I stand, or more accurately sit, rather hesitantly to share this post dear reader. Indeed I have mulled for quite some time over the sagacity of sharing work of this nature as it is less poetic, which heretofore has entertained almost the entirety of my proffered work, and more dare I say… art.
Nevertheless, as the nature of my blog has always been a means to an end- One of me sharing what otherwise would remain stolidly within the realm of my own imagination, I will venture to submit this next chapter of content for review.
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To those who are unaware- I write songs. Herein is one of which I am quite fond, and also indeed is quite personal. It’s a love letter to lost love— my try to say that twelve times in rapid succession, there are elements of autobiography, as well as those of fiction. It is portrayed so as to offer a place of comfort to those in similar situation. You are not alone in your sorrow or pain. I also offer it with a hint of caution- do not retain in your despondency but rather be up and doing. As The Preacher once said, there is “a time to weep, and a time to laugh.”
Lest words continue on much long-winded I will withdraw my pen. Enjoy the music above if you please and entertain the lyrics below.
I’ll be honest- I’ve got a love-hate relationship with the music of Sam Smith. But regardless of my hesitance of absolute acceptance of this particular artists work… (have you noticed how much I adore verbosity?) I will readily admit that this particular song both strikes a chord in my heart and echoes truths not often seek in today’s ‘here today, gone tomorrow’ lifestyle.
The premise: “I just want somebody to die for…” speaks of a soul lost in the need for someone other than themselves. It is the antithesis of the American “pull-yourself-up-by-the -bootstraps” ideal. It’s the spoken word of an individual desirous of something (someone) more than themselves to live (die) for. It’s the story of a love… or rather a ‘potential’ love, of someone willing to sacrifice everything for the object of their affection. It’s the story of something more than one’s self. And to embody that ideal is admirable. An ideal which I’ve found myself embroiled in bitter self-conflict many a time. Not that I am want to ‘die’ for someone of my affection… no, that I would readily do. But rather as the song declares in context, to have someone ‘worthy’ of dying for. Therein lies the mystery.
For Christ himself died for those who “were yet sinners”, while mankind is hesitant to grant love to anyone who has not proven their merit.
I both loath and detest this reality, while at the same time embrace its veracity: For, while I can not die for all as Christ— I can live for one whom I would “die for” as Smith has most eloquently declared.
Thus leaving me in the state of having no one to “die for” yet still wanting someone to prove themselves worthy of my sacrifice so I would be willing… what a predicament. What a time to be alive. What a life…
No poem today dear reader. But perhaps you know of someone I would “die for”? What a thought lol… Pray, provide an introduction to this lost and weary soul.