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Ninevah

Here it is, the story of a man, who went out walking by the sea
he went out walking, lost his way in the storm, his spirit danced by the water's edge.

He went out walking, walking by the sea, he let his fingers trail in the water,
he went out walking, walking by the sea, his spirit soared by the water's edge.

In a dark and lonely place he wrestled with the Lord, his name etched upon the weeping rock,
in a dark and lonely place he struggled with the Lord, his name carved upon the weeping rock.

He went out walking, with death on his mind, he found a fallen star by the roadside,
he went out walking, with suicide in mind, he found a fallen angel by the roadside.

In a dark and lonely place he wrestled with the Lord, his name carved upon the weeping rock,
in a dark and lonely place he sruggled with the Lord, his name etched upon the weeping rock.

Black wings and holy fire, black smoke and holy fire, his name etched upon the weeping rock,
black smoke and holy fire, black smoke and burning fire, his name carved upon the weeping rock.

Heaven and Earth, crash and collide, the sands of time are slipping away,
Heaven and Earth, crashing, colliding, the waters of time are flowing away.

Incandescent, your hope, your rage and your beauty,
the eyes can't see what the soul desires,
fragile and broken, your hope and your beauty,
the eyes don't see what the heart desires.

Sometimes i think of you, in your shallow, rotting grave,
prayers fall from my lips like tears,
sometimes i think of you, in your hollow, shallow grave,
your bones rattle in my dreams at night.

There it is then, the story of a man, who went out walking by the sea,
he went out walking, danced with a fallen star, his spirit soared by the water's edge.

In a dark and lonely place, he wrestled with the Lord, his name etched upon the weeping rock,
in a dark and lonely place, he struggled with the Lord, his name carved upon the weeping rock.

Black wings and holy fire, black smoke and holy fire, his name carved upon the weeping rock,
black smoke and holy fire, black smoke and burning fire, his name etched upon the weeping rock.

 

— loveslave, Jan 08, 2009

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Country/Region: Scotland

Favorite Poets: Sylvia Plath, Diamanda Galas, Stevie Smith... Carol Ann Duffy, to name but a few.

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yenti

yenti

16 years 10 months ago

Ninevah

Not sure what to say but take this one to pieces, and rebuild without all the repitition, others find this hard to read and the meaning becomes lost, I want to give the man a lantern to distract him, Have a go at it and resubmit as a new piece, Yours Ian.T Have just come back to my comment on the man that walks by the sea, there is a conflict of feelings here, one of being so alone and wanting to opt out of things, then one of the loss of someone so special that your grieving is in the hateful stage, Shallow graves and rattling bones, after the hate of grief there will come a time of light and becoming whole again and able to carry on, so maybe the Man can return from his walk and tell us how he feels, Yours again Ian.T
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loveslave

16 years 10 months ago

Thanx for taking the time to

Thanx for taking the time to read and comment! He probably does need a lantern, a really big one! But part of him wants to remain in darkness and sorrow, maybe he feels comfortable there? He might come back and tell a different story but like i said part of him is happy where he is. Peace!
yenti

yenti

16 years 10 months ago

Ninevah

This piece has a fasination of it's own and rings many things in the lines even with the repitition it still rings and somehow holds me to read it all, yet I know deep inside that the cry should be heard and the man that walks alone in his grief will soon be able to see a light. Your God will make you suffer to let you learn of many things yet he will hold you high as you walk with him, The story of one set of Footprints is a leasson for all. I still await you future Pieces of writing, Yours Ian.T