Wheels, spinning around me
Long is the path where I left my soul.
Heading for Peridon, just a little more.
Where does the road lead
Now that it's overgrown
Stop us from bleeding we'll keep rambling on
Break all the simple ones, they're a little voice
Each sound of screaming is trapped in my mind,
Lost in comfort there's nowhere to go,
Sing for my fallen days
They're my only sound.
Icons stand like remembering
Falling and crumbling just a little more.
Hunger for Peridon, it keeps on calling.
Drop all the pieces inside of my mind
Let go of heroes falling behind
Find 44 waiting, calling me home.
Heading for Peridon, and the wind is cold.
Had to Google Peridon cuz I wasnt familiar with it. Still now quite sure haha.
ReplyDeleteThe part that sticks out to me most is "Sing for my fallen days/ They're my only sound." The little voices trapped in his mind sing for his fallen days. Either songs of sadness or songs of praise. They either torment you with the dread of your fallen days compared to your glory days or they are jubilantly singing that you are fallen. Whichever, its your only sound. Either it drowns out everything else so its all you hear, or you have nothing else but that.
The last line is really bleak and ominous. I think ominous is the right word. Its a good visual and also a great way to leave things. Everyone knows how it feels to endure the cold wind. The REAL cold wind that seems to go right through you. And Peridon is still out there calling and you're not even there yet, and its gonna be miserable.
That's all I got. :)
So Peridon is a place made up by this band. They mention it in a song here. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7lOBflEWKYw. anyway, the point is that it's up for interpretation. Mine is that it's the idea of where you go after death. You don't know if it's heaven, hell, or nothing, but you know you're going there. So it's the place you don't know but know you'll visit. Anyway, it's almost like oblivion or something close to that. So knowing that little tidbit kinda changes the whole focus of the poem . I like that you said peridon is out there calling, and you're not there yet. That is VERY interesting and cool to think about. But ya, this is a commentary written about my views so you could change all your pronouns from him/his to you/your because this was a pretty honest interpretation of stuff I think about. or perhaps just my commentary on stuff. I would even go so far as to say that on your one comment saying that they torment you with the dread of your fallen days compared to your glory days could be rewritten to just the dread of my fallen days to come, or the narrators fallen days that have been with no hope for change in the future. But that is interesting the part where you say that they are jubilantly singing that you're falling. That is a pretty cool visual, and carries some fun imagery with other people doing the singing about you, or that they are happy you have "fallen" Anyway, the last line is the most ominous. If peridon is the uncertainty after you die, then he's heading there and the wind is cold, which could reference the feeling you have when you're outside with no coat in just bitter cold, and that's how you feel as you walk to your death or whatever. Either way it's a scary thing to think about, I think we avoid those type of thought processes because of where they could take us. But ya, thanks for the commentary, I appreciate it. I had no idea how it would come across to an outside party with no idea beforehand what I was saying. I'm glad it came across well.
ReplyDeleteWhat "Warflower" says to me.
ReplyDelete"Wheels, spinning around me
Black is the path they leave behind."
We struggle to move forward in the present and struggle to find good in the pains of then past.
"Heading for Peridon, just a little more."
We are very aware of our own mortality and our need to move ahead while we can.
"Where does the road lead
Now that it's overgrown
Stop us from bleeding we'll keep rambling on
Break all the simple ones, they're a little voice"
When the clutter of the past obscures the path ahead, we disregard the small,simple voices that know the way home.
"Each sound of screaming is trapped in my mind,
Lost in comfort there's nowhere to go,
Sing for my fallen days
They're my only sound."
Painful sounds of the past that won't fade keep us in comfortable isolation, but not progressing, if they are the only sounds we hear.
'Statues surround all God's creation
Falling and crumbling just a little more.
Hunger for Peridon, it keeps on calling."
Man's crumbling monuments surround and obscure God's enduring creations, making us long for a better world.
"Drop all the pieces inside of my mind
Let go of heroes falling behind
Find 44 waiting, calling me home."
Let go of past failures of self and man. Unearth the true voices and let them lead.
"Heading for Peridon, and the wind is cold."
Time is passing, and the winds of change are cold, but they can blow us home.
Thanks for making me think!
P.S. I read a quote from Ralph Waldo Emerson yesterday. I think it fits--"What Lies Behind Us and What Lies Before Us are Tiny Matters Compared to What Lies Within Us."