Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
09-07-2021, 08:46 AM
Ok, first post.
Explanation of this thread and my offerings/ramblings/poems, gripes/woes and sorrows born too damn often in my wild days of youth..
Today- First poem - the idea to find this old poem- edit it a bit and post it came to me while I was listening to SiruisXM, the Tom Petty radio station
while driving my darling wife to work early this morn. The song was titled-- Spike..
1.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a4HVtB7CIBo
Which brought to this strange and ever wondering mind. About --bad-- especially so -- bad women...
Of which, sad to have to say I've had far, far more than my youthful and massively cursed share!
Now hold on-- I have to bring it from paper onto this electronic /digital world...
Somehow, I Survived Another One
How well I remember that saddest hour
Wicked world and fate show their powers
Life sent such sorrows by dark hands of Fate
Begged I mercy, world said- "too damn late".
As past time cried out, "was all your fault".
Oft in youth, in clever traps we are caught.
How well I recall in that little town
Those haters laughed as you tore me down
But I swore there would be another day
As in poetic ink, truth would hold sway.
As past time cried out, "was all your fault".
Oft in youth, in clever traps we are caught.
O' how well this old heart discerns that truth
That we oft trip and fall in tender youth
And yet live to see justice may prevail
As ensuing years brought you purest hell.
As past time cried out, "was all your fault".
Oft in youth, in clever traps we are caught.
R.J. Lindley,
First composed in 1979, edited
Again in 1983, 1996 and edited
today, 9-07- 2021
OLD NOTE DELETED...
***************
A few more words about this poem, my life and my writings..
True story and a drop-dead gorgeous, ravishing vixen that I hooked up
with and found out the hard way that such fantastic beauty -almost always
comes with a heavy cost. Skipping all the gruesome details- I say that she
did her best to try to utterly and viciously destroy me. But my bloodline
is not easily conquered and decimated. In my youth, I too was capable of
being a fearsome beast, when wronged…
Since that time, the decades have revealed so much. She failed to destroy me.
But she then went on to marry three times from age 21 to age 35 , divorce and
destroy three former husbands and die at the young age of 39…
Which brings to mind this-- surviving such evil is the best revenge.
And later seeing how that true evil brought its own destruction- to the very
vessel that it used- at least to me is- sweet poetic justice. Fault me if you will, but
This old dog- has seen too much, been burnt badly too damn many times.
And somehow has lived to tell and to write about it.... RJL
Explanation of this thread and my offerings/ramblings/poems, gripes/woes and sorrows born too damn often in my wild days of youth..
Today- First poem - the idea to find this old poem- edit it a bit and post it came to me while I was listening to SiruisXM, the Tom Petty radio station
while driving my darling wife to work early this morn. The song was titled-- Spike..
1.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a4HVtB7CIBo
Which brought to this strange and ever wondering mind. About --bad-- especially so -- bad women...
Of which, sad to have to say I've had far, far more than my youthful and massively cursed share!
Now hold on-- I have to bring it from paper onto this electronic /digital world...
Somehow, I Survived Another One
How well I remember that saddest hour
Wicked world and fate show their powers
Life sent such sorrows by dark hands of Fate
Begged I mercy, world said- "too damn late".
As past time cried out, "was all your fault".
Oft in youth, in clever traps we are caught.
How well I recall in that little town
Those haters laughed as you tore me down
But I swore there would be another day
As in poetic ink, truth would hold sway.
As past time cried out, "was all your fault".
Oft in youth, in clever traps we are caught.
O' how well this old heart discerns that truth
That we oft trip and fall in tender youth
And yet live to see justice may prevail
As ensuing years brought you purest hell.
As past time cried out, "was all your fault".
Oft in youth, in clever traps we are caught.
R.J. Lindley,
First composed in 1979, edited
Again in 1983, 1996 and edited
today, 9-07- 2021
OLD NOTE DELETED...
***************
A few more words about this poem, my life and my writings..
True story and a drop-dead gorgeous, ravishing vixen that I hooked up
with and found out the hard way that such fantastic beauty -almost always
comes with a heavy cost. Skipping all the gruesome details- I say that she
did her best to try to utterly and viciously destroy me. But my bloodline
is not easily conquered and decimated. In my youth, I too was capable of
being a fearsome beast, when wronged…
Since that time, the decades have revealed so much. She failed to destroy me.
But she then went on to marry three times from age 21 to age 35 , divorce and
destroy three former husbands and die at the young age of 39…
Which brings to mind this-- surviving such evil is the best revenge.
And later seeing how that true evil brought its own destruction- to the very
vessel that it used- at least to me is- sweet poetic justice. Fault me if you will, but
This old dog- has seen too much, been burnt badly too damn many times.
And somehow has lived to tell and to write about it.... RJL