{"id":18139,"date":"2016-08-13T09:58:37","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T13:58:37","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=18139"},"modified":"2016-08-13T15:08:10","modified_gmt":"2016-08-13T19:08:10","slug":"the-left-side-of-paradise","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/the-left-side-of-paradise\/","title":{"rendered":"#1 &#8211; The Left Side of Paradise (The End of Something)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>running away like children, invisible as the wind<br \/>\nrunning away like children, needing to pretend<br \/>\nrunning away like children, dreaming of anywhere<br \/>\nrunning away to someplace, never here nor there<\/p>\n<p>The left side of paradise, where trains run all night long,<br \/>\nwhere people dance in frenzy to every too sad song.<br \/>\nWe met in secret rendezvous, amid some spoons and candles.<br \/>\nSomewhere by the downtown stops, she lost her leather sandals.<br \/>\nHer heart was pure but beating fast, her pulse a fire alarm.<br \/>\nIt came before she knew its name, she believed it meant no harm.<br \/>\nHer love was gone before it hit the ground, some say I almost cried<br \/>\nThe locket lost was never found, the sinners gathered surely lied<\/p>\n<p>The left side of paradise, hides secrets to make them grand<br \/>\nBreath is just an illusion and time feels more than sand<br \/>\nThey played upon the treetops with mighty plans for greatness<br \/>\nand year by year their desire pushed them, unaware the lateness<br \/>\nGrasping straws and heaven&#8217;s orbs they so valiant struggled,<br \/>\nthinking they gained control, while godly devices merely juggled,<br \/>\nsmiling rainbows to make them smile, but forcing life awry<br \/>\nThe laughter sounded thunderous, as the circle had them die<\/p>\n<p>running away like children, invisible as the wind<br \/>\nrunning away like children, needing to pretend<br \/>\nrunning away like children, dreaming of anywhere<br \/>\nrunning away to someplace, never here nor there<\/p>\n<p>The left side of paradise, where rains bring only acid<br \/>\nfrom generations of humans whose fear bordered placid<br \/>\nThey moved about as icons of beings once adorned<br \/>\nuntil fate delivered judgment and humans left were scorned<br \/>\nRide about in dreamy cars and devour the claws of crab,<br \/>\npick apart the mountains, ignore the sweet Mother&#8217;s scab<br \/>\nPlay the games of livelihood and teach children to pretend,<br \/>\nthe joke&#8217;s on us in Paradise as a beginning becomes our end.<\/p>\n<p>running away like children, invisible as the wind<br \/>\nrunning away like children, needing to pretend<br \/>\nrunning away like children, dreaming of anywhere<br \/>\nrunning away to someplace, never here nor there<\/p>\n<p>~chowilawu~<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>running away like children, invisible as the wind running away like children, needing to pretend running away like children, dreaming of anywhere running away to someplace, never here nor there The left side of paradise, where trains run all night long, where people dance in&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":806,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,5],"tags":[1252,1177,1253],"class_list":["post-18139","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompts","tag-canadian","tag-chowilawu","tag-gislason"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18139","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/806"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=18139"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18139\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":21558,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18139\/revisions\/21558"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=18139"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=18139"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=18139"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}