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Exodus31125
12-19-2002, 06:00 PM
-->White Skies, Black Eyes
~Calamity~
Someone once said to think
For yourself and let no one boss you.
Pick out your own pieces and
Play the game how you want.

Staring at the sky so high and dreaming
Of a new tomorrow, the bright blue
Sky echoed out to the hilltops and
Called for a warning. Mirrored vale
Foreshadowing the end of a dying age.
Red fiery Peruvian skies and black
Smoldering plagues rage in the heavens
Up on their perches so high, confused.
White skies bringing reigned in by black eyes,
The silence of seething strangeness.
Clouds don’t seem to accumulate so quickly
In the hell storm taking place now.
Carry me to the shoreline of eternity,
Bury me in the sand of paradise.
Enrich my life with a firm hand,
Bring the depths of thought higher.

~Third Eye~
I can see the vessel,
It is bright white and shimmering.
Calling out with a decadent call,
The kind in tales of old.
A valued possession found within
A sole few, but hallowed high
For all time in the sands of life.
Seek it out, follow the scenes,
The picturesque life is somewhere in between.
Strings of life can only be pulled
So taught, broken or bent they sing with dreams.
I can feel the vessel,
It is bright white and glowing.
Calling out to me from with my mind,
The kind in fables I’ve heard.
A valued find within my brain,
Those of only a few, but forged
For all time in the sands of my life.
Passing through me like an hourglass,
The time wastes for no one and I can see clearer.
I can see the points of my life and
Understand my demeanor, my very being.
I can love the vessel,
It is shining white and calling.
Speaking to me from deep in my head,
The kind of things I dream of.
A consciousness unlike any other,
One that frees visions and loses control.
Burning my soul and consuming un-free thought.
Spots float longer inside my eyes.
I can see colors I’ve only dreamed.
No strings can way me down and I’m dancing.
Loosing my self in the turning and it’s writhing.
Open up and free the bird inside, let it fly.
Take on things head first and release life.
Fired up and forging forward, bringing curiosity and freedom.
Lost in a world that works on my own level.

~Open~
Clearly the colors come
And the adamant advantages are abound
Because I can believe in being me
And feeling the faults I used to flee from.
Not only has my mind been cleansed,
But my pains have never been so offended,
I’ve placed everything on the outside.
Now I can see inside to go with the skies.
Truth can take us and individuality can make us,
But it’s our sight that separates us. Not visually
Seeing but focusing the mind on one consciousness,
One divine venture, one chance for perfection,
The holy merger between spirit, body, and mind.


--->Perfect Circle
Transcendental life speaking free,
A perfect circle reaching every decree.
Fate-less warning crying out to me
And scales of life tip into infinity.

Marble--flat and spiraling out,
Not curving towards the ending doubt.
Seeking solace in light’s clout,
Merging with time’s never-ending drought.

Following the outlined form,
Volatile fires fuel the storm,
Rising up and our spheres are born,
We’ll never hear death’s loud horn.

Continuous flowing and never still,
Paths will cross and climb their hills,
But rounding corners sends out chills
To the wandering lines seeking kills.

Power is prejudice, and suffice to say
That nothing will condemn our wills today.
On threshold and on the brink of day,
Circling the tides of immortality.

Never will we will again,
We’ll trace the shape around its bend.
Run and run, yet life begins,
We’ll never see our circle’s end.


--->Only Inside
Hide the locust shell incased
In the carcass of self-loathing.
The only thing that needs to feed
Is the doubt of unreliability.
Watch as the snake slithers endless
Through a path of its own despair,
Wandering aimless but following a
Trail unlike any other slimy slithered trail.
The spider clings to its web while
Scathing the catacombs and recesses of
Our own minds for our one singular thought.
Can you hear me? Can you see me?
I will not allow misfortunes upon me.
I will drag you down below me.
You laughing fool martyr.
I hear only speak only feel only inside.

Can you speak? Only from the inside.
Can you be? Only from the inside.
Could you see? Only on the inside.
Could you hear? Only on the inside.
Can you touch? Only from the inside.
Can you imagine? Only on the inside.
Can you heal? Only from the inside.
Can you breathe? Only from the inside.
Can you cry? Only from the inside.
Could you laugh? Only from the inside.
Can you believe? Only on the inside.
Can you dream? Only from the inside.
Can you teach? Only from the inside.
Can you survive? Only on the inside.
Can you die? Only from the inside.
Could you live? Only from the inside.

Having the butterfly flying to the moth,
Clinging to the light of reason and floating
Forward with the speed of sound. So
Surprised to hear the quickness in the flutter,
The shaving sound whispering sweetness.
Is this trivial travesty taking care of the
Torment, the anguish sitting idly in your stomach,
Gnawing at your acids, wishing for a reflex.
Sickness drawing forth from the bowels of
Danger and crawling towards the surface.
Can you hear me? Can you speak?
Only from myself does my self feel free.
I can only speak from my inner spoken feelings.
I can only hear what I know to be heard.
You laughing fool martyr.
I hear only speak only feel only inside.

Could I live? Only from the inside.
I will gladly pour it all and bleed profusely
Upon the ground. Give it all up to breathe
In the light feel the warm amber essence
Surround me. Know the path and walk it.
Feel the ground and grab it. Touch the
Right and taste it. I would gladly leave it all
For the chance at unison, the belief in a whole
Substance, a connected being.
Only from inside can I hear, speak, and see the truth.
I am the one that tells me what to do.

damnable
12-19-2002, 09:27 PM
I don't know that the last poem is that uplifting, but I'm not really in an uplifted mood, so there you go. Good poetry, though. I can tell that it came from your heart, unfiltered, unadulterated. It's astounding to think of how much love there is in the world; and how little I manage to add. Here's trying. Keep writing and living.