Hexagram 23. (Five Candles)

[wolven7]

Breaking Apart

I.
I saw a dragon, made of smoke,
and i know not what it means.
(Lies. In word;
lies in/deed.)
Are we meant to forever watch,
as the balance of ourselves
drifts to the world, and attaches
itself, Firmly, to the light? For I shall not.
There is a shifting will, and a want
for the darker meanings of life.
The corruption of the soul,
by the light, makes interesting music.
A scream, and a tortured torment.
The coiled knowingness... come no closer;
and without lessons learned, we are no match
for ourselves.

II.
If we allow the distaste we feel,
for others, to infest our souls,
then we have not learned that, often,
it is simply best to look away.
And, even still,
our photosynthetic roots aside,
we cannot stand alone.
We can't allow the loss we feel
to touch us to the core--
we raise, in ourselves, emotional shields,
when charging steadily fore'.

III.
And without the acknowledgment
of those we love, admire, and respect,
are we able to go on, as though
Nothing had Ever Happened?

I/V.
I saw a dragon made of smoke
stream steadily toward the light.
Unaware of the wind,
the forces that conspired against it,
it attained its goal,
and its salvation.
(c)Damien Williams. All Rights Reserved.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

damien. why is it that you still havent given me any of your work to publish? are you being forgetful or am i simply not remembering to remind you often enough? write me via desert_rat2041@hotmail.com to send me things. otherwise i wont catch up with you in the physical until jan.6.

--JMDC

[wolven.livejournal.com]

1) i keep forgetting. and two, i don't know that i want my work published, in a manner that i don't directly control... It's kind of Off-Putting... as for the three i owe to, to read, i completely forgot, when you were here, on saturday. But i'll remember, eventually.

Also, it's kind of odd that i get the fewest comments on what i consider to be my mos meaningful posts. Have you noticed that?

[(Anonymous)]

yes i have noticed this and i can also tell you why this is true:
you see, people (myself included) well, its not that they are afraid of it, rather, its something they can't fully touch or relate to in an assuredly correct manner. Here is this incredibly meaningful post, and you might be damned to hell if you handle it the wrong way.
or conversely, here is this meaningful post and you can't quite get your head around it.
what is he trying to say? how does this relate to me? remembering that owl thinks slow but long. further, with so much other drama happening on other posts, its easier to respond to the openly dramatic emotionally charged tenion filled angsty things than it is to sit down and find out the true meaning of a poem and understand how it fits and is connected. i'm sorry that these things have any possibility of being true.
however, in note to publishing your poetry and it off-putting you not to be in control of it. There is something i can do for you, and have done for others in the past. i would publish your work explicitly in the form you give it to me. i would not be doing any side-editing of my own. (typically i dont do any editing unless specifically asked to anyway) further, if you do not desire anyone but yourself to see it, your contribution would be in only two copies, the first going to you and the second belonging to me. how does that sound?

--JMDC

Re:

[wolven.livejournal.com]

That's fine.. but i still need to think about it, for a bit.