Even thougn the child pleads abatement and succumbs wrath knows no compassion
wrath knows only of hurt pride and all consuming belief in denial of desire
When the child emerges painfully holding the pain that pulls bones apart
and says with all honesty they know they played a part; the sound of angels cry
Another one owned by the devil; We have lost again! How many more father?
How many more? When will this self loathing and self demanding contempt for man end?
How the beaten child affected by what it saw, and told it as a lie, will still know its truth
yet it responds instinctually squashing intuition and guidance for the trust of the familiar.
That Child will rise again though still run back to the only home it knows of;
where, cruelly, it did not die a thousand deaths and knew this to be safety.
Endlessly searching for the truth but never finding it stitting still and never wandering far enough to chase it
for it is afraid to wander too far from home. Where it must survive.
The child that was beaten to submission of anothers intent and carless moulding knows,
Faith has never been a beautiful risk.
hmmmm... there's something
hmmmm... there's something there, in this poem. Attention grabbing, real, deep, philosophical, spiritual. FANTASTIC last line. I don't know what to make of it, overall, though. Care to explain more? Maybe its late, and thats why I can't think.
Cheers,
Adam_San
Hey thanks! I wouldnt know how to pronounce your name
but i have re edited it and added an authors note. hope that helps Cheers SS
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
I realized that just now...
I realized that just now... so I changed it: アダム三 is basically way to say my first name in Japanese, "Adamu-san." So its still Adam. My name is on the profile now, too, in case it wasn't before.
Cheers,
Adam_San