Having set sail under bright blue sun the sky offered hope and salty negation the starfish’s traces now show the way our journey has just begun, tomorrow another day. While my friends gathered around rock-scented fumes, I closed my eyes and chanted soft melancholy The ritual now commenced and I began to agree the way of the soul is to be dead or be free. The fire rites creep into the brain as the fine, green, grasses dance to a wave. Your sister went on weeping and pointed to the funeral pyre but all that was visible was the ethereal skyward fire. The death of stars had never been so beautiful the chilling grip of the end now haunts your face. As even immortals cower under psychedelic power, the cells are in motion and now you’re just a walker. When sharp glass scrapes across clear stretch of skin you know it’s all about crystal fragrance and dirty needles. ~ written april 2012.
had to read it twice .. still .. i would say its very well written but its a intricate piece and needs some context ...if u care to !!!
haha thanks a lot! and i would love to provide context, but i'm afraid it takes away from the charm of the work. besides, this was meant to be more centered around imagery rather than having a very meaningful theme :]
The ritual now commenced and I began to agree the way of the soul is to be dead or be free. i am absolutely in love with this line.. and the poem too ..very well expressed
haha thanks man, you're way too kind! i'm glad you were able to appreciate it for what it is. also, it's been so long since i've got any reps :grin: thanks a lot! :] even i was quite pleased by that part looking at how the poem was turning out. it didn't actually go the way i'd wanted :$
