slipped between the moments
not subject to duration
i find you (frozen?)
vox-less, at mercy to my whims
and my whims they are many
afterward, gears going again,
i also sing love songs
never having known it,
but i have passion,
and i trade it blow by blow,
and never give an inch
until cut short by her voice, the youngest
that she has never known love
and i see the emperor in all his splendor.
(Facile reading of Sartre notwithstanding.)
Author's Notes/Comments:
This is about an incident in my philosophy class years ago. I suddenly noticed a while ago that this poem taken in a bad light might have darker connotations, it shouldn't but I like the fact that it could. Call me perverse. I thouhgt i would add some more expository text: we were writing essays on the existential idea of love, with Sartre, Nagel, and forget who else, as our text, anyway, i was arguing fiercely about a paradigm of nagel's as if i had experience it, which i hadn't, in fact i had never been in love before, so when the youngest member of the class admitted that she wasn't able to add to the conversation because she had never been in love, i had an epiphany.
i like this and i understand what you are saying. you find you have something in common with somebody else and that you both have did the same things in result.
I,Myself had also sang love songs without ever knowing it
and i myself also traded blows...
but the point at which i had an epiphany i began to really live my friend in each and every sense of the word...
i live through the poem "For You"
I breathe "Awake"
I feel "Wanting"
I hate through "See You In Hell"
and i Finally Love and regret through "My Plague"
check all of those out in my portfolio if you want and tell me what you think through your honest and helpful criticisms...
But if someway or the other you don't care to see all of those at LEAST check out "For You" because it seems to be my best and most popular poem...
Thank You
"My Poems Are My Epiphanies"
-Legend-