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In the Shallows of Lake Travis
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Commentary on Apocalypses If all of the humans in the world
could fit into Texas
Then all of the love in the world
could drown in Lake Travis
..In it's shallows
They called him a god
For ressurecting one man
So, needless to say,
It's understood
A mere great mortal
Can't even do that
I've Been To The Mountain Top
But can't rip bombers from their targets
Therefore, how could
Altruists ever negate
The mass slaughters
Led by the psychopaths
In the end, most people
Dangle between the wings
Of the angels and demons
Getting relentless beaten
By the hummingbirds of hell
While heavenly cygnus
Flaps single beat of defense,
Getting off a just one shield attempt
If all of the humans in the world
could fit into Texas
Then all of the love in the world
could drown in Lake Travis
..In it's shallows
You could drink of the water
and speak of what you felt
But know the water's been poisoned
by your own territorial pissing
There's nothing left to pray for
but silence
So stick your heads in the sand
of Texas
And leave us,
Leave love
To drown in the shallows of Lake Travis
Forgive me for this second
Forgive me for this second comment, which I hope is not an intrusion; but I just had to visit this amazing poem yet again. Especially the first and last stanzas, and the next to last stanzas. The poem reminds me of another poem, by Robert W. Chambers, a wonderfully frightening poem he titled, "Cassilda's Song," about the lost, mythical city, Carcosa. But I like your poem better.
Starward
It couldn't possibly be
It couldn't possibly be an intrusion. Thank you, quite dearly, for the incredible compliment. I felt really good about how this one turned out and I'm encouraged about the sharpening of my poetic senses due to your response, and another response I received off site. Now, I need to sit down with this poem by Robert W. Chambers you speak of.
Chambers' poem is short and
Chambers' poem is short and eerie. I hope you enjoy it.
Starward
You know, though it wasn't
You know, though it wasn't sparked intially by the title, but rather when I read the words, this poem is familiar in my memory. I'm vaguely recalling a connection between it and a science fiction exhibition. The eerie feeling, with all of it's leaden weight, could certainly be summed up by the feeling espoused in poem's second line: "The twin suns sink behind the lake." Quite a way to start his book.
But . . . much as I admire
But . . . much as I admire Chambers' poem (and it has haunted me for years), I admire yours even more.
Starward
This poem is very beautiful,
This poem is very beautiful, especially the circularity that begins and ends at Lake Travis. Brilliant!
Starward
Thank you very much :)
Thank you very much :)