B: Beethoven Beat (A poem)
Cease, think no more, of your flesh and bone,
The nonexistent phantom beneath the ecstasy of the soul.
Your passion is ignited by the cheer,
Jump, to fly and soar.
For another hand raised in approval, forget your flesh and bone.
Beaten and battered, bleed, bleed, and bleed.
Silence- Never speak.
For once you shook your hand on a deal,
Time will heed, its tide will neglect your body,
A fool’s belief.
Why would the world heed, you fool, a Man’s greed?
Had you forgotten,
Fly too close to the heavens and the balance tilts.
The ground bends to heaven’s will,
Wings, scorched and burned, will wilt.
Once the centre of the sun, your whole world,
Quenched, drowned by the silence in the wake of your hurt.
Left to the devices of your flesh,
To the estranged body, whom you had left,
Running after the wings, for a second of success.
Chained to the body, from whom you walked away
From the pain and bruises that you locked away.
Holding yourself together in your arms,
You stare, conscious of the people that now fly and soar,
On the stage, the very Beethoven Beat, once to which,
You had succumbed your very soul.
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