Under What's Below Me
Kill the poet
He of God
Speak not his words
Bury them deep in shelves
Forgetting them all together
Under clouds of dust and dust
Kill her soul
She of God
Call her Liar
Leaving her mind to rot
Into the pews where she's forgotten
Under lost child she ascends to forever
Kill our Karma
Minds of Budah
Reading Darma and scripture
Leaving meaning and existence to routine
Drowning so fast in denial
Under who we should and always be
My Beautiful you
Seems I have forgotten
Waking alone to remind me
So sadly I misread your words
The beauty of every yesterday
Under what my heart will never know again
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Multiple Readings
Wrong Virtu,
I have given this piece multiple readings and I still don't believe that I have zeroed in on your ultimate message. Could you elucidate a bit on that for me so that my appreciation level for the piece may grow exponentially.
Rhanks,
Pete
To everything and nothing
Pete,
First off that is a beautiful name. So simple. Away with the unique and abstract.
To your question: I try to see the beauty in everything, though that seems to not always be the case. This poem is about myself and two beautiful angelic beings of life. I was in love with both of them, though the beauty of death took them both away from me. Each had their own belief on God, Life and the world. And both were mocked for that belief. Suicide, it seems, was their ultimate answer. I ask that the world not listen to what I have to say. For I have given up on all of life and its beauty. I did not listen to their words as I should have done and now I am left with nothing. Only the memory of what I had, though, it too, seems to be fading.
I am not sure if I have answered your question fully, or even come close to what you had in mind, but this is what I am giving you. For what it's worth...
I Appreciate The Breakdown
Virtu,
Your breakdown was a great deal of help in my understanding of your piece. I truly appreciate the response.
Have you had any occasion to read any of my brain drippings? You just might find one or two to your liking.
Have a great day,
Pete