icarus
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I called you the sun
In the hopes that I would be Icarus.
Legendary and famous
And dead in a blaze of passion.
But you are not the sun,
I’m falling
and falling
and my back is
burning
but I’m freezing
cold
cold
and the wind is
Icarus, A little boy,
One day wished
For wings to fly.
Daedalus loved him,
Far too much
To tell him no.
So, made him
Out of metal things,
An airplane that gleams.
He was always warned
That riches destroy
But how can such greatness
Turn out so sour?
It brought prizes and happiness
There once was a man named Daedalus
Known as a dentist of excellence
He sampled some Vicodin
Now he’s imprisoned in
A habit of common excrescence
A habit which started with booze
Machines clink,
Chips drop,
Shouts of joy sound
and groans of loss as money is exchanged.
The air thick with alcoholic breath.
A golden haze around the highest bidder
and the biggest winner by far.
All the moon knows how to do is consume,
And reflection was never enough for me
Hubris- is a dangerous thing.
I was 17 when we first kissed,
When he gazes at her it is in full view of her beauty and to spite those,
who say he shouldn't,
He is in love with her.
Her skin is warm. So warm that he thinks she might be able to warm his heart,
you were always one to reach for the stars
your dad gave you wings and
hoped you’d be content with the sky
he was afraid
they say he died of drowning because the wax of his wings melted.
but that isn't true.
he died from the cold.
the ice gripped and clawed at his wings
weighing them down
I’m Icarus,
And I’ve always wanted to fly!
That’s why I went to flight school
And tried my best to apply!
They didn’t like my grades, though,
All except science.
My dad’s really, really smart
The Last Flight
Have you heard of a story about a boy name Icarus,
who use wing of wax to give him flight
Icarus a boy young and bold
This pilot's story told
Brave and true he flew
Straight through
Blood and fright
of flight or fight
But he flew too high
the enemy's guns blazed true
Icarus a boy young and bold
This pilot's story told
Brave and true he flew
Straight through
Blood and fright
of flight or fight
But he flew too high
the enemy's guns blazed true
Wings out stretched, feathers fluttering in the wind.
"Don't go towards the sun," they said. "you'll fall to your death"
So Icarus stayed low
He was looking at me with a hunger in his face that boys like me learn to ignore as soon as we can climb a tree.
I have never climbed a tree.
I was curious.
“What are you
Daedalus survived aboard a stationIn the dark void of spaceHis son, Icarus, felt immense elationAs he worked alongside him at a faster pace Today they could see the red giantUp close and personal
perhaps
the story
goes differently
this time
just like
the last time
icarus falls
but this time
someone is there
to break his fall
apollo couldn't
Daedalus shows him how to shave,
Teaches where the razor glides smooth, shows him where his adam’s apple will grow.
It’s a simple task, one better late than never
While I have always sought affection amongts the secrets of the night,
Sharing kinship with the shadows,
Relishing fromt the solitary seduction of it,
I cannot ignore the Sun.
A loose excerpt from The Icarus Complex:
There was a child named Icarus,
Who always dreamed of touching the stars.
They had wonderful intelligent parents.
God were they intelligent,
The inexorable creep of sleep
seeps into my toes
worries and woes
Thrown out my window.
For during good times
I have flown too close to the sun.
Dear Icarus, you poor, poor soul,
Forever a cautionary tale
That reaching for the blue, bright sky
Is doomed to always fail.
Were you truly at fault?
All you wanted was to fly.
I wish I didn't dream so big
The ground is a hard place
With only blood and melted wax wings
To cusion the fall
The first thing I saw when I met you
Were your wings, held close behind
Tucked and folded, neatly hidden
A stifled source of pride.
I loved you for your wings,
Though I knew they would be your demise
I am Icarus who is in love with the Sun.
In your own sweet and delicate way,You are a burning light of emberThat has sparked what is nowA raging inferno within my soul.
I lie in distant planes of a lost timeAnd my groans and sighs echo against the stones at my feet.For two waxen demons sit on my shoulderssAnd have grown too heavy for my frame.A wing made of wax cannot be folded;Neither can it bear the weight of I
ICARUS - a stiffened dream of humanity in his desire - to fly
Space ships and airplanes is not full of human feeling
that this dream has come true
Our mind want to traveling around the stars and distant worlds
Informed; I pack my deserted island duffle bag
Like Icarus and Sisyphus I set my feet to sand
Action cannot exist as past, and my time is at hand
Whether fall, fail or crumble I have nothing but my will
The summers are hot, but you are hotter.
Your wings are made of wax melting
nothing left but a paint by numbers.
You tell me it’s okay,
Poor little Icarus
so far from home.
Freedom filled him up
but weighed down his bones.
Poor little Icarus
fell into the water.
By the light of the sun
Pandora
Foolish girl
You let your curiosity get the best of you
And opened the box
That forsaken box
And now your brethren and children
Will suffer
A fate of sins and evil
O Muse, take pity one me! For I cannot retell half as well as thee!
Daedalus, Daedalus, creator of many the glorious thing,
Daedalus, Daedalus, the one who gave Man wing,
In Crete, that wretched place,
In education, there lies miscommunication,
misinformation, and misinterpretation--
for bright-eyed students lose their naivety and become
hard, cold, and cynical; like the ones that teach.
Imprisoned, trapped, confined,
Prey to those who hunt us,
but blessed with genius, with cunning.
The wings of freedom on our backs
provide our only hope;
the gateway to the heavens,
Oh Icarus,Look at your broken form;You tried so hardTo be a god,But they clipped your wingsAnd spit on your pride,Oh Icarus,Tell me,How does it feel to beMortal now?
