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Of Aching Lungs and Twisted Tongues (Poem)

Updated on January 27, 2016
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Titen-Sxull writes articles on topics such as religion and skepticism - original poetry and short-stories - and film/tv/book/game reviews.

Author's Note

As with most of my poems this one doubles as song lyrics or at least I think they would work with the right music behind it. This is part of themed "album" I wrote for shits n giggles which I called HOME. In it I attempted to finally get out of my system the Greek mythology and Odysseus themes regarding sailing that I always end up using as well as the theme of HOMECOMING that so many of my poems have taken on over time.

This one is a bit different because there is a love element to it as the speaker attempts to reconcile himself with a lost lover after going wandering. He's tried everything to make it back to her, which relates to the Odysseus theme of trying to make it back to Ithaca and Penelope even as all manner of obstacles, some of them other women, come up.

Of Aching Lungs and Twisted Tongues

Longing to touch the wind
Find that intangible heart beating
Restart the whole thing over again
And I won't be found lacking

I'm built of broken, forsaken dreams
A thousand thoughts left smoldering
Burning beyond the horizon just out of reach

I wandered into the sun, flew too high
Now I begin to fall, into the sea
Swimming for my life with lungs aching

Is it my fate to find my way
Through the labyrinth of your puzzled heart?
And every valve is flushed with feeling
Every second on the clock hits me hard

I'm on a throne of splintered thoughts
Goals left like coals burning in the dark
Until the sun rises and I haunt you like the morning moon

I'm hanging around late into the afternoon
Until my reflection fails to find your favor
Dancing with the other skeletons

I could tell my tales
Of aching lungs and twisted tongues
Of how I pleaded at your altar

I could set my sails
For the distant shores on which I sought her
Oh, how I long for the smell of home

The sands of a thousand shores locked in these bones
The whims of a hundred whores prying me from your arms
And every word whispered on the wind reminding me
That I am yours

I could tell my tales
Of stormy seas and northward gales
Of how defeated I am without you

I could set my sails
For the forgotten world I left behind me
Oh, how I long for the smell of home

Quick Note on my Other Hubs

I am currently at work reviewing the second chapter of The Questions Christians Hope No One Will Ask (With Answers) for a series I am working on and I hope to have it posted on this Friday. I figured I'd post this as a bit of a change of pace and because I like to take a break criticizing religion and pseudoscience and offer something more creative once and a while.

Thanks for reading!


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      John Hansen 24 months ago from Queensland Australia

      Totem, I like the theme. In fact I just wrote a poem along the same lines "The Farthest Shore". It is a timeless story trying to be reunited with a lost love, and you did a great job with this Poem.