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Of Distant Worlds My Heart Would Speak
by Regis Auffray   
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Last edited: Saturday, January 26, 2008
Posted: Saturday, January 26, 2008

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A tale in verse from Sha'Tara...

Of Distant Worlds my Heart Would Speak

      

( thoughts of a  ~ burning woman ~  Sha'Tara)

 

Of time, I cannot even speak

for truthfully, it is a meaningless measure

from then until now, how would we account it?

Of space, what can I say

of the parsecs we fled across, then re-crossed

ever searching for the ones we lost?

 

But of tears, though uncounted, uncountable

of those, yes, I could weave a tale indeed

for the ice of your comets is made of those.

 

The great sundering, how did it all begin?

What dark shadow, what unholy terror

suddenly swept throughout the outer worlds?

 

How innocent we were then; how unprepared

for such things to emerge from friendly space!

They came, first a vanguard, Others, friends,

so we thought for we knew of nothing else.

 

Into the minds of the weaker ones they entered

and there sowed fear, deceit, lies; covetousness.

We saw ourselves then, no longer beautiful.

We learned to hate, oh, so well, so utterly

but Them we did not hate, not then, not yet:

we feared and worshipped for we sensed their power. 

 

Then came the Masters, and we served these from fear

for they were ever clothed in living flame.

We gave them our lands and they took our children

and so many were those we never saw again.

We swore allegiance to them; they taught us war

and skilled we became at shaping weaponry;

at bearing arms; and at killing? Masters in our own right.

 

In our fevered minds we saw shining, spinning worlds

and all we could think was, Go!  Conquer them, enslave,

for the Lords want them as jewels for their crowns

and if we do not, they will wear our bones instead.

We did as we were bid, we flew the ships, we fought the wars;

we conquered, slaughtered, made ourselves rulers

on worlds that once had been our nighttime stars.

 

But their hunger nothing could sate

and their oppression became too heavy to bear.

We begged release, claimed we had served long

and served well, that we had earned our rest.

We asked to be returned to our world: how they laughed

to see us beaten, gloating over our despair upon learning 

our world had been destroyed to make the weapons.

 

We turned our faces from these terrible Masters then

and walked away to our certain doom

for we knew they would never stop demanding more

of what we once so willingly gave without exception.

We knew they would come after us and if we did not fight

we would become as those we had enslaved in pits and mines.

 

Then we heard the voices of the lost ones

coming as it were from the forgotten outer worlds;

the voices of our children, the voices of our mates and mothers

a universal cry of woe we could not turn away from.

Instead, in rage we turned upon the Masters as one

and the fires of our struggles lit up space as Northern Lights

at times illuminates this planet's nighttime skies.

 

Came our final inevitable defeat and we fled, hiding in the darkness,

in the dreadful emptiness of unknown space and there, singly,

we sang a song.  A song filled with so much woe and suffering

when it echoed among the frozen wastes,

these bled diamond tears into the void.

 

Not so much a place or space; not so much a time;

but a great loss yet to be made right.

And so we search, even today, even here,

and one by one we find the lost ones, we find you; 

though no longer do you cry for you were seduced

by space, by time, and to you remains little, if any,

remembrance of distant worlds.  Just empty words;

your thoughts, earth-bound, the graffiti of life.

 


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Reviewed by m j hollingshead 9/21/2008
thought provoking
Reviewed by Irina Karstein (Reader) 2/6/2008
This writing is very shamanic and powerful. I am always glad to visit and read your writing from time to time, do excuse me if I do not seem to have the time, I work a lot. Take care.
Reviewed by Staci Gansky-Wagner 1/31/2008
Seduced by space and time, I agree, we are all seduced by space and time --a great healer yet, however, does damage as we forget the importance of past and being one with each other.
Reviewed by Sheila Roy 1/30/2008
"...for the ice of your comets is made of those."
"...ever clothed in living flame."
"...they will wear our bones instead."
I love these lines - exceptional in their imagery and originality. This is an intense article. I'm reminded of certain points in history. Slaves (of many different origins) had their songs of woe, passed on to the next generation. I like how the vast sadness in this piece transforms several times...into rage...into acceptance. A wonderful write, rich with emotion. Love and Hugs.
Sheila
Reviewed by Morning Star 1/29/2008
So much sorrow and sadness from "my heart would speak "
I believe there are only two things that truly matter
That exit in the universe Good and Evil
And we have the power within us to make the right choice
Regis… all your articles are always very interesting
And always manege to live me to ponder!!
Peace Love and hugssss to you....Morning Star
Reviewed by LadyJtalks LadyJzTalkZone (Reader) 1/28/2008
Much woe from the other side in this write. A breif memory of time? Lady J
Reviewed by Willie Maartens 1/27/2008
The human condition - stuck like flies in the 'honey' of the physical world. We are but prisoners of the material world, children in our sand pits. I like your poem it makes me think, it unlocks deep feelings and ideas. Well done and best wishes. Willie
Reviewed by Elizabeth Price 1/27/2008
Awesome. Thought provoking. Love it. Liz
Reviewed by John Leko 1/27/2008
...of distant worlds...my mind travels...open in thoughts.
John
Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner 1/27/2008
Regis,

