Somebody to Die For…

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.

As always with much love… ~E.L

My Dear Old Friend

Hello again my dear old friend

Once again long since we’ve met

Alas though as this world spins on

What once we knew has long since gone.

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I’ve thought of you through happenstance

And wondered of all we had left

Do thoughts of life and love once scorned

Still trouble you still as before?

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Alone still? Yes. Ah yet are we

We’ve none to hold our hand through seas

Rough and terrifying played

Upon a grand, tumultuous stage.

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But still we hope for what is lost

Upon the waves those same seas tossed.

Wish you were here to help me bare

This load and weight and heartless stare

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Of all who’ve known what we’ve gone through

Yet still care not for what we knew.

It’s been awhile my dear old friend

Yes far too long since we first met…

Empty Smile

For some what once was held aloft

As all that life could offer was

Nothing more than pebbles tossed

Into the stream of poor man’s thoughts

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You showed your hand, you played your cards

Naught to give save dead men’s hearts

What life exists that makes you more

Then any other life before?

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Nothing for of what you crave

Is simply more of all the same

No dream, fire, unflinching desire

You’ve lived, ah yes. But what an empty smile.

The Life Not Lived

A road once lay beyond as choice

A life of ease or life of noise

Two lives were therein wrought and bought

Two hearts were intertwined and lost

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One path led down to all that was owned

To fairytale dreams and love as at home

But bridled by pain of emotional ilk

And doubtlessly stained by selfish men’s wills

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The second lay course to all that’s unknown

To passion, romance, and the chances of gold

Yet cast along each by the side of the road

Are the lost possibilities each cannot know

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As token tale of old once famously quoth

Should two roads diverge- which one should be took?

For the life that is chosen will be all but will miss

The life that was not… and will never be lived