Drowning in oceans of emotions,
I’m in between the tide,
The current drags me under
And I’m ripped apart inside.
Sinking deeper, left alone in the dark-
Getting closer to the bottom,
But there isn’t one in my heart.
Nailed down and crucified, it was all at my own risk
I gave you everything-
Now you give me this?
Broken dreams, and empty promises-
As you run away
Hiding in the shadows of darker days.
Leave me bleeding, No revival, No redemption.
My soul is fleeting, from survival, into ascension.
__________________ This lamentation of me, is just an imitation of me. Who I am and what you see, you will never know.
Drowning in oceans of emotions,
I’m in between the tide,
The current drags me under
And I’m ripped apart inside.
Sinking deeper, left alone in the dark-
Getting closer to the bottom,
But there isn’t one in my heart.
Nailed down and crucified, it was all at my own risk
I gave you everything-
Now you give me this?
Broken dreams, and empty promises-
As you run away
Hiding in the shadows of darker days.
Leave me bleeding, No revival, No redemption.
My soul is fleeting, from survival, into ascension.
Great job man. I can feel the emotion radiating from your words.
Now I challenge you to write another poem from the other end of the spectrum. I'd like to see if you can write a poem about the optimism of your current situation.
The heart of the wounded, dying.
Cast upon a glutton, lying.
All the while, confiding,
In a prayer to make this go away.
Can you show me how I failed in so many ways to bring you back to life, back to me?
When we prayed, and I promised I would be there when you cried & when you were old…
And when we died, our story would be told.
So, where are you now?
To encourage the songs of you and I, a covenant of simply believing in you, in me, in we- can do anything together.
Just give me a sign that you can still see the beauty in the gift of life.
Tell me how you hide away enough to keep just a little bit of fire to illuminate the darkness behind your eyes.
Explain to me, all of your futile methods and how you destroyed yourself, because you were too scared to save yourself.
Did you forget about the first time I saw you across the room, audacious and starry eyed-
How it set inside your heart and we knew that nothing
could ever tear us apart.
I suppose you did-
Cause this is fading, my sanity breaking, and you’ve fallen so far.
This is my 40 days of famine.
My 40 days of strife.
The emotion cutting me like the dull edge of a knife-
Still bloody fresh from the last life taken, my soul forsaken.
Still I listen, for the sound of salvation.
The glorification of a Divine Phoenix winging.
A holy bell ringing, Angelic choirs singing praises of-
“Hallelujah, soon, you’re coming home”
__________________ This lamentation of me, is just an imitation of me. Who I am and what you see, you will never know.
Nothing is Static but change, My current situiation is a turbulence-
Like you said, time heals.
This is current.
I'm just waiting for the hole to heal.
__________________ This lamentation of me, is just an imitation of me. Who I am and what you see, you will never know.
Let the music of your soul overflow to the rhythm of voice inside your head
The unmistakable whisper of truth
Collapse,
And let the Light shine through-
Let the emotion touch you
Let the love fill you
Showing you a path of reason.
Say no words, and let your thoughts subside
Listen for a moment, and if you really try
It is the voice that is within us all
The spirit, the son and the father
Listen deep for the inner call.
__________________ This lamentation of me, is just an imitation of me. Who I am and what you see, you will never know.
today, for instance, i listened to people's eyes. and along w/ their movements, i learned volumes.
hold on. here's a quote i used this morning w/ the music teacher. i think it's apropo:
OH FOR FUCKS' SAKES, SOMEONE HAS MOVED THE NOVEL!!!
be right w/ you...ahhhh.
from the intro of STILL LIFE WITH WOODPECKER by Tom Robbins
' You don't need to leave your room
Remain sitting at your table and listen
Don't even listen, simply wait
Be quite still and solitary
The world will freely offer itself to you
To be unmasked, it has no choice
It will roll in ecstasy at your feet.
--Franz Kafka
i've always liked that quote :)
__________________ Time is still the infinite jest.
It's the only bit of solace that never fails, pen & paper....
It's honestly such a great method, because having to ability to reference everything you're going through will help you make decisions based off of clarity. It's easy to get caught in the moment and let the current take you, by writing the details down you're keeping your thoughts and progress in order you'll make informed complete decisions.
You're making such amazing progress, it's really amazing to see and be a part of.
