Description: A surprise trip into darkness. Well, about as dark as I get anyway.
Me dam echo dam me
like the interstellar shark
the reef upon which surges break
from pool to fool via crashing wake
to depths sublime exempting time
decisions I'm to make
and long abide the rushing tide
through current without falter
in company of three good men
though one should wear a halter
I could not tell I swear to hell
her shadow cast a binding spell
a stranger she to my surprise
though taught til now like sacred cow
that she'd be in the bottle still
so madness long or madness short
plug it off! the sharp retort
implore your mind to leave behind
a finger in the dike so kind
least bursting forth a gusher lay
please bear us out another day
should one partake in error find
the mother's love to terror
And shudder still to think it so
that fate would find for her a foe
upon which many unkind blow
would kindness seem if death prevail
as echo makes another wail
the banshees' greatly envy
evolved reserve devolved to serve
when chaos rules and gods are fools
all gates are jumbled into mires
as twisted double helix fires
should we pretend to be a friend
right up until the end?
So hide if I discover pain
or hide you lose when faced again
the perfect pitch along the curve
to pry out every single nerve
I'm not my mother's daughter
who would draw you to the slaughter
just an echo drumming softly, softly, softly...
This is a fascinating read.
I will not say I understand it, but I love its enigmatic charm.
I read of the echoing of beliefs, decisions, and the motion of the universe...
maybe creation's song bouncing off a cliffside and returning to one's ears as destruction.
I may have gotten it all wrong, but I will continue to read and enjoy. ;)
I want to comment on this thing, but honestly I don't know what the heck you're talking about. Maybe Bruce does, but I don't think so.
Seems like part of it, with the halter and all, may be about a woman the speaker knew. A temptress. Is it Echo? One who likes to drink or did??? I don't get the bottle reference otherwise, unless it's for a baby . . . ????
There seems to be a lot about mercy, or lack of mercy. And women and their ability to send men to slaughter. Their need to protect themselves or their babies??? Or just be wrathful?
This has a good rhythm. Maybe some of the rhyme and the archaic language/word arrangement in the beginning is why it's hard to figure out??? That's the best I can do.
Wow! I love it. Well part of it. Especially where you wrote echo makes another wail... From then on . Loved the flow. But honestly I couldnt interprete jack. But maybe I should read it along side. The comment of Monad. That might help
Ok I'll try , but you correct me if I'm wrong .
First verse :
There are 6.5+ billion of us and many are bad . My damn echo I that . But where can I find impunity . I don't want to appear a genocidal xenophobic . Hum , decisions decisions .
Second verse :
I assume the three good men is a metaphor for the triad of our social contiguities , and believe me I can definitely , of extraversional gung honess relate the halter . But mother nature demands that we respect her creations even if she has been taught that she will be able to remain aloof .
Third verse :
A mother's love should not be messed with . It's like cornering a wild cat (not advisable) . We must not attempt to be the retributional hand of God .
Fourth verse :
And yet mom has her enemies , and her kindness would seem (at least to me) like unkind blows should she be thwarted . The words echoed like a tormented howl the banshees can't purity touch .
Fifth verse :
Jesus forgave Barrabus . We may suffer from original sin but I like to feel that doesn't dash all hope for mystic symbiosis .
Sixth verse :
I had a really hard time with this verse . Perhaps you could explain it .