December 2, 2014

  • Promises of Doom and Gloom

    how many heroes have left the room
    after they couldn't take no more?
    what of the promises of doom and gloom
    were they broken when they closed the door?
    somewhere night has fallen
    it's fallen and can't get back up
    and I'm calling on you
    'cause I've fallen and can't get back up
    I'm calling on you

    there are no more heroes in the room
    they left at the break of day
    the silly promises of gloom and doom
    left us broken with nothing to say
    somewhere night has fallen
    it's fallen and can't get back up
    and you're counting on me
    to play the fallen hero again
    you're counting on me?

    this is not where I will meet my fate
    and I'm not taking the fall
    doom and gloom promises are out of date
    they are no longer posted on the wall
    a smile is fading
    it is fading into the darkness
    and I'm calling on you
    but you won't answer the telephone
    I'm fading away

Comments (3)

  • This has grabbed my heart. Perhaps because a friend's nephew committed suicide yesterday. He didn't tell his superiors but he told his father that he knew if he were deployed again to Afghanistan he wouldn't come back alive. He was due to leave in 10 days. He decided to kill himself. We are all shocked and saddened. This poem seems to capture the issue and brings tears...

  • This poem makes me want to hug you. Your writing is always very good. I wish you posted more on Xanga.
    I don't know if this particular writing is personal, present or past, or just a prompt, but if you are truly experiencing the sadness I feel eminating from the above, then I pray that you are able to get a response from those you need/want.
    Perhaps they are not phone people. I know I myself dont care for talking on the phone and rarely do. I will text since I dont have to talk. I will email, and write old fashioned cards and letters, but I don't use my phone as many do, carrying it all the time, checking it multiple times a day or even an hour, with streamlined information coming from the internet and other iphone users. That is too stressful and time consuming for me. In fact I keep my phone mailbox full so I dont get people selling stuff, bill collectors, wrong numbers etc leaving messages since it costs me to listen to them (yes, my old flip phone does charge to receive calls as well as make them). I figure friends, if I dont see their name show up when they call, if needing to reach me, know to try text, email, or snail-mail. Perhaps whomever you are reaching out to is like me.

  • you both blew me away with your comments. your comments both touched me, and ... wow. just wow.

    earlier today I spoke with a former bluegrass musician from Australia. he asked me if I was a songwriter. I told him I was a poet and had three books for sale online. we spoke a bit of why he left music behind him, focusing on people who got into music and into drugs and really bent things out of shape in their lives, to the point of killing something emotionally, spiritually, physically. we both knew someone involved in music that was affected by drug use, though the one I know is in the US.

    after we parted ways, I started thinking about Warren Zevon and that first line kinda sounded like something he might say. in my head I could hear a piano part like he wrote for his song, "Renegade."

    the third verse comes across like "Raining in Baltimore" by Counting Crows. this piece isn't about physical death, but the death of relationships. that line about "night has fallen and can't get back up" being about death.... never occurred to me. there's a lot of ways that this can be taken.

    the heroes I had in mind were like the fallen rock stars we let into our lives with their songs. we let them touch us with their words and we know how it feels, and we love them too deeply for it. when they die.... all they did was write a song which with we connected and became too intimately entwined. we let them live through us when we plug in Guitar Hero. but that wasn't spelled out in the song. I love what you bring to the message of the song. takes this to a higher level, a lower level, a broader meaning.

    no, this isn't autobiographical. it is a tiny amount of me that might be revealed here.

    I hope I didn't give away too many secrets here in what I was thinking when I wrote it. I want you to insert your own meanings into this piece and hope that it adds to your lives, that you somehow benefit from having read it. and if it keeps someone from doing something stupid.... then all I can do is :)

    thanks for the feedback. I appreciate hearing from you.

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