Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Especially Sunday




You! You! You-you! You!
A broken chorus on display
Amidst a beautiful charade

If I might put on a skin so bold
To find, to whom this honor’s owed?

Fait accompli; Pas de deux
Tell me why the world spins so, and
     Why it keeps on spinning through?

You! You! You-you! You!
You-You! You! You-You!

Encroach upon my pinion
Gnawing me deeply to the core

You! You! You-You! You!

Deciphered my vault’s code
Implanting thoughts I’d never known

You! You! You-You! You!


…said we could only ever be and nothing more
Than that of friends, than that of friends
Yet still, even now I can remember, your inspiring assent,

That nod from heaven, even now I can so vividly recall,
 How easily came the words to which I spoke: a last gasp toward a future not meant to be, a brilliant summation draped in a suffocating plea
                  “The best there ever was, the best there’ll ever be”,

oh how we could have had it all, how we could have had it all

You! You! You-You! You!

…Held back a secret; you kept inside the truth
You ignored the passion within; you stifled the premise of that kiss
You made me then a promise; a vow rendered mute
You betrayed both our tomorrows, denying hope it’s chance for bliss

Plodding forwards the day would lose its coherence.  Motion atrophied in conjecture, suspended by the murky visions depressions cast

Disabling freedoms left me there to beg upon a staring sky, one that left me starving—emaciated and prepared to die

Many mirrors would then find me wondering. I bottomed out yet would be left forever replaying the many why’s and how’s lost amidst an ethos I’ve found to be paper-thin. Yet still, even in the here and now, as I gaze unto oblivion, try, I must continue, to cultivate honesty from time’s dust—ever bending for a primer to steer me clear this jaded scowl I regretfully still trust.

You! You! You-you! You!
You-You! You! You-You!
Every day and Sunday
                       Sunday especially

Weeks became the hours
Hours defined the day
And the seasons soon to follow
Would eviscerate the humanity found in me

You! You! You-you! You!
You-You! You! You-You!

         Tattered, torn, bruised and worn,
                  A wall was built; a wall was formed
But break it would, it would break
         As yet, you possess me still completely; you’re imprinted upon my every waking state

I was left there to find forgiveness within a shackled skin, bound to tortuous freedom, I knew not what I would find in likelihoods and manners.  All probabilities and potential withered awry in the daft discoloration of a destiny denied.

From points untethered, clustered yet non-sequential, and beneath the bellows of the banshees, as they wailed their laments aroused, remained alone, self-perpetuating comforts left to find therein: of misery and sin, misery and sin
        
And here, the last of the tread’s been worn,
 To the spot and to the core,
                       Porcelain tears upon love’s blacktop,
A prelude and continuance of a hoar unstopped

You! You! You-you! You!
You-You! You! You-You!
Every day and Sunday
                       Sunday especially

You held back a garden
     Because of the potential direction
              A single seed could bring              
    
You let the dim lights darken
One by one you turned them off
before the power would be lost
     before the power would be lost

and each year upon this hour
     your regret blooms in full display
where what-could-have-been in you towers
              On this, a silver-lining day


Stop on over to D’Verse, where Natasha’s been up all throughout the night, serving up some great poetics for this week’s Open Link Night.  I may be a day late, but certainly not a buck short. Cheers.

11 comments:

  1. Blame is all about and a you you you can sure be put to shout, but either way the you you you goes to me me me most any day, just with such a reflection many tend to look elswhere, great write at your lair.

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  2. that was one powerful write fred..felt disappointment and pain...fav part...You held back a garden
    Because of the potential direction
    A single seed could bring .... dang, that's good

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  3. Wow. The what-might-have-beens eat at us, which this conveys so well. The repetition is really nice. And I especially liked "a last gasp toward a future not meant to be", "Motion atrophied in conjecture" and "the daft discoloration of a destiny denied"!

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  4. vicious write man....reading it myself the you you you came out so strong like a crowd roar....a last gasp toward a future not meant to be...was a strong line as well...the could have beens will tear you up man...

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  5. Fred, I am wishing you better days. The repetition of "You, you, you" definitely tells the tale.....

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  6. left me breathless...I didn't have a chance to hear your reading tonight, but I am bookmarked to return, to read this is to undeniably feel it and the patterning of the repetition throughout added much to it. Thank you for the kind support of my words my friend, I send you my best for this new dynamic time. Peace and love always ~ Rose

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  7. Seemingly accusing, but when I watch and hear you perform it, it does sound more like disappointment. It sounds like it could be addressing the self, as much as it could be directed at the other.

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  8. A cry in the night. A lot of intensity. Agh. k.

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  9. Yet still, even in the here and now, as I gaze unto oblivion, try, I must continue, to cultivate honesty from time’s dust—ever bending for a primer to steer me clear this jaded scowl I regretfully still trust.


    Love it!

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  10. Really powerful this excellent write Fred and your reading brings out the heart of it.

    it can be sometimes crushing when a much-desired love is lost and hopefully your write will bring you peace. Maybe she was afraid of giving herself to love, becoming so very vulnerable as she too had been hurt (in the past) and unknowingly continued the cycle of hurt.

    "You held back a garden
    Because of the potential direction
    A single seed could bring"

    Beautiful wise words these Fred and sometimes we do hold back the garden - for we fear the vulnerability a single seed (allowed to flourish) could bring...

    Love, hugs

    Anna :o]

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  11. You have a great voice for reading... probably told you that before. These lines were a punch to the gut for me this week:
    "…Held back a secret; you kept inside the truth
    You ignored the passion within; you stifled the premise of that kiss
    You made me then a promise; a vow rendered mute
    You betrayed both our tomorrows, denying hope it’s chance for bliss"

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