"What does my life mean after all / After the fall after the fall?"
Fallen Star
Back from that unknown I called love To this known of being alone Back to what I have known above All else since all else was a dream And I was alone all along Seems things are never what they seem To be to me reality Is an elusive quality
The one I sang of never was How ridiculous a love song Or if she was she was because I wished and dreamed and hoped that she Might be but I see I was wrong
Too old too poor too far away She just got tired of me one day Rejecting me electing he Who purchased her propinquity
Destined for ashes without graves And doomed as I am just the same They bought no freedom they are slaves But she is his that is if she Is at all whatever her name
Back from that unknown I called love I have never been this alone As dream turns nightmare push to shove And soft sweet flesh to hard sour stone As cornered now the mind gives way Yet stings with folly sharp and stark Nothing but sorry left to say As stars fall and the world grows dark
A tattoo has been born again Which once marked my not being free Even as one once loved once slain Transformed in its symbology The star is fallen from the sky
A trail of fire rains in its wake Where once it bore her name so high Forsaken now thus I forsake As she lies in the arms of he Who kept his word that he would take The one I dreamed I loved from me
She broke my heart and thus I break The spell the hold of hell which she Held me within her web of lies As falls the star so would I be Deceived no longer as I rise
Now ripen fruits of bitterness Ever more bitter never less When will this rock to gold refine This vinegar ferment to wine?
I hate but will I hate them still As spring warms sink beneath the chill Of lost love never found again Or is there yet an end of pain If only by the trembling hand Of one who failed to understand That life is not fair after all After the fall after the fall?
Calling on the phone alone Holding only a phone No one wants propinquity To madness nor to me
Only answering machines
I understand now what this means In darkness here I sense the fear Of those who were once near and dear As they all back away from me And as I feel myself alone On the lonely end of the phone
How empty now to realize They wish that I would go away Behind civility's disguise I wish I had their strength today
Their machines are chirping hello I am calling to say goodbye But I am the last to know To face the lie and die
So life was not fair after all What does my life mean? It means I face the lie and die Fallen so far my fallen star Chirping answering machines After all chirp after the fall Hello! Hello! Goodbye My fallen star fallen so far!
What does my life mean after all After the fall after the fall?
This is the first time I've read this poem. I've been catching up on all that I've missed. I know that you've reached my answering machine and that makes me feel sad. I picked up the messages after you left them and was frustrated that you'd tried me at times when I was not able to take your calls. I know that you must have felt that I was withdrawing but this is not true. I tried to be a support through all the trauma you went through. It was hard knowing that you were suffering so much and feeling helpless to do more than be an ear and pray. You must have felt abandoned when during your darkest hour, I was no longer around. I've been going through my own stuff but you were always in my thoughts and my prayers Stevie as you are now. Please accept my apologies.
The poem is superb as is all your work and seen now in the light of your later more positive poems, I am proud of how far you've come. Nobody can keep a good man down. Stand tall and keep the faith.
With love from a distant but caring friend... Chanti
With so many stars in this lonely state, why is it that all the lonely stars can't find each other? Don't give up, never. Today may be "the" day. If not today, keep tomorrow ever looking. Your star is nearer than you think.
The healing of this is within you, Stevie. Believe me. I have to convince myself of this as well. Take care of yourself. Love, peace and strength to you. Regis
Suicide is the devil's lair, laughing as he snatches our golden souls. I have known people who it was said struggled to live after making that decision, not able to loose the rope around their necks or vomit the poison before it entered their bloodstreams. And others who were playing at death with what they thought was an empty gun. Damn it, life is precious! We do not have the right to take it. Don't even joke at this Steven! Don't base your self-worth on someone else. Love yourself as God loves you. Why would He create a genius just to see him take his own life as if it were shite. Your hope is right here in front of you. You are a writer. You are here to inspire the world. Yes, it can be a dark and cold place. That is why it needs YOU. Don't deny yourself or the world your destiny. Had to give you some tough love, Steven. No woman on earth is worth your life. Most everyone here can tell you horror stories of what they've been through in their lives. They are still here and stronger for it. What makes you the exception?! Felix just gave you a few good reasons to persevere...
This is a beautiful write Steven but I sure hope it is not based on reality. You have a talent that is too special to waste it on suicide as you suggested it was meant for. I am sure that of the million stars in the sky if you give it time another will rise in your favour and your poetry will smile once more. Hang in there brother.
Felix
Well Done!! I read this over a few times and enjoyed it more with each read..Good job..
EDL
Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader)
Reviewed on March 21, 2005
Well find another star and latch onto it. Because this is a real masterpiece of your poetry. Sometimes the fall from one star means you land on another. Be well Steve.
A way to use your mind for silent communication. Speaking about the methods in the book I have used since a young age.
21st Century learning. I also have a GoFundMe page to ask for funds so I can research with other people and add their experiences
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A way to use your mind for silent communication. Speaking about the methods in the book I have used since a young age.
21st Century learning. I also have a GoFundMe page to ask for funds so I can research with other people and add their experiences
The poem is superb as is all your work and seen now in the light of your later more positive poems, I am proud of how far you've come. Nobody can keep a good man down. Stand tall and keep the faith.
With love from a distant but caring friend... Chanti
Felix
EDL