I am He Who Loves.
I am he who opens his arms, who lets you in close,
who listens and preaches.
I am he who washes your feet, who gives you comfort,
who gives you hope.
I am he who stands by your side when you need me,
And wait for you patiently when you do not.
I am he who embraces.
I am he who is embraced.
I am He Who Loves.
I am He Who Betrays.
I am he who smiles falsely, he whom you know you cannot trust.
I am he who kisses his friend, to see him taken away.
Men say "There goes the man
who took our light from us."
They spit on me, and call me names, and rightfully so.
For I am he who fails you,
I am he who turns from your side.
I am he who abandons you, who steals your friend from you
Who sells out Love itself,
For thirty silver pieces.
I am He Who Betrays.
I am He Who Denies.
I am he who asks
"What man? What promise?"
I am he who claims ignorance, I am he who turns away
Who shuts his eyes, deafens his ears.
I am he who lets your friend
fade from this world.
I am He Who Denies.
If you wish to love one,
You simply must love all.
We cannot be apart, you see -
For we three, we am me!
8 kommentarer:
Beautiful. Took me the whole second verse to understand the biblical allusions :S
You can actually put a tune to that pretty easily, I think.
Maybe Judas Priest would be suitable perfomers, Björn ;)
Honestly though, I really like it. Usually free verse gives me the creeps, but the neat structure counteracts that. A prime example that a good poem is more than its words.
Thank you. And yes, I left the biblical allusions intentionally vague, but I just couldn't resist the thirty silver pieces, which are a dead giveaway.
I'm glad you like it. It's a poem which really means something to me.
Ooh, it's good :)
I like.
Does it mean something to you because you can identify with Judas? That's a surprising comparison, at least to me. Or is it for some other reason? If you don't mind me asking.
I'll agree that free verse usually fails epic-ly, and this was a bit different, lingering on the line between prose and poetry, and the religious hints only strengthens that feeling. And I love it. We all have our white and blacks.
It means something to me precisely because I can identify with all three. I've felt like I betray people several times, and I'm pretty sure we all have. I mean, we often hurt people we love. It's pretty much unavoidable.
The hardest one to acknowledge is not He Who Betrays - I mean, sometimes we're forced not to keep promises, by circumstance. The one I'm ashamed of having inside me is He Who Denies.
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