War's End Kiss

[Sarongsongbluez89]

We've mdke a mockery of legend's past
taking the songs of those
brave enough to sing
and turning them into hopeless tragedies

We make our dreams bleed
through the restraints of our eyes
and our voices scream through
our closed mouths

Because comfort lies in the structured society of survival.

But we're sore...

The childlike intuition longs
for the fairytale of free people.
Yet our imagination is smothered
by shackled hearts
and broken hands.
Living for the overrated notoriety--
consumed by what we want,
forgetting what we have to offer.
We cry for all the wrong reasons.

And we're bruised...

From self-inflicted misery
like infants in the light of pride
We feign for it,
all the while blind to life.
Our selfish arms climb to the top
and we reach
and we stand in the light
and we stand in the glory
and we stand
...all alone.

Because we're dying...

Breaking others down with shared devices
just to take strength,
just to make them weak;
because we want them to feel
what we feel

Ripped apart
from the comforts we were born into
and the echoed cries
of the unfortunates.

NO RESULTS FOUND FOR "inspiration"

So the seas dare us to swim across
to land on ground underdeveloped
where reality will wipe the blood from our eyes
so we can see
and and screams soften to songs,

and I'll be there
and they will see

the fringes of her sarong
strumming the chords to the verses
of her song
carried by the dancing grains of sand
to revive the heartbeat in those
of a dying land
with lyrics of a prayer
that will never fall through their hands again.

And when we return
our voices will be heard
because we are brave enough to sing
and legends' past
will be smiling

[revolutionrabbit]

good poem, I'm wondering though, is this part of other poems,
I'm trying to see through your eyes, I always try to look through
the poet's eyes, mine and yours, as a poem like this one took
a lot of thought, did it not?

[hester_prynne]

"brave enough to sing"
Pow erful words
Delight ful words.

No thought necessary with this much heart, i'd say.
REEEEE lly enjoyed reading this and I also like your name.
H

[Sarongsongbluez89]

good poem, I'm wondering though, is this part of other poems,
I'm trying to see through your eyes, I always try to look through
the poet's eyes, mine and yours, as a poem like this one took
a lot of thought, did it not?

You're correct, this was actually two poems I put together. The first two lines came into my head about a year ago and it stuck with me. Finally, I just took that thought and let the words stem from there.

Sorry for the grammatical errors, I was kind of falling asleep.

[Sarongsongbluez89]

"brave enough to sing"
Pow erful words
Delight ful words.

No thought necessary with this much heart, i'd say.
REEEEE lly enjoyed reading this and I also like your name.
H

Thanks! "Sarong Song" is a nickname of mine because when I'm not working, I'm typically in a sarong--and I have blue eyes. But I'm glad you enjoyed reading this, a lot of heart was put into it. Freedom for the soul is my mission in life

[revolutionrabbit]

yeah, i love the first lines, and the whole poem works well.

[Doreen Peri]

Hi Sarongsong! Welcome to the Studio.

Painful piece.... very real and honest. I like it.

I like the ending best... where there seems to be some positive redemption.

the fringes of her sarong
strumming the chords to the verses
of her song
carried by the dancing grains of sand
to revive the heartbeat in those
of a dying land
with lyrics of a prayer
that will never fall through their hands again.

And when we return
our voices will be heard
because we are brave enough to sing
and legends' past
will be smiling

very nice.

[Sarongsongbluez89]

Thank you. I love this website so far. Over the years I've realized that most of my pieces are laced with slight melancholy, but end in hope and determination. I believe that's how things should be.

[Doreen Peri]

I'm glad you like it here so far! I hope you'll stick around and post more of your writings. I like your style.

I agree with you.... ending in hope and determination IS the way life should be.

AND... that, in my opinion, is a huge part of what life's about. Tension and resolve. Overcoming obstacles. And it's also what good literature and good poetry do.

Tension and resolve. Good music does it, too.

[revolutionrabbit]

"laced with slight melancholy"

that is not something to cover up, with now some attempt at positive sounding.

unless that is how you see things, poetry is about all the blues, and all the brave, it works best when it is not just words that attempt to fill some vacuum, to cover the blues, to hide the dark shadows, behind some rhetoric that puts on a happy face, or an over determined face.Poetry is an unruly mask in a unplanned carnival of calamity.If your starting line sets up the poem, it does not follow that that the last line would be the punch line, the punch was there with the first stanza.If you can follow that to the end, so be it.

and one other thing, beware of those who put on happy faces.

