Return To The Stars
by Zech Romero
Monday, February 21, 2011
Rated "PG" by the Author.
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My misanthropic feelings.
Mmm, a silence slept swept in.
Depth of my breath beneath the brim,
of my heavy loveliness sweet as honey.
Believe me my brethren and beloved
lovely, as we lie here motionless yet swim.
I waited for this grandiose vivid stillness,
for long and many were these past six years.
I fell from the celestial stars of my own security.
I was dug up from the mystique of my own crypt.
I was dug up for the sake of mundane social drip.
Even a king, a God, a Deity of the furthest reaches of space,
will mistakenly forget the nature of human waist.
I came down to earth, and forsook the comfort of my old haunt,
To touch the chatterbox socialites who irreverently taunt.
They smile insincere, with predictable uniform personality.
I became mundane and lost all my subtle nuances of sensuality.
I shall never again forget the nature of the living profane,
that is if I can find my way back to the stars again.
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|Reviewed by Teresa Walker
|I am seeing Van Gogh's Starry Night in these lines of written music, I am sure he felt as you do too. Don Mclean sang it,made us feel it, you have it too! I am seeing a Sirius Star before your horizon,don't give up on us! Bravo!