They Say...


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    • JonTalbain
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    They Say...

    When a man is desolate, his soul is as bare

    As bare as the parched ground of the African Sub-Sahara

    Or is he is rent as the Whore of Babylon we’ve not yet seen?

    Could it be he’s distraught like a tsunami about to impact?

    Or is it his impending doom, the way one feels when a nuclear strike looms over your head?


    Is it like the Crossroads of life, where every decision has its consequence?

    When a man is so deserted, naked and desolate, it’s like the world becomes the HIV eating away at his defenses, leaving him exposed like the poorest of the poor and simultaneously stripping him of his masculinity, as if he were a eunuch anew

    Say it is worse, but a cancer, or a hunger that gnaws away at his flesh and his soul

    Or even deeper still, is his desolation a result of his isolation from the rest of the world

    That the mark of his pain, his misery is seen in his right hand, the evidence of his faith by which is clearly seen and known?


    They say when a Man is desperate and desolate, his mind shuts down, his heart, desiccate but his spirit laid bare like a fresh corpse for the tomb

    He knows only survival, yet he’s doomed to fail like this anyway

    By which he breathes and lives, like the moments he spends with his Whores, his playthings, so to is he to be played

    Like a harp from Hell; Where is this mark of desolation, you ask me?

    They say a man wears it upon his neck like the mark of a Vampire

    On upon his heart like its heavy with a burden

    Maybe upon his back; did he relieve Atlas of his burden?

    Despicable it seems; mayhap the truth of his loss, his unyielding despair likens itself to a blade plunged into his gullet

    To rip free his entrails

    Or is it the details of his scenario?

    Does he hope the water from the Side of Christ free him from his momentary Inferno

    Or is it his lost to the Circle of Violence

    Ah but now he awakes

    A shade in a grove of Suicides

    Because its not lawful for him to possess what he’s robbed himself

    So it would seem,

    Like the dried river bed he walks on

    Leading nowhere but eternal ruin


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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

    JonTalbain’s Poems (75)

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    Happily Ever After (Part 2) 1
    Confessions of the soul 2
    Perdition 3
    Somebody Already Broke My Heart 3
    The story untold 1
    Drive Me Insane 2
    So Tired 0
    A Child's Hell 2
    They Say... 0
    You 0
    Goodbye 1
    Self Destruction 1
    Asylum 0
    The Coming Rainstorm (Pt.2) 1
    Waking up inside 0
    Tell me Which is You? 1
    A Glimpse 1
    Slash 2
    Breezes 1
    Silenced 2
    The Emotional Runaway Train 1
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    Into the Wastelands 1
    And So it Seems that... 3
    Holding on tight 1
    The Silence 1
    The Warriors Ethos 1
    The Coming Rainstorm 1
    Whatever it may be 2
    Suffering 4
    Memories 3
    Inevitable 2
    My Truth 1
    Whispers... 2
    You know what to say 2
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    Who I am 5
    This is how it works.... 1
    Come 1
    Shaken 1
    When Love Truly Awakens 2
    Transcending Love 3
    Maybe its just... 1
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    the pain 1
    really? 0
    A lost soul 0
    Remember me 1
    Drowning 1
    The darkness 0
    ??? 0
    Calling for help 0
    Empty 0
    naptime 0
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    A prayer 0
    Moonlight 0
    Armageddon 0
    A Kiss 0
    Drawn in 0
    whispers 0
    Am I wrong? 1
    From the pen of a soldier... 1
    For Once Upon a Time... 1
    The Flame... 0
    When all your wishes... 0
    Dancing again... 1
    unsure 1
    You see today... 1
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