03-25-2013, 03:40 PM
You're lines are very nice to my ear and I have few comments about your mechanics, but it took a few readings before I formed a clear idea of what I think is being said. Roughly, the bodies of good and bad people are the same, and at the end are cast off and removed from the world of the living while not going into the world of the dead. You put forward that either there is something in the world of death, or nothing, and see little difference. Besides, what happens after death is presented as unknown, and maybe unknowable?
Yet by referring to 'sainted souls' and the world of death, you suggest a bias on the part of speaker toward an afterlife. Is that intentional?
Anyway, that's all I've got.
Mikey.
Yet by referring to 'sainted souls' and the world of death, you suggest a bias on the part of speaker toward an afterlife. Is that intentional?
(03-25-2013, 09:14 AM)tectak Wrote: Bruised blue and broken veined, the corpseI enjoyed this for the sound of it when read aloud, descriptions of human nature, and it's attempt to relegate concern for the afterlife to the pile of irrelevancies. There are places that I find it hard to understand your meaning, although I will admit to being a bit of a dull knife. Haha.
of failed intentions lies between two worlds.
Belief made grief the penalty and no man's land the meaning of no man's land is obscure to me. Maybe it represents fear?
the prize; there are no losers. Death is paradise
by promise, or heaven is not real. Where lies the
greater difference? We die to live again or or maybe there is an afterlife, but its always miserable. Could this be a false dilemma? Probably it doesn't matter.
we die to live no more. We choose our road
to nowhere yet we cry when we are lost.
The body that protects our cranial delusions
is the flesh, the bones, the blood and bile,
the sweat, the piss and brine leaked tears
of sainted souls; but not by high reward. I have trouble connecting 'but not by...' to the sentence before it, although the preceding sentence is enjoyable to meThe sinners,
thieves and sodomists, the sanguine slaughterers of State,
the creeping killers in the night, and all the foment
of the failed who kick and strike with knife to heart and lung;
they build themselves with those same mortal blocks.
A flag high held and raised on calcium shanks is just a flag.
The colours change, but they are all the same. They're all the same because they all die?
What differs then, in this short term, when by our nature,
we permit kings and gods to make false claims to reverence?
There is no we, for in the end our bruised and battered body lies alone.
We took no sides, we did not have such will; we only thought we cared.
We all are one; except there is a battle all must fight to lose; thought provoking lines. Are the sides referring to being good and bad, or holding that death leads to life or that death leads to extinction?
Death is one world, and life the other. We all fall in between. calling death a world suggests to me a bias on part of speaker.
tectak
2013
Anyway, that's all I've got.
Mikey.

