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SLOWLY CRUCIFY
As I hang here on my cross,
I slowly crucify.
Convicted though I’m innocent,
Sentenced here to die.
words spoke by my flesh and blood,
Have sent my life thru hell.
My heart and soul were murdered,
Dead right where they fell.
All the dreams I had for me,
Were gone in the blink of an eye.
Instead I hang upon my cross,
And slowly crucify.
There are no nails thru my hands,
No spikes go thru my feet.
Held in place by just a thought,
There’s no way to defeat.
A low blow combo sucker punch,
From no where landed square.
Knocked me cold as ice inside,
I gasp but get no air.
No emotion’s left inside,
I’m dead but will not die.
Instead I hang upon my cross,
And slowly crucify.
I crucify in silence,
I scream but no one hears.
Inside I’ve cried a river,
Outside I shed no tears.
My hollow soul goes blindly,
Accepts I’m sacrificed.
In chains I swim the lake of fire
My eyes on paradise
Beaten me till I’m bloody,
Then they spit into my eye.
Then they hung me on this cross,
To slowly crucify
SLOWLY CRUCIFY by EDGYONE
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I felt like that once. powerful stuff.
This one sure felt good to finally get it out of my soul,every line is the brutal truth,no fluff or filler here!!!Thanks Ruby Jo
– EDGYONE
thank you so much core,out of all my things,this being featured means its o.k to really open up and let the pain flow out into the light.Thank you very much.
– EDGYONE
Awesome writing Randy! Congrats on the feature!
thanks,i just found out it’s been featured.thank god,i poured blood from my fingertips on this one.every line in this one is very thought out,I was writting for my life,if i didn’t get this one out i may of died from the pain,Randy
– EDGYONE
What a triumphant release this is Randy!!
I felt every blow and can so relate….nothing beats real pain as you have proven here with your powerful words!
Tracey Mac,you would not believe how good it felt to finally get this one out of me.Like i wrote Dana above,i was literally writting for my life in a round a bout way.all that pain is almost as deadly as cancer.I guess i operated on myself,i’m sure it’s not something the doctors would advize,but it relieved the pressure,Randy
– EDGYONE
Hi Randy…
“Rainy Day Woman 12&35”?…..something like …
“They stone you when you try to be so good……and so….
if you don’t I give you the chance.
Stoned you, crucified you….nailed to the loneliness and defeat of what one may think it is our Love’s reservoir. And it is not… silence, lead and thicking mist is there…
Your poem remembered me too the Tarot card, “The Hanged”….yes…and in it the head is down buried into the earth… hair down like rooting. A cross of lost innocence.
Rosa (good..!!! I inivite it to Nirvana….this is showing a pathway to self-consciousness… )
I have a poem called “as blood flows from my fingertips”.the title came from my little sister reading some of my things and comment it’s like blood is flowing thru your pen.The point is in “slowly crucify”,the blood was flowin’.Ilove the comments that my poems have a song feel to them because most of them are songs in the rough.Linaji once commented"the point of no return"would be a great nine inch nails ballad.And thank you for the Dylan link.For a guy who dreams of songs of mine being heard,it lets me know that they’ve got that “rock-song” feel! to that i say hoo-rayyyy(smile) So ya think “bring it on’”was revolting eh?(big ole smile)That me venting my irritation at the whole situation.I can clearly see how our “middle east stance” is feeding a beast that now wants blood.Sorry if i rambled a bit,i’m buzzed!!!!!!!!!!!!!Thank you for the "atta boy,Randy
– EDGYONE
Hi Randy…
it seems that lately, I am “soul circled” by the idea of the “Crucifixion”….is not that I feel christian or catholic, or whatever… it is basically a “human condition”, that enveloppes the symbolic presence of the Crucified Christ.. That thing… of having to look up to see the suffering, instead of going down… where the cripple, insane, poor, are like crawling…that moment of uprightiousness. where all that men’s suffering is counting as a victory instead as as a defeat…. this sort of “impudence” of the pain that we can see in the papers, in TV… selling, bargaining with the suffering, this morbid sense of attraction to the dark side of the soul…And I have found your poem… yes, it is there.. talking about something we flight from. And it conveys my central interest… which it might be so interesting that I can’t be able explain it.
If you see my late posted pics.. they are inhabitated by crucifixions… Suzanne is a recurrent and sweet showing of it.. that of love, rejection and searching of more love. The second stanza that about “Jesus was a sailor, when he walked upon the water…” when I was editing the pics and adjusting the tempo of the music (afterwards had to change it by my reciting for the multinational did not et me use it) broke my temperament and I found myself sobbing… when I just saw my work and heard…“and you know….you can trust him… for he’s touched your perfect body with his mind”….God..
that’ what I need I told…myself…..to be touched by his, or her, or mine…. mind….
