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  <title>Journey to Ixtlan</title>
  <subtitle>(are we there yet?)</subtitle>
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    <name>kokopelle</name>
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  <updated>2017-01-15T20:06:58Z</updated>
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    <title>Poem - Paradise Lost</title>
    <published>2017-01-15T20:06:58Z</published>
    <updated>2017-01-15T20:06:58Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">“Paradise Lost” is a rewrite of a poem I wrote in 2015.  The former production was inspired by the title of the song “Looking for Eden” by Ian Anderson (Jethro Tull).   I’ve rearranged portions of the previous version, added some lines, and removed unneeded punctuation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paradise Lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for Eden to rest my tired head&lt;br /&gt;a garden of paradise away from the pain&lt;br /&gt;seeking the far land of milk and honey&lt;br /&gt;distracts me from the living I have now &lt;br /&gt;peaceful existence that's faded away&lt;br /&gt;was it really that way in past memory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The years pass and I'm still standing here&lt;br /&gt;the lone man remembering what could have been&lt;br /&gt;days of wine and roses are no more&lt;br /&gt;replaced by the bitter dregs of thorns&lt;br /&gt;ash cast to mark my place&lt;br /&gt;on the transoms of life's flogging rack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow the landmarks of a life wasted&lt;br /&gt;beware the landmines of lives abused&lt;br /&gt;and you'll find the exit from Eden&lt;br /&gt;the gates require no flame armed guardian&lt;br /&gt;they are bound shut by my own consequence&lt;br /&gt;of acts carried out in foreign lands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will be no answer if dare knock&lt;br /&gt;innocence was the attendant in the past&lt;br /&gt;he is long gone, victim of long years&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if Eden is just a memory&lt;br /&gt;illusion of the wiles of retrospection&lt;br /&gt;whispering that life had a better time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2017, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20170115.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=kokopelle&amp;ditemid=700449" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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