He cried for mercy

[Pagey]

Hope you like it

He cried for mercy in the vacant street

No one came to help.
Frightened, panicked, the eyes
Of a fulfilled darkness begged to be
Picked up and placed once more
Amongst the little puzzle
That they called oh so colourful.

But the truth is that puzzle
Colourful once, perhaps, had been left to wither
Away with the years alone and pale
Pale, devoid of spirit, devoid of
Paternal bliss and aspiration
Left unashamed and unabashed and yet
Oh so pale. Oh so helpless.
All for the sake of a new beginning
Or so they said, or so they lied,
Rather, since new beginnings are nothing more than new endings,
After all.

He cried for mercy in the vacant street.

 

[Horton-Scorton]

I am reminded of the hermetic conception of the dark night of the soul...when it seems the spirit world has abandoned you and you are inexplicably left to wallow in the dullness of the material. It is said that the magical potency of the inititiate into the mysteries must go through this trying darkness, in which out of sight the same potency increases, lying latent, seemingly gone. The vacant path...path or way is a word used in many spiritual traditions...it seems the psychonaut, the brave seeker of truth has attempted to follow such a path...but after he is lost in the labyrinth of chapel perilous, he sees nothing but an empty street and cries for the angels to bless him again, with the same passion they bestowed upon him in the first scenes of his exciting awakening. After the magic emerges tenfold to illuminate the darkness, the initiate sees things in their negation. The journey...though he was not told but left to discover...is all pain and all joy, the dark and light. He must witness this to not get trapped in the bliss circuit.

The interesting thing is that the absent paternal force allows for the emergence of horus energy...the natural cycle into self-realization. First the mother, Isis, is worshipped. Cups and caverns. Then the father, Osiris, and his rods and swords. Then the babe deity defies the words of his elders and sees the cyclic, layered origin and death of his self and his world, till he sees the mother and father are contained within the son, and in every lie rests truth and vice versa. Q

 

[coelophysis]

I like this Pagey. And I know it goes deeper than I can interpret it because at best it would only be speculation, and not the source.

But it does remind me of a particular line from a song that goes along a somewhat similar theme. Maybe you'll appreciate it.

"we've woken up alone, no song to sing us off the edge.
the speakers have blown, this planet is an orphanage.
deep abandonment issues at our core, but if not each other there's fuck all to really keep hustling for
got no ride, least not one that returns our message
our parents aside, this planet is an orphanage
and it cheapens us the way you and I torture each other
it's just the way we collide"

 

[Pagey]

I am reminded of the hermetic conception of the dark night of the soul...when it seems the spirit world has abandoned you and you are inexplicably left to wallow in the dullness of the material. It is said that the magical potency of the inititiate into the mysteries must go through this trying darkness, in which out of sight the same potency increases, lying latent, seemingly gone. The vacant path...path or way is a word used in many spiritual traditions...it seems the psychonaut, the brave seeker of truth has attempted to follow such a path...but after he is lost in the labyrinth of chapel perilous, he sees nothing but an empty street and cries for the angels to bless him again, with the same passion they bestowed upon him in the first scenes of his exciting awakening. After the magic emerges tenfold to illuminate the darkness, the initiate sees things in their negation. The journey...though he was not told but left to discover...is all pain and all joy, the dark and light. He must witness this to not get trapped in the bliss circuit.

The interesting thing is that the absent paternal force allows for the emergence of horus energy...the natural cycle into self-realization. First the mother, Isis, is worshipped. Cups and caverns. Then the father, Osiris, and his rods and swords. Then the babe deity defies the words of his elders and sees the cyclic, layered origin and death of his self and his world, till he sees the mother and father are contained within the son, and in every lie rests truth and vice versa. Q

Thanks! Always a pleasure to read your interpretations.

I like this Pagey. And I know it goes deeper than I can interpret it because at best it would only be speculation, and not the source.

But it does remind me of a particular line from a song that goes along a somewhat similar theme. Maybe you'll appreciate it.

"we've woken up alone, no song to sing us off the edge.
the speakers have blown, this planet is an orphanage.
deep abandonment issues at our core, but if not each other there's fuck all to really keep hustling for
got no ride, least not one that returns our message
our parents aside, this planet is an orphanage
and it cheapens us the way you and I torture each other
it's just the way we collide"

Thank you and it probably doesnt to be honest, I just wrote what came to mind without thinking of a particular meaning. It's really fun to discover the potential meanings afterwards I think.

And I do like those lyrics, thanks for copying them. They definitely fit in.

 

[Raz]

I like it also.

I like that the emotional meaning is pretty clear, but it is not too literal to be applied to different situations..