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today, for instance, i listened to people's eyes. and along w/ their movements, i learned volumes.
It's amazing how often we don't pay attention to the small things. Fine tuning your ability to pay attention to more details than just what's being said is very powerful. Some research suggest that upwards of 70% of our communication is done non verbally.
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Originally Posted by gonzo
' You don't need to leave your room
Remain sitting at your table and listen
Don't even listen, simply wait
Be quite still and solitary
The world will freely offer itself to you
To be unmasked, it has no choice
It will roll in ecstasy at your feet.
--Franz Kafka
i've always liked that quote :)
I hadn't come across this quote in my reading Kafka yet. It's perfect for this topic, well played. Which of his works is this from?
Let the music of your soul overflow to the rhythm of voice inside your head
The unmistakable whisper of truth
Collapse,
And let the Light shine through-
Let the emotion touch you
Let the love fill you
Showing you a path of reason.
Say no words, and let your thoughts subside
Listen for a moment, and if you really try
It is the voice that is within us all
The spirit, the son and the father
Listen deep for the inner call.
I kinda like it but it feels very familiar, which ruins it to me.
today's a sunny day. stuff is melting away. and i find thoughts move as liquid. the few clouds there are merely reflect off of the puddles on the ground. the shadows are friendly.
and via the IPOD i can randomly-- allow this aural spectrum of my own choosing (1,000 favorite songs) --trigger streams of varying mind imaging. creating my own personal stream of consciousness.
i don't think listening to our feelings is ever a waste of time. picking one form of entertainment over another form may close some doors, yet it also may open the windows.
as long as the air is moving.
__________________ Time is still the infinite jest.
today's a sunny day. stuff is melting away. and i find thoughts move as liquid. the few clouds there are merely reflect off of the puddles on the ground. the shadows are friendly.
and via the IPOD i can randomly-- allow this aural spectrum of my own choosing (1,000 favorite songs) --trigger streams of varying mind imaging. creating my own personal stream of consciousness.
i don't think listening to our feelings is ever a waste of time. picking one form of entertainment over another form may close some doors, yet it also may open the windows.
as long as the air is moving.
This is inspiring. Opening doors or windows, finding comfort in clouds, puddles, or shadows... what an amazing way to be in touch with the world around us.
How often do we watch people ignore these things.
Over the weekend my Mother and little brother visited me, I've recently moved to Indianapolis. They hadn't yet seen my new place so they came to visit and I showed them around town. My little brother ask me about everything, and I found such joy in explaining things to him. Telling him about this or that. I didn't tire of his questions because if I can serve as a reservoir of information for him, I will serve that niche. He was constantly looking around, never forward, so eager to understand the world around him... constantly exploring in the hope to find it's secrets.
Gonzo, I believe you of all people appreciate that story and know what it means.
Thank you for being such an inspiration, and for writing something that reflects taking notice of the world around us. It has been great speaking with you over the multiple concepts we've explored lately. I really enjoy your perspective.
"Originally Posted by gonzo
re: let the light shine through
and watching the weather change...
today's a sunny day. stuff is melting away. and i find thoughts move as liquid. the few clouds there are merely reflect off of the puddles on the ground. the shadows are friendly. "
Interesting...the way you made shadows, a word that attaches negative thoughts and feelings to it, a metaphor for reflecting the beauty of the world.
Transforming your perspective of a darker thing, and bringing peace and happiness as a part of the equation.
Never settle for the way things are, even shadows you can't escape-
But it's all subject to change, especially when it reflects reminders of how beautiful life is.
The sun is smiling upon us all, let us look at the light for what it really means.
__________________ This lamentation of me, is just an imitation of me. Who I am and what you see, you will never know.
I don't know how I could have done it without you both...thank you for taking my hand when you helped lift me up. God has put you guys in my path for a reason, maybe even I in yours. The future ahead is looking brighter every day, my tears have left me. And the poetry of our lives, the verses where we confide-the truth that never lies, it is the freedom of my life. Writing the light in our eyes, so bright-reminding us we are Alive! Hallelujah!
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^I think Gonzo and I are a good team. As such, I can't express what an amazing experience it has been watching you grow. I can't speak for Gonz, as you'll have to hear what he has to say, but this has been one my first experiences seeing someone work through something with myself as a catalyst. It has been amazing, this is what I want to do.
