All My Stars Are Falling Down
n the video to the right is my poem, “All My Stars Are Falling Down”, which I wrote back in, oh, 1999 or so. It’s about dwelling in pain, finding hope, and most importantly to me, going to find your own hope instead of waiting around for someone else to give it to you. It’s set to “Exit Music” by Savatage.
I think that one of the problems with people these days is a lack of faith in themselves, in ourselves. I think too many things in this world try to teach us that we are not good enough, strong enough, anything enough to get by. We’ve been taught to be victims, to need help, but at the same time, not to rely on ourselves or each other for that help. That’s part of what I was trying to address in the poem, the idea that we are taught to wallow in our pain and use it as an excuse for anything we don’t want to deal with. I don’t buy that, myself. As the Dread Pirate Roberts once said, “Life is pain. Anyone who tells you differently is selling something.”
Bad shit happens, and when it does, the only real choice you have is to walk through it, and emerge the other side of it stronger for having done so. That is, “All my stars are falling down, and I go to find me one.”
For the YouTube disabled, the poem:
Whispering winds wandering weed-grown paths
Forgotten trails like ribbons of time
Flowing from this point to that
Boldly and with purpose
She walks them, lost and aching
Boots crunching hopelessly
Wounded soul bleeding through its scar tissue
Still the world keeps spinning round
And all her stars are falling down
Past mistakes pile up like stones in our hearts
Weighing it down until no set of
Wished-for wings can lift it up
Until no amount of strength is enough
To forgive ourselves
Until no kind of love is unconditional enough
To set us free
Still the world keeps spinning round
And all our stars are falling down
Nights grow colder, blacker still
Until you stand utterly alone and freezing
Forced to face all your sorrows
You touch each cherished pain
With gentle fingers and tired eyes
You hug them close one by solemn one
You are the summation of all your fears
Still the world keeps spinning round
And all your stars are falling down
I chose to stand alone, unaided
In darkness deeper than ever I’ve known
My haunted heart hollow and echoing
Waiting for strength and love and faith
To fill its lonely halls
Waiting for hope, a single glimmering light
That will be enough to guide my weary feet
Down these weed-grown paths
Still the world keeps spinning round
And all my stars are falling down
And I go to find me one.
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February 20th, 2008 at 10:25 pm
I like the poem but I hope you are happier now. That seemed like you were in a sad time. Just remember that no matter what goes on with you as long as we are here you will never be alone. See you soon. Love ya lots…MOM
JavaElemental Reply:
February 23rd, 2008 at 11:54 am
Yeah, it was a sad time, but things are better now.
Thanks, Mom! Love you too!