My First Flight to the Stars

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ow. To make clear, the immortality of energy flowing from one heart to the next. Filled with sorrow that is not all mine But I carry it onward, anyways, I do so with fondness I do so with pain.</p><p id="34a1">I stand before you, words and all so you may judges my very essence upon an as empty throne as my house A ring finger that will always feel too goddam light. I have made mistakes One’s that sent me west alone upon desolate wayward towns I am my own worst enemy tripping over a dreaming mind</p><p id="7a1d">living in worlds far away. Dark matter words and particle thoughts. Never here always knocking on tomorrow’s door And traveling to worlds beyond our own Because I’m afraid of yesterday of the ghosts and the pain the loss and the changes Because I’m afraid That no matter where I go I will always feel this alone. And all I have are these words These stories my legacy for no children will continue my heirloom And so I give this to you to bestow upon your these burdens of a dying man these wretched homilies and wisdom earned through the blood of failure and the torments of a sacrifice that never stopped searching to what end shall I decide?</p><p id="6937">I don’t know What lies in that unknown In that infinite wonder And place without form. But

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I know it’s what we’ve all be searching for I know it’s my place to explore And I will give you everything My love My heart My final goodbye is a Kiss upon your lips as I move my hand through your hair. And I know, I’ve made it Finally Here. The now. The ethereal clouds of a mortal’s nirvanic peace. The search is over upon the pacific shore Where I’ll write my final poem carried by a grackle As a love letter To the world, before my wounded wings had healed, and I took my first flight to the stars.</p><p id="5999">© <a href="undefined">Bradley J Nordell</a> 2021</p><p id="177c">If you enjoyed this poem, you might also like to read this story:</p><div id="52ea" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/the-seasons-of-her-grief-7576a9a68e71"> <div> <div> <h2>The Seasons of Her Grief</h2> <div><h3>A sci-fi story of a woman’s grief and a rare flower as a portal to another world</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*ailp_XBwjYM0xGFE)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

Here I am despite a thousand flaws

I stand below a blinding light and strip bare my soul naked but never terrified. I don’t fear my end anymore only losing you again. What lies behind, and comes after the metamorphosis in the way of princes and thieves. Who I was and could have been to whom I am longer, betrothed to pretend, that I am nothing but an echo with a last name almost faded out a thousand generations in my eyes and skin, woven into my DNA, is the curse of a family, yet made.

A thousand deaths, and here I take a single breath Trembling with an inner quake, A mortal kneeling beneath a star A tired man, at an event horizon where time flows backward a salmon upriver of time and un-time, remorse and joy come together to make love. to implore, the wisdom of a blind seer.

To make love. To make Now. To make clear, the immortality of energy flowing from one heart to the next. Filled with sorrow that is not all mine But I carry it onward, anyways, I do so with fondness I do so with pain.

I stand before you, words and all so you may judges my very essence upon an as empty throne as my house A ring finger that will always feel too goddam light. I have made mistakes One’s that sent me west alone upon desolate wayward towns I am my own worst enemy tripping over a dreaming mind

living in worlds far away. Dark matter words and particle thoughts. Never here always knocking on tomorrow’s door And traveling to worlds beyond our own Because I’m afraid of yesterday of the ghosts and the pain the loss and the changes Because I’m afraid That no matter where I go I will always feel this alone. And all I have are these words These stories my legacy for no children will continue my heirloom And so I give this to you to bestow upon your these burdens of a dying man these wretched homilies and wisdom earned through the blood of failure and the torments of a sacrifice that never stopped searching to what end shall I decide?

I don’t know What lies in that unknown In that infinite wonder And place without form. But I know it’s what we’ve all be searching for I know it’s my place to explore And I will give you everything My love My heart My final goodbye is a Kiss upon your lips as I move my hand through your hair. And I know, I’ve made it Finally Here. The now. The ethereal clouds of a mortal’s nirvanic peace. The search is over upon the pacific shore Where I’ll write my final poem carried by a grackle As a love letter To the world, before my wounded wings had healed, and I took my first flight to the stars.

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