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Geremia
Geremia
Sep 23, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

IT'S NOT A QUESTION OF VALOR

IT’S NOT A QUESTION OF VALOR

 

It’s not a matter of valor

 

You understand

 

Not courage

 

That pushes me on.

 

My fears take hold and paralyze

 

Facing an unknown eternity

 

And the silence of these infinite spaces

 

Terrifies my soul.

 

Yet

 

I often see with a certain clarity

 

Existence has no mystery.

 

Some Abstraction

 

Infinite and  unforgiving

 

Plays the Human Condition

 

And

 

Time is  it’s familiar

 

As we decay and our heart grows cold.

 

What Witchery this.

 

No redemption to sin

 

No true resurrection

 

Futility to resist our Inevitability.

 

And when I separate

 

To stand at Heaven’s Gate

 

I know my soul is clean.

 

I ‘ve lived by the Golden Rule

 

Owned my pain and suffering

 

Rejoiced in my humanity

 

Pleasure, bliss and harmony.

 

I’ve died and recreated myself

 

Over and over again.

 

I’ve stolen Heaven’s fire

 

Many times.

 

I’ve owned my Destiny

 

It’s not a   question of Valor

 

You understand.

 

And

 

When I end

 

I will end with Dignity.

 

 
Kyrie eleison
Kriste eleison
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
— Geremia, Sep 23, 2009

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16 years 8 months ago

With dignity

I, for one, am sure of that. What comment does one conjure up faced with this declaration? We none of Us have an answer any more than your self, and puzzle too the existence of existence as we know it, perhaps there are other existences we know not of. Your dignity is also here in how you spread your words and span the subject in such style and with such purposeful destiny, we stand and admire, we feel your pain and wish it gone, but know that this cannot be so. "I’ve stolen Heaven’s fire Many times.".........................How glad we are for this, that you have within your heart. What Witchery this.................I love that line, it says it all, l as if you were strutting about on the stage of life, expounding the lines of a Shakespeare play, we hear it like the voice of Lawrence Olivier, of Richard Burton, filling the spaces you are so fearful of, and chasing them to the edge of the stage in the hopes that they might fall of, and yet you know that they cannot!!! Kyrie eleison Il Tua Annuccia