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Old 11-11-2016, 04:55 AM   #40
VladtheImpaler
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I am not not a good judge of poetry, but a friend of mine wrote this last night/this morning. If you want to know the author's name PM me. He is a actually a top-end photographer.

The Orchestra pit of the soul

(For Leonard Cohen)


Loss is a gift to us- we learn to cherish and dance- to cry and take bigger chances.

The orchestra pit of the soul expands through the darkness

The dead all pick up their instruments and perform the dirge

for the poet

Strings break
They play on
For
The one who sewed the patch to the hole of the the world with a hallelujah
Song.

They all cover the tune
Balloons uprising with the trumpeting angels in the streets of Montreal.

Guiding with tarnished trumpets
Finger prints on the exterior
While every mark of poetry


Is within the inferior.

Leonard chose music over poetry

As the audience commanded the encores
To repeat over and over

And for the three part harmony singers to
Make it complete.

We gather today to celebrate a long life
Of Eluded death
Journeys beyond the flesh

A Mesh of nations

Not dreading or focussing on dread
Because it is all
Transition points
To deeper views
Sunsets and sorrow remembered
Holding hands and
Letting go of hardened hands.

Servitude

To the solace of a world lighting candles
Crying while taking the plunge into a healing bath

Lion legs weakened


Resting and grieving

Taking dusty books off shelves
That were once read to bring
A lover to the bed
The honest notion
That poetry is the song
That helped you belong.

Have you been sanctified
Cleansed
Or immortalized
While the ashes reflect light of the flame on the water.

Was it the dame or the damned
The broken down drunk
The sunken eyes of the old woman eating soup
The identity thief
Leaving clues for gender
Identity.

Was it Marianne

That you visited bedside

To say goodbye
Properly.

Was it the property of the world expanding beyond the word?

How can you mourn a poet
A sage
A song
A longing
A dance
A blue raincoat
In a downpour or tears.

I am a better man
Because of one poem written
By you
In high school
No longer a fool
In the court of
Mortals.

I hope this tribute
The seraphs and demons
Won't refuse.


For Leonard Cohen
November 11 2016
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Vlad the Impaler

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