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At The End

apathy grips the frail joys
I plunged into with you
night falls now on putrid hopes
which crave the kiss of dew
that is the happiness I wish
would fill these days so few

but nothing's left inside me now
not courage hope nor faith
and of the future I once craved
there's not even a simple taste
of satisfaction or contrition
just a husk of empty waste

even anger would be good
raging at the murder of my goal
yet all I feel is resignation
the devastation of the whole
that grinds the spike of denigration
ever deeper in my soul

emptiness is what I have
the hollowness that can't redeem
the void that has replaced my hope
with tentacles of poison streams
that ooze from all my fading futures
to flood the wasteland of my dreams

thus I await this final end
knowing now that nothing will forestall
the slide of entropy to slow demise
that in the end will make me crawl
into a death uncaring and unknown
finally bereft of all.

— Race_9togo, Oct 07, 2009

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Region, Country: Earth Vicinity (within a five light-year radius), ZZC

Favorite Poets: John Donne, T.S. Eliot, Serendipity, Emily Dickenson, Kailashana, Charles Bukowski, Kabir, Rett, Dalton, W. B. Yeats, William Blake, Rainer Maria Rilke, and many other Neopoet poets; Neopoet has heavily influenced my poetry and my ability to write it well.

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Seren

Seren

16 years 8 months ago

Dear Jim

The title is fantastic it really says a lot to this poem the apathy running through this poem is palpable ... the rhyme and pacing were as the poem, the words nearly drew you down with them ... awesome write ... Kind regards Love Jayne x x
Race_9togo

Race_9togo

16 years 8 months ago

Thanks Jayne

I FINALLY found enough time to put something on paper! Even though its a bit dark, lol. Glad that you enjoyed this so much! Respectfully, Jim "Laws and rules don't kill freedom: narrow-minded intolerance does" : Race
deelilah

deelilah

16 years 8 months ago

Dear Jim

Wow. This is the saddest thing I remember reading of yours. I truly hope you are not as sad as this. I hope it is fiction. I remember reading some truly sensual, romantic pieces of yours. Tell me this is not about that relationship. The poem: That is excellent. The rhyme and rhythm is spectacular. You have mentioned rhyme being a challenge. I can't see that here. This is gripping, however, sad---and please be angry, be happy, be sad, but don't be the end of this poem. Yours, Deelilah
Race_9togo

Race_9togo

16 years 8 months ago

Hi Deelilah

I see that my effort had an impact! Rest assured, this is NOT about My Lady or our marriage: it is about the end of life...I think! Its really just the result of extreme fatigue coupled with a bad work-day all tied together by the "I don't give a flying f**k anymore" attitude I inevitably get when I have too much on my plate, not enough time, and cannot get anything done! But it's cool, I just write some poetry, and all that bad stuff simply drains away. Thanks for your kind words. Yes, rhyme is a challenge for me, but it has been getting easier as I read and absorb the work of others here at Neopoet. I don't critique very much - something I'm trying to change - but I do read a lot. I think its finally got me to the point where I no longer need to think about my rhymes. At least, not until after I finish the first draft, re-read, and discover how AWFUL they are. And no, I won't ever be the end of this poem. I promise! respectfully Jim "Laws and rules don't kill freedom: narrow-minded intolerance does" : Race
deelilah

deelilah

16 years 8 months ago

Jim

I read your work 'The Birth' right after this and I could tell that was the true story. I normally don't much go for love poetry, but you have a way with it. Somehow you can write sensual without being pornographic and about love with out being sentimental. As to the frustration of not having time, I can so relate. Poetry does provide an outlet, doesn't it? I have written some of my best stuff on the way out of a funk. Yours, Deelilah
Race_9togo

Race_9togo

16 years 8 months ago

Deelilah

Yes, that's how love poetry should be, to me...no cliches, no sentiment, no porn. But I must confess, there is a secret, heehee. I DO resort to explicitness in the early stages of a love poem, sometimes. I guess it's because I'm male,so my ideas and concepts about love tend towards the more physical side of things, I don't know. But it is often easier for me to use explicit language to get the initial structure and emotions down. Then I very carefully run through the whole thing and replace every pornographic passage and line and word with something that isn't pornographic and yet still evokes the scene and the sensuousness and passion and delight. And once in a while, I do leave something in that is just a tad porno, when I think it is absolutely right. "Lilies In The Rain" is one of those. But usually the implied physicality is far more readable, interesting, entertaining and arousing than the explicit; after all, pornographic poetry, while occasionally fun, can become so boring so quickly! I also use this process of editing and replacing sentimentality as well, because in love poems I feel that sentiment gets in the way of the true emotion, but that's just me. I do find this a lot harder to do though, than with the explicit stuff. It does seem to work though, doesn't it? I am glad that you enjoy my efforts so much. Respectfully Jim "Laws and rules don't kill freedom: narrow-minded intolerance does" : Race
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R.M.Shanmugam

16 years 8 months ago

i read your poem with a

i read your poem with a great involement. a deep retrospection. shan
Race_9togo

Race_9togo

16 years 8 months ago

Thanks Shan

"Laws and rules don't kill freedom: narrow-minded intolerance does" : Race