The Unbound (Poetry)

The Unbound

A shadow passes here in front of me

As my heart climbs these impossible heights

And races ever upward, unwitting of the cost

When gravity comes calling



And that shadow is a portent

As I vanish into the living canopy

And the fireflies flash and mingle with starlight

Of what will steal me back to reality



I bent the steel and set myself in irons

The chains cooled before I knew to flee

Fear has locked them firmly and forever

And vanished without a trace holding the key



I will chase that deep surrender

That horizon where venture's voice is clear

Where storm clouds pass like fleeting flickers

And give rise to waves of destiny



Hold your head up when you wander

That shadow chases but cannot win

And the man who is the damnedest

Ought not fear the righteous man



I am alive with too many skeletons

Set free by the wandering skies above

And when the fire in your eyes is calling

I'll know I don't have to walk alone



I was lost before the day was dawning

In the nebulous rebirth inside those eyes

And when the shackles fell away my teardrops

Burnt a hole in my heart ten galaxies wide



Hold your head up when you wander

That shadow chases but cannot win

And the man who is the damnedest

Ought not fear the righteous man



When the wingdrop crashes like a hurricane

And the talons of the past have you firm in hand

You will set yourself to spinning

And vanish from beneath the cell-made man



I will chase that deep surrender

That horizon where venture's voice is clear

Where storm clouds pass like fleeting flickers

And give rise to waves of destiny

Author's Notes

This is the first of two poems I'm going to share in this hub both which can double as song lyrics since that's what I originally wrote them as (as you can tell by the repeated portion).

As I mentioned in one of my previous hubs the idea of homecoming, of Odysseus fighting and clawing to get back home, or of wandering and adventuring far from home and having to make a journey back, are a hugely powerful theme emotionally for me. This idea that we all have some notion of contentment, some idea of what a home should be, some ideal archetypal home that just feels right when we're there and that finding that is immensely important.

The idea here in this one is that wandering is okay, not to fear doubt or uncharted waters but to hold your head high and do not fear what the wise and righteous who caution you against exploring say

Hold your head up when you wander

That shadow chases but cannot win

And the man who is the damnedest

Ought not fear the righteous man

Transient

Lay down on the wire

This altruism will end us quick

It is in my nature to self-destruct

To pass through the fire


The searing sun soars overhead

Moving more quickly with each day

Speeding toward the obstacle

That is standing in my way


The autumn moon hangs low tonight

Almost touching trees

I'd breathe a sigh of relief in spite

Of the fate that I've received


We are the transient voice of the chaos

The ever-flowing sand of the Cosmic clock

This cycle has sustained from forever long since past

And this dark dais is the force that everlasts


You'll never find yourself content

So set the hounds upon your own self

It is in your interest

To let it all burn down


But you're reaching the threshold

Ever meeting that horizon's angry gaze

Toward an equilibrium not easily won

Ever marching toward a forgotten grave


We seek the final age of woe

Of chaos and of light primordial

With a last gasp heading toward that expanse

To collapse and be reborn


No memory remains of that long journey made

Of the hungry souls thirsting for wine

No witches curse still binds with eldritch chains

No tempting ghouls creeping up behind


Once I was the wanderer

The forsaken and the lost

I selfishly made haste for home

I yearned for that familiar coast


I came to find the world I so desired

Was a distant flame flickering in memory

Divorced of meaning I found the truth

And met the West

Author's Notes

This one is more about cycles of wandering and homecoming but also touches upon the idea of sacrificing yourself for the better world to come. Human beings naturally possess altruism. It is in our nature as social creatures to help one another and to help the next generation in anyway we can.

In this case the sacrifice is to wander out and never return to the source, never return to the chaos, and meet the "West" head on.

"No memory remains of that long journey made

Of the hungry souls thirsting for wine

No witches curse still binds with eldritch chains

No tempting ghouls creeping up behind"


This is referring to the Odyssey and how Odysseus and his crew were often bewitched or hungry or thirsty. Circe attempts to keep Odysseus with her forever.

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whonunuwho 14 months ago from United States

Beautifully composed my friend. I read words written by a real artist and composer of lyrics. Well done. whonu


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Perspycacious 14 months ago from Today's America and The World Beyond

Good poem venture. Three cheers.

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