Back to the crushing black deep,
Curtain shadow and starless black
Oil well swelled swirling black
Frost bitten dead toe black, cruelest of cruel cursing soul black
Crushing bastard black, rage thrashing sea.
Pass me the blade I will end this quick,
No more sinking from this sinking ship,
Leave the noose; pay the hangman’s tip,
Tie the boulders to this lead brick,
I am jumping from this revolving ship,
Throw me no more lines.
Further into deaths cloak black I sink,
Further deep into the dead man’s drink,
Passed the unforgiving Jack Frost brink,
Heavy iron binds the chains that link,
That pulls me to floor.
Let my lungs fill and sleep my mind away,
Away from quotes and all there meaningless bile,
Come into my mind for a day, then quote me a smile.
You keep scratching your hollow scrawl,
And I will remain dead eared upon the floor.
Pass me your hand; I will put it under the kettle,
Let’s test your resolve your inner metal,
And see if you can carry on,
Too much too soon?
Here is a broom, to sweep up your meaningless words.
Let me sink down further still,
To the black sacked cat sleeping drown
Seashell sounding whooshing drown
Dead patch eyed sipping sailor drown,
And on milky-way grains leave me to lie.
Where were you all years ago?
Before the acceptance, the circus show.
You have found your voice, along with your spine,
Well done for joining in at the correct and proper time,
And speaking from such a caring heart.
As I lay I look up through the black,
Tar beach sludge black
Oil glued winged bird black
Cancer lung black
Smoker’s death black, smoking black sea.
And in the dark of my pitiful demise,
I look to the heavens at broken skies,
I see a pair of marble pendulums looking down at me.
Golden rich deep brown eyes
Stab my heart with a lightning bolt jolt.
Eyes that hold with cobra stare,
Break down the dark, supply the air,
And lift my heart from its coal-black pit,
Gives me the strength, supplies my grit,
And from the grain I rise.
Her hair of raging black flames,
Wild burning bright illuminates blackest night,
All hell takes flight, vineyard soil of blackest sight,
Blackest, black hair.
I rise further still.
A smile that would make the ungodly pray,
Singing hallelujah, armies of trumpets play,
Pearl gates open to welcome coming day,
I want to reclaim my soul I say,
And so furthermore, I rise.
Passed the patch eyed sipping sailor,
Passed all the wing glued birds,
Passed Jack and his frosty brink,
Passed the ships of past times sink,
And all the forgotten souls. I rise.
And back to her arms I will always return
Back to her embrace, her heavenly burn,
I will always find the strength through my sinking demise,
To swim up towards broken bluer skies and meet her loving arms,
And so always, I shall rise.
Copyright © 2017 Charlie Hasler.
Powerful and beautiful
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Thank you, I really appreciate the feedback my friend.
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I enjoy reading your writing, you are very good.
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A masterpiece! Good work!
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Thank you so much, really kind of you to say!
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Absolutely intense and compelling!
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Thank you!
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You’re most welcome!
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I find that I can relate to some of your writing. Thank you for sharing this with us all to read. As someone else who is dealing with depression, i can understand how hard it is.
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My pleasure, I am glad you can relate to it. Thank you
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I’m reading this thinking that it could be the type of epic poem that’s studied in a class one day. My humble opinion is that it’s fantastic. I wish I could add it to a favourite list or something!!
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Thank you so much, I am glad you liked it. I really appreciate all your feedback, it is so supportive of my work and makes my day.
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I was left on the edge of my seat the whole time! Could really feel the emotion in this one. Loved it Charlie… really well done.
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Thanks Michelle, I really enjoyed writing this one. As always your support is solid and is hugely appreciated. I hope you are well x
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My pleasure Charlie, and thank you… I’m doing good. 🙂
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Very beautiful, Your description of the blackness is profound. I am glad that you fight to come back.
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Thank you !
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great as always
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Thanks mate, appreciate the comment!
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Simply amazing…it touched my heart! I’ve nominated you for the Liebster Award, here are the details: https://betweenthelines2017blog.wordpress.com/2017/07/13/the-liebster-award/
Be blessed!
Claudia
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Thank you so much Claudia! this was a lovely surprise to wake up too and has made my week!
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You’re very welcome, I adore your blog and your talent amazes me every time!
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Ps do I reply with my answers to this post?
cheers
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The idea is to post on your blog, copying the image of the award, then the answers, the random facts, your nominees, your own questions. A lot of work, I know…
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So beautiful
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This is so beautiful. I love it.
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Thank you, I am glad !
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I particularly love the lines-
“Further deep into the dead man’s drink,
Passed the unforgiving Jack Frost brink,”
But then the further I read into the poem, I can see an entirely different image. Not of one literally sinking under water or some weight but of one sinking into a habit, past the point of no return and yet that same love is always pulling you back in, even if it’s the same love that puts you under in the first place. I love a piece that can have so many interpretations. I know my brain doesn’t always read it the way it’s intended but I can’t help but imagine all the possibilities when you make it so easy to explore. -J
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I am glad you liked it, thank you for the comment, again, feedback like this is very rewarding and makes me feel very positive about my writing. Thank you
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The interaction via comments is personally my favorite part of the WP community and what worth does a “like” or a read have if you never hear what the person think and feels about it?
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Yes that is true, I agree.
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This piece is like an onslaught against the senses, a barrage that almost overwhelms . I found myself almost out of breath…… this is of course in a good way and is the key to it’s power Charlie, it left me reeling. The beauty is that it is so ‘from the heart’ and intense I actually ‘feel’ your thought process. For me they either ‘tumble’ out onto the page or had to be teased out, was this piece a tumbler or a teaser ?
My comments are of course merely opinion.
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Thanks the brilliant Nigel, this was a tumbler. To be honest I could of gone on with it, a lot of emotion went into it and I had to take a break for a day or 2 writing wise, doesn’t always all stay on the page
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How to be you? Wow…It makes me moved. I don’t know why. It’s amazing!
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Thank you very much John I really appreciate the kind words, I am glad you liked it
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Ya. And I hope so you will have more people to inspire with your kind words…Thank you! Don’t give up sharing something like this. It’s helpful.
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