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Left to me, your worst historian,
to pick up, in a daze, some depth of diction
I never found while you had lived

and I can only now pretend that words are capsules
of sanguinity, that they’ll unmask the symbologies
of sound that bore your binaries to their realms
like sacred dreams of Hypnos.
                                                    Regret’s a simple word.

I always thought of "A Separate Peace", and in those scenes
you were this Mozart in the rough, a perfect chord, one
which I would meekly channel through cracks of light
shown through the fist of my own interference,
steady indifference.
                                   Why this wisdom, now?

The cosmic clown who wrote this song
does not annotate our endings with an epilogue.
I do not see the irony in celebrating
your new found space.

                                       There is no iconicity,
no special shape
that serves the world
as you did serve,
to bend and writhe the streets
into a wellspring, a circuitry of light
to lead your vibe into my home,
your tribe of thoughts into my self.

You know, these roads are still around; we walk back through them now
to find what hinders your design, what keeps you from our dumbest senses.
And as I said, I am altered, for one day less than forever,
I am a new found instrument,
encoded with your time
and place,
your part in atoms
I still use.

I will admit, I didn't know
every place survives your travels
and still does carry your quickest grin.

I hadn't realized that you still reach
into the sun for shadows,
and we’re all cast from a bulb
we cannot squint away,
that we have gathered in this
pool of bright
because we still
can hear you
here,

but I believe it all,
today.
R.I.P. Keith (a.k.a. iNfiNiTeK)

i went to a funeral today for an old friend. i wrote this poem to read aloud at his memorial service tomorrow.

funeral poems
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Adonael Apr 11, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I love how you look at the friendship, rather than the things he did specifically. I think there's more resonance in highlighting what a person means to another.

Quite moving also how you point out that it's only now he's gone that you could talk about him so innately, in so much aesthetic detail.

Anyway, my condolences.
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thetaoofchaos Apr 11, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
thanks.
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Adonael Apr 14, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
No worries!
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halcyonshores Mar 13, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
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thetaoofchaos Mar 13, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
:heart:
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:iconarchelyxs:
This is so beautiful.
I hope that you are getting along well. :tighthug:
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thetaoofchaos Mar 1, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I've been better, I'm sure. Thanks. :hug:
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:iconbrassteeth:
Sorry to hear.
Anyone would be most pround of the work above. glorious, aptly melancholy and introverted.
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thetaoofchaos Feb 27, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks Chris. I find grief itself to be a form of introversion, even when shared.
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