[Doreen Peri]

Yeah, everyone with a smiling face is a phony and not to be trusted. Nobody could truly feel good about life like that. It's got to be fake and I wouldn't trust them as far as I could throw them.

lol

But seriously.... Of course one of the primary purposes of poetry is honesty. Let it bleed right out of your pen. Cry it out straight from the depths of your being right through your heart, down your fingers and out of your pen! Rock on with your unplanned unruly carnival of calamity! Oh yeah!

But I love hope. I love that part of life.

AND... poetry IS life. It is alive. Hope and a positive outlook are an important part of life. To go through all the pain and anguish and despair... to survive the human condition... to get beat up by the endless relentless shit that happens.... go get persecuted and tried ... to get run down by the train because you can't help it because life sometimes forces you to stand in the middle of the train tracks... ... But then..... YOU GET UP! ... You rise up with hope! You DID it! You survived it and the war did not kill you! You have hope for making it through another day.

This is the essence of the human spirit and it is NOT phony. No, not at all. It is quite real and important. It's not just a happy face on the outside which human beings put on after the turmoil.... it is the glow of their inner being shining through their eyes! It is the hope that keeps us going.

I'm all for expressing all emotions and all experiences in poetry.... no matter how ugly or painful or disturbing or traumatic... But I particularly like when the human spirit is hopeful, despite all of that. For real.

Just rambling. Thanks for listening.

[Sarongsongbluez89]

"laced with slight melancholy"

that is not something to cover up, with now some attempt at positive sounding.

.

It's not really how I see things, it's how I feel them and the melancholy comes from the understanding of the unfortunate way some things can be, but since I'm not the type of person to let those things consume me, I seek out hope in any situation.

I was a little confused about what you said above...

[Lightning Rod]

I love these/this poems
it swept me, dragged me along
it coaxed and demurred

[revolutionrabbit]

well Sarong, you mentioned it, the melancholy thing, which is a word like any other that one encounters in life and in a poem, a word that nevertheless hold what meaning you place upon it in the given context, the meaning of the word however takes on various forms in the medium of the poem as does any word in the context of the poem, as the reference was something like you use to write more in a melancholic way or some such, i can't see the reference now because i would have to go back to it, what i was referring to is that we are talking about psychological states, and that is a whole topic, and we are talking about how those states affect the poem and the poet, and poets have always been affected by these states like anybody else, however when the poem puts their feelings into words, put their feelings to the test, then these feelings and states are either merely a reflection of these feelings and or they go some transformation through the actually experience of writing them down.Then we are talking about the realm of the poem proper, and how feeling and mental states, high, low, up down, in out, all take on a whole other form, it is then depending on the poet and the poets intent that moves through levels of raising the emotional content, through the will of the poet.Nevertheless depending on what a poet brings to the poem through life experience and through their own understanding of how this all intertwines and weaves around these states in the world at large.

So to reiterate, it is not so much that you set out to write a melancholy poem, or set out to write a up lifting poem, it is that these states are wrapped around the whole fabric of the poem, and the creative style of the writer.I could be more direct in what i think, or i could be more indirect, i could sound totally depressing to some one that tries to write poetry and sound all fluffy and bright like a hallmark card.I don't think saying that the poem is now filled with some inspiring insight that unfailingly casts off any sad feelings, and shines like a bright shining sword is really what a poet does, or rather it could take on that aspect, again depending on the context from which it was written at the moment.
and I could write a whole book on this subject.

peace

[GodModule]

Bec! Well, you've certainly ignited some powerful conversation here. I'm not surprised.

Beautiful poem.

Breaking others down with shared devices
just to take strength,
just to make them weak;
because we want them to feel
what we feel

Yeesh! That sure hits home for me right now. We (my parents and I) have been going through a hell of a time over here with a loved one, and that sums it up with such eloquence. It's funny how good poetry has a way of reminding us that even the ugliest situations in life are inherently beautiful.

I love it. So glad you decided to start posting here!