Birth

sorenbarrett

 

I have drank the poisonous drug of life that leads to illumination in the stars

Tasted it bitter and sweet, hallucinated on its illusions, heard its music in barres

Dirges played on the heart beat of waves, requiems in the breathing of the wind

A siren's whispers leading to graves, dreams where a cast of the dice sinned

Resurrection of ashes, flesh to dust, from a garden cast into a mortal world

Break one's teeth on pain, digest death, from vomit's bitterness eternity unfurled

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  • orchidee

    Good write SB. This is gross of me - but more recipe ideas for KP in this. heehee.

    • sorenbarrett

      Thanks Orchi you should have quite a collection by now. Appreciate the read and comment my friend

    • rebellion_in_sanity

      Absolutely loved the poem. I am still reeling from:
      "A siren's whispers leading to graves, "
      An easy fave 👏

      • sorenbarrett

        Thank you so much Rebellion for your review and comment it is always most welcome and appreciated

      • Teddy.15

        Profound, birth and what comes after! Wonderful. 🌹

        • sorenbarrett

          Thanks Teddy it is inevitable. Appreciate your visit my friend

        • Thomas W Case

          This feels earned—like someone who’s swallowed the whole mess and didn’t spit it back out.
          Myth and marrow tangled together here; illumination always costs blood, and you don’t flinch from the price.

          • sorenbarrett

            Thanks so much Thomas for the read and comment it is always appreciated when you give your comments

          • Tristan Robert Lange

            Soren, this is dense (in the right way) and intoxicating. It feels like swallowing experience whole, knowing it will hurt, but doing it anyway. The weight of it lingers. A wonderful write, my dear friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

            • sorenbarrett

              Thank you Tristan for the read and understanding life itself is its own poison and one we have no choice but to drink.

              • Tristan Robert Lange

                And how! 💯 true, my friend! Most welcome!

              • Paul Bell

                No roses in this life epitaph, just the bitter truth of life lived.
                It seems in this world some just can't catch a break, and even in death there's no relent.

                • sorenbarrett

                  Thanks so much Paul for the read and comment. It is a fact that no one gets out of this life alive.

                • Goldfinch60

                  Intriguing write soren but after birth I believe that in my life the light always shone and still shines.

                  Andy

                  • sorenbarrett

                    Thanks for the read and most positive remark Andy I don't have any problem with my batteries wearing out as I make the most out of the light as it shines this is simply a reminder that the batteries have limited shelf life and energy.

                  • Aman 12

                    feels like you have walked through every layer of life's poison and still found a way to stars.

                    • sorenbarrett

                      Thank you Aman for your read and comment it is deeply appreciated and valued. Poison is nothing more than another step taken to greater understanding.

                    • Vipassana

                      lots of compelling imagery, starting with

                      I have drank the poisonous drug of life

                      beautifully crafted, sir

                      • sorenbarrett

                        Thank you so much Vipassana for your read of this poem and your kind words of encouragement they are deeply valued and mean a great deal to me



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