Monday, June 16, 2014

The Final Church Bells




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We walk this earth sightless down cracked empty streets
led by our thoughts conceived in darkness,
turning to dark needs when they’re born.
And that’s why I walk, my legs driving me forward
by a restlessness I cannot control
and a restraint that is threatening to break,
as the fork ahead draws nearer to the clock that tells no time,
I am damned no matter what; let the final church bells chime.


7 comments:

  1. Wow this is quite powerful and emotive...I love this.

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  2. def...and nice rhythm and rhyme...makes it feel a bit haunting...and hey when presented with those kinda odds...the clock that tells no time is a cool turn of phrase as well...

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  3. That first line is really amazing Shadow....I think sometimes there is a restless spirit within a writer...that drives them forward to write more to say what has not been attempted to be said....you have that true talent to say the unspoken. It is a gift. :-)

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  4. As though we are mere servants and subjects of old father time.. .

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  5. Aww fuck that "damned no matter what" Shadow if we're blind the dark road is no better than the lirt one is it? I bear my dark needs always ifind them tasty at times even when i know i can't afford them anymore. The one thing the blind from birth will always have is pure memory.

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  6. The clock may well tell no time but, when it does, I don't think this will mean you/me/us are damned.

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  7. Yeah, I've been there, but one's eternal damnation is often not as secure as far too many have been led to believe. Of course, the devil really is in the details.

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