...Betrayed III

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  1. What disease
    to so be stricken
    To become accustomed to
    this affliction
    where constant pain is de rigueur
    No words of comfort to be heard
    Once there was here love and light
    Once was granted blessed sight
    and peace inspite of all;
    Flight from all the deepest falls,
    I once had wings
    And I used to sing
    I used to fly
    even as I died
    in many moments dire
    but I lost my flight
    and plummeted
    from all that’s living
    towards the dead
    How can you know what’s in my head
    I once had heaven…
    only dread
    and weariness abounding
    the echo of my sorrow sounding
    you bring this out in me
    For I was once able to see
    And you claim vision of your own
    and wish your own seeds to be sown
    I would take them to be grown
    but my weariness engulfs me
    Your words are not enough, you see…
    Platitudes hold no hope for me
    when I once held it in my grasp
    And hope, not answers
    all I asked
    but to yield my mask,
    I have been betrayed…

    I've known such saviors such as thee
    but you do not live inside of me
    I own my truth;
    it does not set me free
    when once it did.
    I will not be saved
    merely by what you've said
    Yet you claim to hold the key...

  2. Casey.

    Casey. Well-Known Member

  3. Thank you Asher. Vampire name or former angel, wot? So you know about dark and light I assume. This was for our newest Guru, and the like, who lovingly, but forwardly assume we shall be saved by their words. I've written many of my own in the past - some take - some leave. There are many ways to reach - I've never assumed there to be be but one way - and so I wrote that series

    It's wearying to be weary all of the time...
    but it's just as wearying to have some say "I have THE answer" - when we each find our own path, just as we may get lost upon it, or have it swept from beneath our feet (in my case). Your one word - so simple - I thank you for...

  4. gentlelady

    gentlelady Staff Alumni

    Good work FAL1. I can relate perfectly to your sentiment. :hug:
  5. Thank You GentleLady...

    It took some work (and grace) to be found - and grateful for the end
    It takes some more guts to fight not to get and be lost again - yet... another end! AGAIN!

    Hoping your own journey is more of an even keel...

  6. Casey.

    Casey. Well-Known Member

    uhh.. lol?
  7. I don't get your comment...
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  8. ari

    ari Staff Alumni

    :( duplicated again ...sorry
  9. ari

    ari Staff Alumni

    meekly, I offer these words from my heart
    weariness is knowing that the pain, never subsides
    just hides in the folds on the insides
    In the Once that had love in light, with such a blinding sight
    we knew not then to wish it to happen again and again
    in the sparse moments of invalidity
    thinking of all the wishes, dreams, should have's could haves and if only..
    In the affliction I am accustomed, because of the familiar
    once in the past of childhood naught,
    safety in the comfort of hiding in the pain
    the journies we travel are platitude
    The hills and valleys veer, plummet,
    making us trip and fall
    the miracle is the words that grab hold to haul us up to the road again
    In hopes, in this tender broken heart....i cry, hoping that i may never betray
  10. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni


    To echo: beautiful, I too can relate to your sentiments, and so well put, dear, so well put!:smile: :wink: :smile:

    I am only sorry that you (and so many of us here) are writing from such a profound feeling of sorrow or regret or pain or guilt or uncertainty. But it sure makes for beautiful and moving poetry. What a pleasure to read your works ,as with all you other poets here!:wink: who share their feelings so willingly and lovingly - and those feelings are written so lovely to read.

    thank you FAL1, and all us other sick sad sorry souls who bleed ink for others to see: we paint portraits with it.

    love to all here,

  11. Thank you Ari for your beautiful heartfelt and empathetic thoughts

    "The hills and valleys veer, plummet,
    making us trip and fall
    the miracle is the words that grab hold to haul us up to the road again"

    Some days it seems very much that all I have left are words, and lately, even these fail me. When I find them, it feels like a cry in the wilderness.

    ...still, it is my voice

    Thanks again {{Ari}}

  12. BelovedDreamer

    BelovedDreamer Well-Known Member

    I never comment because I can rarely find the words I intend, but, to repeat in simplicity--beautiful.

    Damn platitudes. Useless cop outs. We should start an anti-platitude club.
  13. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    And our mascot could be a duck-billed Platitude!!:biggrin: :laugh: :wink:


    I've always wanted to name a new species...:rolleyes:
  14. BelovedDreamer

    BelovedDreamer Well-Known Member

  15. Thank you Least, from the bottom of my heart. Your own prose is like poetry you know (you haven't lost "it" - same as people keep telling me I haven't lost my strength either - it simply shows up in mysterious and different ways...)

    Yeah, some of us bleed ink... I really like how you put that!

  16. * * *

    I'm not only a member, I'm the president! Let's start out with, um, "God never gives you more than you can handle"...or..."what doesn't kill you makes you stronger"


    (thanks Beloved)
  17. BelovedDreamer

    BelovedDreamer Well-Known Member

  18. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    Oooohh, neat! Way cool!:cool: I'm going to make myself a fridge magnet out of one of them - probably the bear-and-fish one.:smile:

  19. Marshmallow

    Marshmallow Staff Alumni

    Very beautiful :biggrin:
  20. "Ahem...I have this is up in my office..."

    OOoooooooohhhhh That's WICKED! I love it! From the school of Murphy's law (the dude thinks we're bleedin' soulmates I swear - I used to be able to joke about it, but...). This has been my life for the last several years, no hyperbole...

    When properly attended to, things will go from bad to worse.

    When left to themselves, things will go from bad to worse.


    The light at the end of the tunnel is the headlamp of an oncoming train.

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