Love and acceptance begins within each of us. Unless we learn to love ourselves, we cannot love another. Thought provoking excellence, well done.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

A keeper--the best of the Sha'Tara series, so far (in my opinino)
Reviewed by Jeanette Cooper 1/27/2008
This is a dramatic work depicting pain and misery (the graffiti of life) apparent all around us in an analogy to distant worlds. Unity is the key to a better world, state, city, town, and community. Yet, in our world today, in this country, the united bond of cizenzry, camaraderie, the concept of being our brother's keeper, and human goodwill have been capitalized. We are lost individuals in a mighty jungle trying to find our way.
A very thought-provoking work.
Reviewed by Mary Grace Patterson 1/27/2008
This reminded me of something from Star Wars in a way. I'm sure other worlds exist in the wide expanse of our galaxy. Perhaps one day we will know the ultimate truth!. Its an interesting write with many varibles.. ......M
Reviewed by Georg Mateos 1/27/2008
What if he doesn't give an inch back, keep his ground and fight?
What if he throws the meekness of man slave and wears the cloak of man warrior and defy the Masters?
Why if nothing is lost, just not found?
If only the cowards survive...it is a reson to be brave?

Georg
Reviewed by Pierre Ortega 1/26/2008
I believe that there are only two real entities in the universe, "Good" and "Evil" and that the choice and the power to wield either one only exists within us. I believe that everything that hangs in the balance of our existence depends on us to choose to seek out and wield only the good. Interesting write.

Take care, Pierre
Reviewed by Tom Kitt 1/26/2008
This is exactly the kind of knowledge we don't need because it gives people a sense that there is much more to the universe than we imagine and so it makes us small by comparison and reduced. There is NOTHING out there except the rantings of our own madness. All is within the individual. Even one person who reconciles themselves completely will cause the universe to end. Let's empower the individual by understanding the words 'Of time, I cannot even speak
for truthfully, it is a meaningless measure'. Let's explain this before going off on scary ramblings.

Best wishes, Tom
Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan 1/26/2008
an intricate write of humans, an intricate species who seem bent on hate and causing misery to those deemed to be less---we can and must be better and there are many who are
Reviewed by Jon Willey 1/26/2008
This poem is immensely emotional for me. It reaches down into the core of me. You scribed the emotion within, very eloquently Regis. Jon Michael Willey
Reviewed by Rafika Anderson (Reader) 1/26/2008
Oh, I do not believe we have forgotten those distant worlds, my friend. That's why our hearts yearn to know space and travel its boundless girth. That's why we dream strange dreams otherworldly in nature and never cease to turn our faces up to the open sky and speak so fervently of heaven. No, we do not forget our homeland. It is within us, indelibly engraved on our hearts.
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson 1/26/2008
We humans will never be as smart as the
many other civilizations out in space.
There may be some dumb civilizations out there
like we humans who will believe in false God's
and most anything that comes our way. Correction,
not all humans believe in most anything.
A very confusing write. I must be one of the stupid one's.
I don't hate. Those who hate don't rate.
Thanks for the wonderful mass of words of wonder.
(I know, I don't have to read it)
stay safe
Rons
Reviewed by Debby & Gordon Rosenberg 1/26/2008
this is a heavy sorrow, crashing the ideal that beyond us are more advanced civilizations who have evolved away from weapons and species domination...
Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater 1/26/2008
This says so much about the state of our nation and the ones who hate; the ones who hate street people that are homeless, the ones who hate the hoboes that still live under bridges by the railroad tracks, the ones who hate blacks, the ones who hate Christians, the ones who hate candlemakers for giving Light to dark souls, the ones who hate Pagans, the ones who hate rap, Hip-Hop, and psychedelic grass-smoking hippies that make our lives better through the eyes of the lava lamp, tie-dye, beaded curtains, the peace sign, the ecology sign and the volkswagon bus, the ones who hate the shape of John Lennon's spectacles, the ones who hate Yoko Ono, the ones who hate karaoke, the ones who hate Jews, the ones who hate the wonderful theory of Evolution, the ones who hate Steve Erkel, the ones who hate Freud, the ones who hate Neiman-Marcus, the ones who hate wet cement, the ones who hate gays, the ones who hate goat ropers, the ones who hate lip piercings, the ones who hate women of intelligence, the ones who hate just to hate...

I Love You Always,
Sage
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