, it was inspired by one of my favorite Roper songs, Quicksilver. But their song is a lot different and about something else entirely.
My idea of mercury was that it's safe when it's contained, but when you really touch it, you're never the same. It causes brain damage, it screws up your whole life. It will kill you. (shameless plug for another of my poems, "Unsuicidal")
It's that whole idea of God causing you to die to yourself. It's being completely unselfish and giving yourself wholy to him. The idea that when you are finally his, you are no longer yours, and you are no longer you. And as scary as that sounds, it's really not so bad. It's not slavery. It's not even servitude. He's giving you more than you give him.
I think Reese said it best, "All He requires of you is to love him with all your heart, and to love your neighbor as yourself." And what is love? It's giving of yourself. Dying to your own wants daily for the good of others. |
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Re: Quicksilver
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by Lionel on
Wednesday, 19th January 2005 @ 08:14:11 AM AEST
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| Good poem, makes one wonder if the mercury is welcome or not. God bless |
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