I know that you may write and share for that reason, there is something quite umcomprehensible in the way pople see writters… they seem to think that words have not scent, sound, physical attatchtment… and so it is hard to convey our desires with them. But I know that mind… touches everything and do it with love or nor, with passion , with hatred, with despise… and the soul-body moves along them.
I would say that …. to LIna… “a point of no return” is nowhere… it does not exist for we are not really going to any place…and there is not any “lost paradise”, not even the “murder’s place” to go back to.
I leave you now….your generosity about you diving into my stream and commenting with heart and wits my works, have moved me quite I will reciprocate to all of them, because you deserve it. I am glad to have met you. I enjoy your mind-heart and that’s a miracle.
Have a hug Randy.
Rosa
Wellcome Randy
Rosa
thanks for letting this and joe’s annie into nirvana.
– EDGYONE
How could’t I?
Take care…. a hug!
Rosa
For transcending the Passion of a Crucified Soul….in Freedom…
you deserve it, Randy.
Rosa
wow thank you rosa.i know i’ve been silent the past week.i’m attempting to break free from the “woe is me”.it’s not easy breaking the cycle of deep depression after living inside it since 1995..i’m writting a new one called"i’ll fake it till i make it".thats the only path i see.i wish i could afford a psyciatrist,because i think i’m fighting things i do not understand and i’m not sure if i have the “tools” to defeat my demons once and for all.i love your comments,you are so commpasionate and caring.most are pretty quick to write me off as a lunitic/crazyman(smile)i suppose its one of my many defensive moves..p.s. not to change the subject but if you want to see a great movie go see “angels and demons”.have you ever read “atlas shrugged” or the foutainhead" by ann rand.i’m reading atlas shrugged again,its been 10 or 12 years since i read it.its amazingly pertainant(spelling)to the times were in.thanks again for the feature,nirvana is the cream of the crop
– EDGYONE
hi Randy… I have the “fountainhead”… and I started to read it once… many years ago, but did not go along it. May be it is the time to read it… and see through it. It is amazing that you have told me that. I beleive in “Syncronnicity”…. which as a concept of how things happen in this metaphor of world we live in…was invented or coigned by Carl Jung. So I keep attentive to this one. Angels and demons have not been featured here in Spain…. but I loved Da Vinci’s Code…..wait for it to see it, and I will talk about it,Promise…
As to the title of “I’ll fake it, till I make it”… it made me smile, for behind this verse so nicely ryhmed appeared something like… “I’l fuck it it… till I make it”, je, je.. do not want to trivialize your words….really don’t, but angels need to laugh and demons to cry and the other way around…..You are quick and I bet your sense of humour could be equally devasting. So why not to laugh… meanwhile?
Have a hug!!!!!
Rosa
BOTH ATLAS SHRUGGED AND THE FOUTAINHEAD ARE TOUGH READS BUT WORTH IT,FOUTAINHEAD WAS I THINK BETTER BUT ATLAS SHRUGGED TAUGHT MORE..I JUST POSTED THE FIRST SONG I EVER WROTE,I WAS SO INNOCENT.MY MOM SWEARS MAGGIE IS THE ONLY ONE I’VE REALLY LOVED..I DON’T KNOW ABOUT THAT BUT HOW CAN YOU ARGUE WITH YOUR MOM??AS FAR AS “I’LL FAKE IT TILL I MAKE IT”,LOOKING OUT FROM WHERE I STAND IT SEEMS LOGICAL BECAUSE IF I COULD JUST SNAP MY FINGERS AND MAGICALLY HEAL,I WOULD BUT I CAN’T.IF I COULD AFFORD A PSYCIATRIST,I WOULD BECAUSE AFTER 15 YEARS OF SLOWLY CRUCIFYING IN DEEP HELL ON EARTH,I NEED A BETTER SET OF TOOLS THAT I’VE GOT.SO TO ME,FAKE IT TILL I MAKE IT SEEMS LIKE MY ONLY MOVE BUT YES I WILL WRITE IT TOUNGE IN CHEEK.ARE YOU A MOM,DO YOU CELEBRATE MOTHERS DAY IN SPAIN OR IS IT AN AMERICAN THING.EITHER WAY HAPPY MOTHERS DAY,RANDY
– EDGYONE