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Minus the Self
Fill my cracked glass bottles,
Pour there earth and blood,
Water them with tears and sweat,
Watching the city civilizations
Bloom stone and gold,
Iron, steel, smoke and ash.
Feed them famine, pain and pleasure.
For there lie the bones of mortals past
Their lives to fast for us to follow,
The individual, forgotten,
Swept into the sky and air
Torn by winds that twist,
Shredding all in their path.
The flesh, the temple stripped bare of it's lies,
The disguise worn by the immortal soul
Wastes away, shirveled. Rots, decomposing
Futility of vanity while yet alive,
Reconciles old age to wisdom
Where there is sometimes none to be found.
And so I'll carve my name into the sand,
Scream it to the raging winds,
Fill the oceans with my ink, my blood,
And the forests with my songs,
Though none will recall them
Save the birds.
I can't say whether they'll
I can't say whether they'll remember you or not. I can say that I will remember you till the end of my days. While that won't make you immortal I hope you realize to many have strive to be remembered when they should of just been striving to live. I truly believe George Washington, MLK Jr., Gandhi, Da Vinci, Socrates, and several others weren't overly concerned with their legacy but instead concerned with doing, whatever that was. This is wonderfully written. Please keep writing and who knows perhaps you'll be immortal after all...
Long days and pleasant nights
Diamond
Thank you.
As I shall remember you. And it's more that I believe that the memories we leave behind, the things we do, our legacies...These are the things that will be remembered by society and generations to come. The individual is forgotten by time and slowly erodes. "So I'll carve my name into the sand.." I'll keep writing and creating no matter whether I'll be remembered or not. =) You do the same.
bravo ms, these are words
bravo ms, these are words that maKe paper golden. thank you for the read, i love this. LOVE THIS!