I used to have a relationship on this level with my art teacher, for 2 years of communication-
I wasn't the same person as when i first came to the school.
He was my mentor, needless to say-
He left.
I never thought I would find anyone else that could take me there like he could.
Until now.
It really is a big deal for me, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
What say you Gonzo?
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people may leave our lives but their words and actions and compassion for listening stay with us forever. when such a person does have to leave our orbit it leaves a void doesn't it? especially if that infuence was good for us.
yet we carry on. on a higher plateau than before. then, if we have our filters open we'll find new individuals with which to communicate our new ways of thinking. a brand new journey where we continue to somehow weave a tapestry from the strands of our past to our future promise(s). the promise of more plateaus.
i'm glad i was here, now. these many discussions have pulled me through the january blahs, and lo, behold, it's already the end of february. time passes easier when we feel like we're moving forward.
there is nothing better than the feeling of being involved when someone makes a life-altering break-thru. it feels like being part of something larger than ourselves. of giving ourselves up to something bigger than ourselves.
because of the comraderie here, i can say honestly, it's been good to be part of this.
thanx.
__________________ Time is still the infinite jest.
yesterday, whilst chipping ice in the driveway, this lyric jumped out at me:
" and i, i want to slide out of my hide all clean and free and better..."
it's from a Concrete Blonde song, True Pt. 3.
i can't metamorphosize. but within my sentient body, i can change with a lot of hard work, an open mind, a productive imagination, and the willingness to try.
sure, stuff trips me up, but i haven't remained down and out yet.
res ipsa liquiteur...let the good times roll.
__________________ Time is still the infinite jest.
Your so right Gonzo, It's like the very energy of our souls is enough to give us the momentum we need to move forward in this life. And the especially rare moments where two of the same mind, in their own movement of life- have a moment to intersect at a convex and for that one moment (again Fight Club momentary perfection reference) have a chance to become vulnerable to eachother and gain a tremendous ammount of insight and perspective.
Isn't that what life is really about?
Finding NEW truths, New concepts, New anything...Anything that guides your mind into a new place open for evolving your own thoughts and perspective.
I think thats pretty much the cycle of human consciousness.
That recieving of enlightenment or wisdom, Digesting it through your being till' you can personally empathize enough to-at that next special moment-pass on the torch of truth, learning, and intellect. They too, will one day have an opportunity to pass that same torch, that eternal fire.
Repeat as necessary...
Spiral Out, Keep Going...
And that bit on time passing, even though everything else stays the same-
It's the journey of our own personal growth that makes all the difference.
I've felt so stuck, but I was in a relationship where my attention was on nothing but trying to heal the wounded, fix the drama, and every other distraction that kept me from my true, eclectic nature.
But like you said, this recent comraderie, just brings shit back into perspective...
Really...
It changed everything, and honestly, I feel like I'm coming into my own again...
The past and the pain doesn't even matter anymore, I've let it go.
Because I know that there is soooo much to look forward to.
People like you.
It's true.
Let me pass this rhyme off-
You know what to do ;)
-Chris
__________________ This lamentation of me, is just an imitation of me. Who I am and what you see, you will never know.
Lamenting about the things we can never change is pointless.
It's the fact that, yeah, we all fall down-
But it's the one's who never stop looking forward, never giving up, and more than inclined to stand right up...That seperates us from the apathy of the weak.
"Try not...Do, or Do Not...There is no Try."
-Master Yoda
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This is a quick poem i threw together, Focusing on getting out of this hole.
I'm trying to have more light in my peices, I'll work on it some more but here goes...
I’ve been sitting here for what seems like years.
Imprisoned in a hollow of memories and tears.
Down in it, beneath the fault line, the pressure is so overwhelming-
I’m loosing my breath.
Choking to death-
Unable to let you go.
But I suppose-
It’s time to move forward and grow.
Time to ascend, again.
I remember life without this sin-
But I can’t remember when.
Asking questions like, “How did I get here?”
Taking several steps back-
Now it all seems so clear.
It wasn’t you who saved me, dear.
It was you that ran away, in fear.
Unready to face the truth because it scares you.
I’m sorry you fell behind-
But now, It’s my time.
Time to let you go.
__________________ This lamentation of me, is just an imitation of me. Who I am and what you see, you will never know.
