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(05/23/1961 / Rio de Janeiro)

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Caronte

Wrapped by will

Caronte appears
and for all the work he does
You just need to pay it for
and to the other side
he sails with you

maybe you could choose

only

looking what was above

he took you from me
so many times
and every time you appear
I pay the ferryman twice

A ritual

to surrender myself

~seems to me that he became
More and more friendly! ~

but I have no discount
and my dreams are filled with darkness
no relief for the sinner
who raises the dead

But tormented

is my soul ~made by~?

let me spell my enchanted words

to cast you alive

no Gods or threat

to fear


here is my Realm

Submitted: Monday, May 27, 2013
Edited: Thursday, September 05, 2013


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  • Thomas A Robinson (5/28/2013 4:17:00 AM)

    Charon ferrys the dead across the river acheron or river of sorrow or woe.
    In this case transportating memories back and forth across the river.
    You cannot seem to be able to release so live in a toemmented state of mind.

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  • Captain Cur (5/27/2013 9:22:00 PM)

    A very strong write.
    I pay the ferryman twice, a great line.

  • Sekharan Pookkat (5/27/2013 8:04:00 PM)

    sail not through the ocean but through the pool of love -nice indeed

  • Ace Of Black Hearts (5/27/2013 5:04:00 PM)

    In this realm, who is it you become?
    The saddling of the sun.
    The capturing of the fiery star.
    Hells bars.
    Do they forever hold in the moving of chains?
    Locked against molten rock.
    How can that be, when it flows?
    Which way is it going?
    No destination, just a constant rush.
    Motives abandoned.
    Purpose withstanding.
    Is there any name in which we can be branding?
    This is a devious imprisonment.
    One where your desire to be free exist endlessly.
    But with no direction, and a circling fortunes.
    You are led each time back to where you started.

    *Edited May 27,2013

    Indeed you poem got me thinking, a very inspiring poem.

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