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DEADLY FASCINATION--revisied, ,Verses were missing

   

DEADLY FASCINATION   

 

Like a moth mesmerized

 By the flame of its own destruction

 Sometimes

 I am

 Pulled  by the forces

 Of

 My own mystery.

 But

 Now near my journey's end

 There are things not to be known

 That I  understand..

 Not to be seen

 That I have witnessed,

 Never to be told

 That have been whispered

To me..

 My fate is clear.

 Yet I seek the demons

 I did fear.

 And 

I am drawn irresitably

 To

 The flame of my singular destiny.

 Strange curiosity.

 Deadly fascination

— Geremia, Dec 31, 2009

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Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 5 months ago

Deadly fascination

Oh what a deadly mesmerising fateful flame entices you to its alternative Hell fires, it is a way to live into your malady and through its pain see SOMETHING positive on the other side; there are always two sides, two experiences in one in our human condition, it is our brains creativity that makes it so, we cannot see one without the other, can we? I am just thinking aloud, I don't know, and wondering about the phenomenon, is that the case maybe? Even in the most dire needs of our existence we see the clear beautiful blue of the heavens through the dark black of Hell, the flames of the sun playing the double role of Hell's flames and Heaven's redeeming light. I love your analogy of the moth, they think that they will attain Heaven and all they do is fall into Hell. Beautiful my Longobardolino, your Annuccia.
Geremia

Geremia

16 years 5 months ago

J.B. Longo-GeremiaA very

J.B. Longo-Geremia A very possible interpretatioon-- open ended message. I foound some parts of this poem were missing and just revsed.
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 5 months ago

Can't we edit comments now?

I have added the star that was missing now it has it right rhythm and is much better, you manage in spite of........I do so admire your tenacity, your courage at dealing with things unknown, and your sense of humour despite your difficulties. We can all learn from you my Longobardolino. Your Annuccia The sun is setting slowly falling info the carded grey clouds turning the Oslo fjord GOLD, pure gold; and the buildings of the city are in washes of silver, gold, grey and yellow mist, only the Rädhus and two churches, with the SAS hotel(!) sticking their shapes higher than the rest, almost no sky scrapers here, like a little country town.. oh and look now its all turning orange, even the snow is orange and the birches are chestnut brown. Anna Hei Longbardolino, just looked in here while all the others are at their parties and here we are not doing anything in particular, I wish you well and send you my love for 2010, from Annuccianna.