Time to ride the wave outside our quaking heads. Let it rip, reveal the real deal, we are still not dead. But how can this be? How can we be free in the mire of lies and fear? ‘Less we take the reigns, call the demons by name,turn illusion on its ear. Lies all lies we breathe them, exhale them in our beds.We may still be breathing,our chests strongly beating,but ‘til we love unbridled, unplugged, value, embrace our frail human race—Are we truly alive or dead?
Interesting concept and interesting choice. I do feel, "til we love unbridled, unplugged, value, embrace our frail human race..." we have not lived. Very well done. I enjoyed reading it.
Good Poetic Question, well as I look around the world it is pretty plain to see that living things grow. As for me I am better today than yesterday, a sign of growth, AMEN. Well done and thanks.
I really enjoyed this one, Jerelyn. Physical love with someone we spiritually love is the ultimate experience. You've expressed the joy of intimacy perfectly. And if I'm interpreting it right, you are speaking to those of us who are reaching the age at which young and naive people think we should just be sitting around in our rockers.
Hi! Friend,Jerelyn,
Read your poem, "Love:Alive or Dead". I found it to be full of passion and warmth. Poignantly true. Best wishes for the new year.
Please feel free to check out my site at www.freewebs/kendoo and here in the'den'.
A thought provoking write, and as always, well penned... No~ we are still not dead ...therefore we must live and search for a betterment in order to exist!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on December 11, 2006
Oh yes and so beautifully written..
"Jesus was brilliant when he said let the dead bury the dead"
Probing tight poem, Jerelyn. I wonder about this all the time, feeling that without some "unbridled, unplugged" passion in our lives we are just the living dead. Just zombies functioning on basic motor skills. Maybe that's a bit extreme, but maybe not. Well, your poem has made me think more than I have ever thought before 8 a.m. This might mean a great day lies ahead. Thanks.
So what's new about life, eh, at least where an atmosphere of lies is perceived? Pilate uttered what has become a time honoured question: 'What is truth?'
I empathise with the line 'time to ride the wave outside our quaking head'. Yeah, grab a hold of life by the scruff of the neck and live it. Peel away the scabs left upon our psyche by the named demons, be ourselves at last,and at peace through love. As Christ said, 'the truth will set you free.'
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Ed
Everyone's talking about love, but more and more people protect themselves from living, giving, being.
Interesting poetic reflection, Jerelyn.
Axilea
God Bless You and Your Loved Ones
The Christian Cop
Read your poem, "Love:Alive or Dead". I found it to be full of passion and warmth. Poignantly true. Best wishes for the new year.
Please feel free to check out my site at www.freewebs/kendoo and here in the'den'.
Karen
Regis
Art Sun...
Sam
it is alot of walking dead around, we just don't realize it
very well expressed!!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
"Jesus was brilliant when he said let the dead bury the dead"
Brett
My warmest regards,
CJ
I empathise with the line 'time to ride the wave outside our quaking head'. Yeah, grab a hold of life by the scruff of the neck and live it. Peel away the scabs left upon our psyche by the named demons, be ourselves at last,and at peace through love. As Christ said, 'the truth will set you free.'