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the blessed one


Author: Angel_Sin
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the blessed one



You're the blessed one
Born with sunshine in the veins, and
everlasting bloom.
Don't you see you're the lucky one?
Stranger to days of gloom, and
lingering pain.
It's not so easy to be you,
everybody else eases into life's ways and
hides away from the ogling eye of death,

There are inescapable, unerasable days
riddled with doubts and fear,
bridled with shame and pain
Days that become wounds in time
left for gods, demons to mend or exacerbate.
...and
you'll never know the torment of such days,
you'll never wake up a minute too late

You're the blessed one
born outside of the manacles of time and
the humans doom.
Can't you see you're the lucky one?
gazing at the cold moon, and
feeling light and free.
It's not easy to be you
everybody else sees the looming shadows and
within themselves the amber light they can't preserve.




Submitted on 2007-06-03 22:35:06     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  in some ways this piece makes me think of the worship of the sun...
of the blessedness of the sun...
of the fact that the sun only has to shine and there is very little threat of it dying or failing...


this was quite an intriguing piece.
your imagery is stunning and i really enjoyed it.

there were parts of this piece where it seemed so personal... as if written to a loved one who has since passed on...
it seemed so loving and beautiful...
as if there was no sadness or grief just beauty in the fact that there is not longer any pain [or threat thereof...]



There are inescapable, unerasable days

i simply adore this line [and the majority of the stanza to be honest] though i cannot articulate why...



yes... i continue to believe this was written to sun and i think... wouldnt it be wonderful to be born with sunshine in your veins...?
| Posted on 2007-07-23 00:00:00 | by Someones Epiphany | [ Reply to This ]
  This intrigues me. I don't understand who it's about. Why is this person 'outside the manacles of time'? Are they already dead? I thought that would be explained at the end of the poem, but it wasn't. I do like the last line though:

'everybody else sees the looming shadows and
within themselves the amber light they can't preserve.'

Reminds me of Philip Larkin's (numerous) poems about death, creeping up on us all, and we're all so painfully aware of it.

Interesting poem; I'd be grateful if you could explain the context to me.

T x
| Posted on 2007-06-04 00:00:00 | by tulip | [ Reply to This ]


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