Tuesday, May 11, 2010

the crimson tide











you want to lash out
to anyone near
the surge is electric
induces raw fear
that sweeps through the sky
like a dark crimson tide
twisting all reason
to madness you stride
as answers once clear
become murky with grime
forgotten in moments
forgotten in time

…that drags while it fleets
over scorched arid lands
chased by a rage
in the shape of clawed hands
that ruthlessly drive you
towards the last ledge
fuelled by a frenzy
with razor sharp edge
desperate to reach you
and wring from your soul
every last dream
that is in your control



picture: http://tsunami-yumyum.deviantart.com/art/Rage-19672838





54 comments:

  1. dang.

    your words marry the pic very well..not a good place...yikes!

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  2. Hello, Shadow! It's good to see you up and about, posting poetry. The poem clearly describes soul torment. It's a well-done poem, but it concerns me in terms of what's happening to you, that you would paint such a picture.

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  3. At times we pray for own very own saboteur to come with one strong swoop, to slice off our head, so we then are free to grow another, and start again.

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  4. I really feel this today. Thank you so much!

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  5. Yikes! Here be power. I couldn't read this out loud without starting to spit. Bravo!

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  6. I can feel this - I know, I understand. It sucks when things seem to spiral out of your control - when events transpire to leave you feeling helpless.

    Hugs, woman. BIG HUGS.

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  7. Shadow this has been me, has been people i have loved. You are so talented!

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  8. I think everyone on some level can definitely relate to this inner rage, whether it's released or not. It's "human", yet we fight it and call it "insanity" just to make the world a better place.

    Beautifully written as always...love the photo too!

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  9. i beleieve that most part of people , deep , hiding fron thenselfs , are afraid to know "everything is in your control " .

    good to see you posting .

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  10. I have known that rage of the soul and it isn't a good place to be. Glad to read you again Shadow.

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  11. soul twisting urgency this

    evocative again and again

    thank you for posting shadow

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  12. You've been very quite these days, then this... hope all is well Shadow!

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  13. Rage. Torment.
    Hopefully, this is strictly you exercising your poetic ability, and not a cry from within.

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  14. You write with such power and emotion.

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  15. Been years, but I've known that rage only too well!
    Thank God it no longer has the power over me.

    Jim

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  16. This kind of torment is hard to calm down.

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  17. My word. This poem fairly jumps off the page but it worries me, too. I hope it is just a poem.

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  18. yip. that's when you know it's time to go home for the day.... :)

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  19. Miss ya girl! Thanks for reappearing. Miss your posts. As always a goody. Powerful and full of force in this one!

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  20. This was so amazing! My new favorite of yours. :) I loved...well, everything.

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  21. Wow...that's one scary poem. And picture. Well done!

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  22. Oh when rage takes hold...it is such a cruel master, so hard to step aside and see what is really happening...and yet that is the only way...so stepping back, not over the edge, letting go of the desire to be right, opening to the possibility that you (I) are not.

    good to have you back!

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  23. You've really painted a picture with emotion here, and your metaphors are impressive.

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  24. Shadow! Welcome back, we've missed you! The words "crimson tide" always make me think of the Steely Dan song "Deacon Blues" but this iteration is a lot less mellow. :-)

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  25. This is a real superb way to GET BACK! my lady...
    OMG
    The picture is named tsunami something, that makes it even more powerful.

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  26. I refuse to be driven to the ledge but I know I will get there and soar as I plummet off the earths edge and in those few moments before I impact with space I will remember that once I knew how to laugh and that is what I will be doing when I hit Jupiter.

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  27. I hope this poem felt cathartic and helped you unleash all negativity.
    The way you express yourseld is monumental. You are very talented.

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  28. 'walk softly and carry a big stick'...

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  29. You OK? Perhaps I've misunderstood. Perhaps. But are you OK? xx

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  30. Yay! You're back. This one is written from a really deep place.

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  31. So glad you are back, take care. loved it, searching souls/

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  32. I go through it too. I am learning to laugh sometimes, but I still cause train wrecks (sometimes)

    I am glad your posting. Miss your poems something awful.

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  33. you throw fire on me that burns so good.
    this was very remarkable...

    xoxoxo

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  34. again, beautiful. i miss reading. recovering...miss you and look forward to the comfort of your words. thanks for writing.

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  35. Hi Shadow, this is one of my favorites. You're so talented.. Your words are powerful they never fail to reach my soul.

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  36. Wow! No one writes like you Shadow. It's always such a trip for me to read your stuff. LOVE it!

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  37. I can relate to this very well. Too well really. You've captured a feeling that I haven't been able to so I'm jealous. XD But I do hope everything is alright with you?

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  38. Power word with rich in content never fail to please its readers.

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  39. i had to read this again today...the anger, confusion, driven to the ledge. i feel that in my core today.

    thanks shadow.

    mile 191

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  40. Oh my! This is strong, evocative, soul wrenching thoughts.

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  41. Hi, Shads
    yeah, something that feels so good and so bad all at once. sometimes necessary even if futile. great write. ~rick

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  42. your words surely drove me to the edge of my seat!!very well written tasteful evilness!!you know what,rage is a good thing when you can convert it to words and here you have done that remarkably well!!keep writing!!

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  43. very pOwerful poem! love the pic too x

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  44. Two times I read this, and was CERTAIN I commented. Oh, how appropriate for an old-time sober guy:

    "...answers once clear
    become murky with grime
    forgotten in moments
    forgotten in time.....

    How do you spear these happenings right through their hearts with words so timely and true?

    Soooo good of you!

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  45. Beautiful words and fantastic shot !!Lovely post !!

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  46. Where are you? I hope you are well! it is long between your postings.

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  47. HI!
    Just thinking of you, hoping everything--or MOST everything is OK.

    I mean, SOMEONE has to look in on you now and then--you are NOT just discarded, forgotten...let's see, WHO is it here am I writing to???!!!
    Love,
    steveroni

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  48. This is definitely a great piece on what torment feels like; inner turmoil.

    Hope you're doing great Shadow. I haven't been blogging in a long time but missed visiting.

    Take care girl~
    Calli

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