Trauma

Under the Ice
Days pass by quickly
People are so dramatic
They don’t know who looks like a fool
They don’t realize they look so erratic

Because everything’s a veil
You don’t know this life is here
People act so immature
Like they can actually overdose on fear

Everyone’s afraid
Of what they don’t understand
If people took time to look around
They might actually see this foreign land

But everyone is afraid to die
It’s a natural human instinct
People like to go through phases
At the end they fall through the rink

Down there the truth is uncovered
People talk about unspeakable things
Death, life, harmony
These are privileges wide eyes bring

Your brain is an eye of its own
Though it may not look that way
If you are afraid of something
It will shut and turn away

Hidden under the covers of the ice
Billowing sheets of snow
Lie people that are too afraid
To learn about what they don’t yet know

These people live on top of the ice
Everyday they try and look down
Only to see frozen entities
Below the naked ground

Beneath the layer of ice
Eyes are open all day long
They all see quite clearly through the transparent purgatory
No one is a casualty of the daily throng

Of people in the snow
All they know is death
A fresh old man beneath the surface
Taking his first breath

Sees not the world above him
Or what he has in store
Making a revelation
He discards the urban folk-lore

Someone on the surface
Mourns his death to no extent
They are looking down below them
To search for their old friend

Finally they spot him
In the world of ever and after
They run faster than ever to catch him
To hear his much missed laughter

They set a noose above the kitchen table
And jump from the four legged mountain
Diving into death
An abyss resembling a flowing fountain

The tears brought to their eyes
Are filled with so much pain
The old man is missing
The mirage was provided for Death’s gain

Fresh souls enter the kingdom
The ice encompassing them
They uncover eternal wisdom
And finally understand that life has an end

Suicide should not be accomplished
The person now understands
He wished he hadn’t jumped off the table
Into these bitter lands

He breached the gap of life and death
To deal in bliss no more
Ignorance obviously has its bounds
The same ignorance preached by urban folk-lore

He hears his mother above the ice
Mourning his life in despair
She mounts the wicked table
And jumps off without care

The noose around her neck
Breaks her in much too quickly
The boy watches her with ice flowing down his face
He begins to feel so sickly

Once the mother arrives in death
She observes the lonely plain
No one there to comfort her
Her whole family is now Death’s gain

She looks upon the snow
With such a deep regret
For she sees no one
Not even Death who she has already met

Her mind now holds the secrets of life
They are useless after that time
She realizes the ultimate goal of life
Is not so divine

Life is given in order to be lived
It is a gift not a right
To whom life is given
Must keep up the mandatory fight

Life can be difficult at times
But most people don’t understand
That you need to fully experience it
Before throwing up your hands

The pleasure is invaluable
It’s not materialistic
For the real question of life comes afterwards
When Death asks, “Do you miss it?”

-Jake V.
6/27/05

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A mi no me importa nada
Para mi la vida es un sueño

Dezzy

What are you supposed to do here. There are no instructions?
Is it like write a poem. Heres mine. Well my favourite Limerick.

There was a young man from Bengal
He liked to do tricks in the hall
His favourite trick was to stand on a stick
and roll round the hall on one ball
(from a book of limericks)

Trauma

Haha!!
In the Song Writing board, people post poems or songs, then other people comment on their work.

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A mi no me importa nada
Para mi la vida es un sueño

Dezzy

Oh Blimey!!!! made a mess of that then. Everyone's gonna think I'm a knob now. I've done it wrong haven't I. Listen I have to get some kip now. I hope to read your work and comment.
What do you think of my choice of limerick?
Pretty Good, hey?

Trauma

Yes, your limerick was very catchy.

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A mi no me importa nada
Para mi la vida es un sueño

SATCHMO

That was the cleanest limerick iv'e heard in a long time.

Dezzy

Wasn't sure if it would be allowed if too rude, so I put in "a stick" instead of his ****.

Snickers, I want to read & comment on your words, but I'm too far gone.