The Death Of Reason

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    The Death Of Reason


    In the prison known as Reason
    Where our memories peer through bars
    In that hell which has no seasons
    Where the darkness has no stars
    All our questions have no answers
    Inside ourselves we've learned to hide
    In the front row by the dancers
    To our lovers we have lied
    All our demons have us held down
    As we hear the church bell ring
    Is the preacher still in our town?
    Does he know one god-damned thing?
    "No he doesn't!", screams the deacon
    As he pours himself a drink
    For the christ that was our beacon
    Has now led us to the brink
    We stare down into the abyss
    Where the breakers crash on stone
    To the mirror we blow a kiss
    Before we leave ourselves alone
    Now our glass is filled with sorrow
    And the Promise is not kept
    In the darkness of tomorrow
    Where we believe the angels slept
    Is the prison we call Reason
    Where our hell's arouund the bend
    It is now our final season
    And we've finally reached our end.

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    ginga commented on The Death Of Reason

    01-06-2010

    feather, the rhythm and rhyme in this poem are superb. I liked all the examples of "reason" and so much in here is a life expereince that is oh so true. I appreciate the candor and folly. ginga
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    stellar commented on The Death Of Reason

    10-22-2009

    You are indeed a romantic poet...In a way that you don't conform that reason is the only thing...It's like we are humans too..we have a heart....similar thought to my "What is life"..Sad thing is if we submit ourselves to the system without reactions we are no better than robots....The thought is we are humans..thanks for sharing...
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    optimistic commented on The Death Of Reason

    07-18-2009

    'Very deep in thought on th prison of reason, it seems you step out of bounds with the mere fact that life really exist. I thought this poem was powerful with the metaphors and symbols to create a thought on a lot of society and how we act.
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    JEAGLEFEATHER

    07/26/2009

    Thanks for the comment. I enjoy reading the comments because it lets me remember that poetry is able to touch each reader in a different way. Thanks for being "optimistic". Justin

    susanismith commented on The Death Of Reason

    07-17-2009

    The way you write..it's.very bold...You've questioned reality a time or two...fighting the thoughts in your head and letting it flow with the words you have written...sensing a lot of pain and being let down (disloyalty...distrust...) Why else would death or reason be prision? maybe confusion...most see it as freedom from the cruel reality...I could be reading it all wrong, and if I did I truly apologize...but that is the way it came to me when I read these words...I loved it...It sucks you in from the first all the way to the end...not wanting it too only because the flow was so transending...smooth...louring...I can't wait to read more...Again if my eyes saw different, please take it no way as an insult.
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    JEAGLEFEATHER

    07/17/2009

    Thank you so much for your comments about this poem.Never worry as to whether or not you interpretted a poem "correctly" or not. An author writes a poem from within themself; however in the universal realm of the poem, it is the reader's own experiences that define a poem. The words of the author join the experiences of the reader and meld together and work as one to develop a unique perception. I as the poet hope that I can pour my soul onto the paper and do so in such a way that it connects to the reader's soul and bring laughter, tears, observation or perhaps self-observation. I thank you for your contribution. I enjoy seeing all of the many varried perceptions that my words can generate & I especially thank you for sharing yours. You can always reach me more easily by email at justin_eaglefeather_001@yahoo.com Once again Thank You. I hope to hear from you again soon. Sincerely. Jstin

    lightcourier commented on The Death Of Reason

    07-06-2009

    Enjoyed reading this again. Stepping outside the bounds of self awareness and reason have always intrigued me. Nice work!
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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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