Death Diary - Endymion

endymion, I predict you will go far with your writing.

Alright Edgarblythe?

I'm glad you're around

I've just been over in the Asia Forum, talking about Indian food. I'm into cooking my own - but I can never get it to taste as good as from my local restaurant (whose take-aways are restaurant standard). They were very helpful on the Asia Forum
Its a friendly site - never been there before.

I've decided to try and stay away from the political sites for a while -
they just do my head in - so what's the point?

To be fair, I'm probably not in the right frame of mind to talk bollock-tits
... I dunno, I'm pretty sick of repeating myself.
Here in Britain the Government and media keep going on about the people being scared out of their wits. Don't you believe it.
It's not fear - it's anger
(man, there I go again...)

I think what you're doing on the 'Some Unforgettable People' thread is quality by the way.
I'm going to focus on this thread now. I think it's where I'm meant to be.
Like I said, I'm glad that you're around.

Peace,
Endy

A truely wise move I think

Yeah, Wisdom - that's my middle name not

It's Friday night and time for a drink.
Time to write some ****
This is the Death Thread - so getting back to it.




Death and More Death


Death above me * Death below

Death with precision * Death stealing slow

Death unexpected * Death in a look

Death by misadventure * Death by the book

Death without reason * Death without care

Death over here * Death over there

Death of a true friend * Death of a lover

Death of a small child * Death of its mother

Death of all seasons * Death of all Hope

Death by a bullet * Death by rope

Death of liberty * Death of trust

Death of an era * Death unjust

Take your pick * Death ain't fussed







Endymion 2006

I'm in complete agreement with you on that, edgar.
In fact, I'm so certain of this that I'm considering offering my services as Endy's official publicist!
Seriously, it is wonderful writing. You've got the gift, Endy!

Re-browsing - I like "Tonight". And "I am already dead". (from June)

I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have this place to post up my writing. I'm sorry if I don't know quite what to say to people when they post a comment - thank you Edgar and Msolga - that's all.

One thing I do know - if it wasn't for the internet no one would be reading this stuff.
This weekend I expect to do quite a lot of writing.
Good or bad - I don't know what else to do right now- but keep going.

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War Madness


Entering
The dark Ages

Oh War
Cold brutality
Crippled by your
Total madness
The hidden soul
Buried deep
Retreats in sadness

Learning ways
To stay alive
To help the newest
Hope survive
Just can't sleep
Then wake up screaming
Back on Earth
The soul was dreaming

Oh War
Cold brutality
Crippled by your
Total madness
Lonely death
Wish
War would cease
And every soul could have its peace

But there's denial
In all our lands
And no one cares
Or understands
How desperately mad I am
For peace

I'm saying

Oh War
Cold brutality
Crippled by your
Total madness
The hidden soul
Buried deep
Retreats in sadness



Endymion 2006

thanks for letting me know nimh

Endy

Keep writing & we'll keep reading.

May I share a gentle "anti-war"/pro-life (in the best sense!) poem, written many, many moons ago by E E Cummings? It's an old favourite of mine from yonks ago. I hope that's OK.:

my sweet old etcetera


my sweet old etcetera

aunt lucy during the recent

war could and what

is more did tell you just

what everybody was fighting

for,

my sister

isabel created hundreds

(and

hundreds) of socks not to

mention shirts fleaproof earwarmers

etcetera wristers etcetera, my

mother hoped that

I would die etcetera

bravely of course my father used

to become hoarse talking about how it was

a privilege and if only he

could meanwhile my

self etcetera lay quietly

in the deep mud et

cetera

(dreaming,

et

cetera, of

Your smile

eyes knees and of your Etcetera)


--E. E. Cummings

Its more than okay Msolga - thanks for sharing that.

I'm going to get some sleep now (Its 04:30) and I'm done in.

Here's one more to add.





For a Friend


We stood up together
And man, was I nervous
Unable to stop my fingers
Returning to my pocket
Time and time again
Perhaps because you asked me
About every thirty seconds
"Have you got the ring?"

We got drunk together
When you became a dad
Sitting in the kitchen
Eating Chinese curries
And drinking Champagne
Every time the phone rang
Again it was your mum
Shouting
"You did it….you did it, son."

That was five years ago
Now you're dead and gone
Time has slipped
Quickly by
And you should see your son
He doesn't look a bit like you
He's handsome like his mum




Endymion 2006

That's the life I want now...

Such a moving poem of loss, your last one, Endy.
I find myself wondering what happened to your friend. (I have imagined lots of possible explanations, all quite sad & dispiriting.) But how sad, the life & the beauty he is missing.

He was a very good friend

We spent a lot of our time insulting each other!
That's the one happy thing that stays in my mind whenever I think about him. That's why the poem ends as it does - in a backhanded insult. This might seem strange to some people - but it's a measure of deep respect - I'm glad you understood, Msolga

The Burden


Fold under
Mindless pressure
Numb and wordless
Unresponsive
Drowned in shadow
Reduced man
Weighs the burden

On the avenue
All is peaceful
But behind
His closed curtain
The frozen man
Stares at the ceiling
Woken
To a world without meaning

Tend the whole
Ignore the broken
Label them
With some small token
Crippled man
At last has spoken

"Weigh the burden"


Endymion 2006

That last line makes me smile each time I read it, Endy.





(Please call me Olga. msolga is my old Abuzz name. Makes me feel like a school teacher - which I am! :wink: )

Thanks Olga, I'm honoured - it's an interesting name and much easier for me to spell! :wink:

Looking back at the Past
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Falling
Further from the sun each day
Dropping far below
Earth's
Familiar curve
Alone
I watch the world slip away
Shooting backward into night
A strange vacuum of time
And fellow man
Left far behind
No hand
To grasp
No safety line snapping fast
As on the edge
Of an eternal flight
I understand the fight
I see the truth now
At last
As I face my past




Endymion 2006
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This one I wrote today.
Thanks for reading it.

Peace,
Endy

I read The Burden last night, Endy, & tried to post a response. No success. It is too difficult to put into words. I know that feeling. You catch it scarily well.

Hi Olga
I had a similar thing happen late night when I was responding to your response.
I found myself trying to put something into words - while the passage got longer and longer and I wasn't getting any closer to explaining or saying what I meant to say.
In the end I deleted the whole thing!




I feel very awkward (not to mention reticent of) talking about my **** outside of the poetry.
So I understand when you say 'it's too difficult to put into words"

I'm sorry for your pain

Peace,
Endy