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Post by LonelyForsaken on Jan 10, 2014 17:36:43 GMT -5
Why must foot follow foot? Must the land crawl beneath on my journey only to find it strange and unredeemed?
In these last of last days, I turn to see the path of years and wail at the absence, the unseen. If you share my torment then you know my curse of swallowed key and cruel desire.
Leave me to rest on the wayside. Raise a stone to signal my passing, unmarked and mysterious, saying nothing of me. Saying nothing at all.
LonelyForsaken
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Post by twistedangel on Jan 10, 2014 19:03:16 GMT -5
then stop walking..this unredeemed land then redeem it an call the strange home a world..a life is built by hands not feet an forgotten stones are exactly that..forgotten ^^^kk a stoners philosephy erm philosaph....idea awesome write so sad an tho at the mo am thinking while a bit high..IMO simply said
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Post by windfog on Jan 12, 2014 0:36:33 GMT -5
Very sad piece ... I can hear a voice of very tired man that got yet the main secret of life - we walk to nowhere ... Cool and strong work! W.F.
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Post by LonelyForsaken on Jan 13, 2014 4:53:28 GMT -5
I’m a bit hung up on the metaphor that we walk through life. To stop is to give up. But, then nothing more than you can carry is permanent or redeemable and walking it alone leaves nothing but a trail of footprints that wash away in the rain. There is nothing to see when looking back because nothing was fulfilled or redeemed. Nothing happened at all so it is apropos to mark his passing with a faceless stone. There is nothing to be remembered. The perfect epitaph to a lonely existence. This is his request but being alone it’s unlikely anyone will hear let alone care enough to raise a stone of any sizable note.
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