I am passionate,

And for that,
I have paid.
I believed in you
Laid the bricks for us
Just to watch the mortar
Blast it away.
It crumbled
And it succumbed
To another different
But I sure did enjoy
Riding with you
Down this rigid Highway.

Take away ecstacy

Take away lust
Strip it all down
Nothing left
But the two of us.
Still believe we
Got enough
To make it
To our dream.

Silent nights now
We don't know what to say
Respect for the hero
I watch us fade away.
I still watch the sunsets
But a part of your color
Shines through.
I know, I just understand
That a piece of me
Is in you.

It will be forever
In You.

by chris schwartz

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I think 'the force' here is 'time' it's one of the finest poems in the English Literature.
What a magnificent poem, full of dark paradox. Each stanza has at least one apparent paradox, usually more: The hand that whirls the water in the pool Stirs the quicksand; that ropes the blowing wind Hauls my shroud sail. Whose hand? ! A human hand can whirl the water in the pool, but who can stir the quicksand? (Takes a bigger than human hand, I think, that turns to the root of being, to the Deity. That ropes the blowing wind, again, invoking the prime mover, though, for contrast/comparison a human hand can haul his shroud sail. (Again, though, on a metaphorical level, that invokes The Great Hand.) The opening is unforgettable, but here's another stanza that could destroy the mind of a literalist: The lips of time leech to the fountain head; Love drips and gathers, but the fallen blood Shall calm her sores. And I am dumb to tell a weather's wind How time has ticked a heaven round the stars. Wildly musical, this poem goes way beyond music to invoke meaning in sounds. Intellectually ambitious, it can tie your head in knots if you take it literally This poem goes way beyond religion to a profound sense of unity with all creation. And, yes, with death, or rather, beyond death.
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