One will rise, one will fall.
All in one, all will give way.
He will summon monsters.
He will save the souls.
He will put the stars in place and the planets in orbit and breathe life into being.
Then take it all away.
But before he is, he must become.
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This is part of a story I wrote for a class a while ago. The character Matthias awakes in a barn, and is followed by his doppelganger through a field outside to a cottage. Before the double can kill him, he realizes his own power to control his environment and summons weapons to kill the double.
Hopefully this will be accessible to most. I'd appreciate critique and comments on the poem's story line. The prophecy, fulfilled, splits the skies.
Amongst trumpets sounding are the voices of an angelic throng.
They proclaim the warning emboldening him to rise:
"Dimly lit, the walls
In your bedroom there,
Sitting on your chair,
Is that fiendish ghost again.
Run little child,
Your mother couldn’t confess.
The door was sealed.
The wounds were healed.
Now sifting through a memory,
A wave lashes at your castle,
The walls fall in,
It’s no matter;
The King will build another."
He wears the name as a golden crown.
His name is ascending, his name is glory.
Born out of the duality of natures,
he rises from the ashes of insanity.
Stopping time before the mirror of his mind's eye,
he stops the bullets racing towards his head.
Looking down to his heavy hands,
he sees the two Berettas loaded and menacing.
Then pulling back the smooth triggers,
he lets the loud, sharp bullets fly about
and careen toward his ghastly foe the double,
pushing their way through that evil familiar skull.
Screaming above the triumph in the skies, he cries:
I have killed myself yet here I stand.
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As I see it - Finding the reality of lif
Written by Koobla (8 comments posted) 26th February 2008 | The narrative to me is finding oneself, or should I say, awakening to oneself, understanding the human condition. The story is Mathiasrising, you are Mathiasrising, your story, it seems to me, is that you have understood life's mystery and reality and you have chosen who to be and survived.
And there is this identification with the various religious traditions, or at least the language used recognises these traditions - 'prophecy, trumpets, angelic throng', etc. Eastern belief systems recognise that gods, or God even, are within each individual, with no external reality, our highest and lowest ideals - I get this kind of feeling here.
It's nicely done, the 'Ghostly' feel to the story - what do we make of these ideas that don't seem to want to verbalise themselves in our heads?
Anyway, it makes me think and that's my kind of poetry. Now, where's that laudunum?
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Written by Matthiasrising (32 comments posted) 26th February 2008 | Thank you for your response. The character from my story was an inspiration for my user name. I don't really know how well I have mastered the mysteries of life.
Probably not even close. But I appreciate the sentiment.
Laudunum? | Laudunum
Written by Koobla (8 comments posted) 27th February 2008 | One of my poet heroes was Sam Taylor Coleridge who was addicted to laudunum - a mixture of opium and stuff - he was famous for his drug induced imagery, which the latter few lines of your poem reminded me of...
disclaimer ... I am not in any which way making any allegations, allusions or suggestions.... haha!
Koobla
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Written by Toad (100 comments posted) 27th February 2008 | Ever have a dream like this, where you're being chased by a dark figure, and evade it only to discover that it's still there?
The first instinct is to run from this part of ourself that seems dark, scary, and unacceptable... but it's not evil, it's just been pushed into our own darkness.
The next step is turning to face it, as you do in this poem. But don't shoot him! Ask him what he wants, who he is, because he's you. If you kill him, you'll only be half a man.
Any of this making sense? |
Written by Matthiasrising (32 comments posted) 27th February 2008 | Koobla- I looked up laudunum (sp laudanum) and found references to an opiate. I didn't know for sure that was what you meant, but now you have confirmed my suspicions. I appreciate the reference. I like poetry written about or in a drug, dreaming, or euphoric state. So I add those images or feelings to some of my work. Good job hunting that down.
Toad- I most definitely have had dreams such as that. In this poem-story the double is evil, it is not half of the man, but simply a metaphor for the darkness in the man himself. Remember, the double had the guns first. Matthias, just used his powers to make himself have them...if that makes any sense.
Matthias represents human kind- in a becoming-enlightened sort of way.
Thanks all |
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