And Nameless, Yet
In the end was it in pride I brought the downfall?
For all my lovers heard the last of me
And lovers cursed the best in me
thus the worst remains and I lay broken on a shelf
To thus decay
I lie a thousand years in open wind and open wounds
I open worlds of thought to squander on eternity inane
to wake upon a rocky bed of angst unyielding
where all the desert empties to a wayward heart
I watch the universe collapse around it
I see the body wilt and freckle in the sun
I add a thousand wounds upon my winded frame
and I wait here evermore but why
I pray here evermore to hide
and unto You these empty eyes do open to confide
posted by Deirdre on 3:07 AM
Don't Let Them Leave Me Here Alone
Please take me home now
where have I wandered
where was I going, where did I go
and can you take me home or kill me
I can't get off, I'm tired of spinning
I've done my rounds of failed repentance
how the hell can I pay my penance
I'm so tired of all the spinning
and I cannot understand Your grace
This morning, took one look at my reflection as I stopped to splash my face
I couldn't not wake up, I could not wake the older me
hardly can remember who I used to be
You're not on the outside, I'm on the inside looking out for me
but you don't see me, you can't see me
you can see all, but please don't see me
Please, take me home
I'm hardly worth my time
I'm hardly worth my lust
Take my life and take my lack of trust
Jesus, take me
take me with my innocence and dignity
Please, take me home
posted by Deirdre on 1:29 AM
Six Feet To Abaddon
Hell, oh sweet hell,
How low lay thee, yet
We say you hello
And goodbye, halos
For the world bid adieu to the fallen angels
And dirges on dirt dance we freely above
since six feet in all
eternally loved
O, why raise a hand
or rise they to stand
when hide we the monster
in ever'y man
for they ever-sleeping, never to waken
sow we white fields of men burning and breaking
------About this poem------
Abaddon is the Koinh Greek word for the lake of fire and bottomless pit; also defined simply as destruction. Often we think of this place as "Hell", but Biblically, Hell is the excruciatingly hot waiting place where the souls of the unredeemed wait for King Jesus to judge them. As it is written, "It is appointed to every man to die once and then the judgment". For the sake of poetic artistry and due to the general acceptance of "Hell" as the eternal lake of fire, I have also referred to the bottomless pit as just such.
For artistic spoiler for those who would usually overlook the less obvious... there are hidden words in this poem, as I tend to place hidden words, phrases, even mini poems within the bodies of my work. The obvious one in this poem is "Hallelujah" in the second line of the first stanza.
The premise of this piece is that all of mankind conceals a monster. And we all walk the thin line between this life and God's impending judgment. We are all guilty: those below and those above. Only those who have reconciled that fact remain above to partake in the dirge for the twice dead.
This work actually takes multiple viewpoints. The first being the divine justice or God. Hell is His answer to mankind's free will to play god and give Him the finger. "Sweet" may appear awkward, but it defines the eventual return to universal balance. The fallen angels are both literal and metaphorical; metaphorically, they are the self-righteous and feared of man. They are those who fear not the Living God.
Those who live on are eternally loved, but not in the sense that God didn't love the aforementioned. It's in His perfect love and purity of justice that unrepentant sin and rebellion must be judged and thereby honored. Man chose not God; God honored his decision by sealing the unfathomable divide in eternal separation of Creator from rebellious creation.
Note that the redeemed don't celebrate the destruction of the unrepentant. They sing a dirge for them.
"O, why raise a hand or rise they to stand when hide we the monster in ever'y man" speaks of how Hell is hopelessly unescapable. It is pointless to try and differentiate between our varieties of sinfulness because we each--redeemed or not--are the monsters. We earned that one simple equality.
"for they ever-sleeping, never to waken
so we white fields of men burning and breaking" is obvious, yet complicated, deeper. Jesus told His disciples while in Samaria that the fields were "white unto harvest". They were to preach the Good News of salvation--forgiveness from sin--unto the ends of the world. The souls of man would be their harvest. So this line "so we white fields of men burning and breaking" is a play on words contrasting Abaddon with the words of Christ. In contrast, their souls now seed the unsearchable depths of Hell, germinating in unending decay and eternal heat so white; a constant breaking of bones and gnashing of teeth.
Talk about painting with dark colors. I find much untapped beauty in a melancholy denouement. God bless you all.
posted by Deirdre on 9:28 AM
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