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D.Lester Young
Senior Member

since 2001-12-08

Posts 1219
Austin, Tx

0 posted 2001-12-15 05:02 PM

This is about a series of different views in our emotions.

Pane 8: The hideout from prying eyes

My hideout is one of serenity
It comes from a special window
That no other human can enter

The birds call me here to sing
Among the fruiting trees of sparkling gems
For each special thought will set them whirling
To light my mind into ecstasy

Getting so naturally high
As to set my wings to flying
The winds of my expressions
To glide with my words
Send chills of pleasure spiraling

For in the static currents vibrating my brain
A reunification in the revival of one self
Baptizes me again in the faith of contributions

For the invisible fingers that will tell the tale
Reach out far and wide
And protrude back to the pane
That has my heart with it

To record within the beats
The magic of this place
That no one else can imagine

Let other seek other things
But I must seek humanity in myself
To the point of trying to see the good
In the other trying to destroy me
For not understanding themselves

Yes window, I go here in another type of pane
To escape those that will label me
And never having the time to know me

For I am the monster that will destroy them
For caring to feel inside me and cry
The emotions we are blessed with to expand on
Spiritually as well as mentally uplifting
Feelings of one’s self in the presence of another

For it is their doom of despair that crashes over
Being so repulsive that they are blinded
And so I try to find a window to peek in at them
But those louvers are always drawn too tight

And I dream of the day that a simple spec
Will creep in
And create an explosive masterpiece
As to open up the room
Of the damp stagnant musky void
Full of barbs of poisons
That blisters anyone around them in hate

Yes it has time for me to find my space
To fly free again with my eagle
Through whose eyes I always see better
And who will protect me
While I sleep in my satin so soft
Clouds of thoughts
That will send me along
To other world to create

D.Lester Young (12/15/01)
Tuscaloosa, AL
Copyright © D.Lester Young (White Eagle poetry)

Mistletoe Angel

Member Empyrean

since 2000-12-17

Posts 32816
Portland, Oregon

1 posted 2001-12-15 05:28 PM

(big hugggssssss) Sooooooo beautifully expressed, sweet friend! (smiles) Yes, we all have this special place of serenity deep in our hearts that's invisible to all others of its unique beauty, and where we train ourselves to fly, just as the mighty white eagle you are! (sigh) BRAVO!!! We all love you, sweet friend! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet doctor, thank you for sharing!

May love and light always shine upon you!

Love,
Noah Eaton

Startime
Member Ascendant

since 2000-10-03

Posts 5918
Canada

2 posted 2001-12-15 06:18 PM

Oh gosh...I finally figured it out...your words weave a spell that brings the vision to life. Absolutely magnificent. That is what I do with my Dream Weavers. When I read your work I feel caught up in the world as you see it and feel myself filled with a feeling of serenity. I LOVE IT!! I LOVE IT!!! Now I know the magic with which you weave. *sigh* **hugs**

Love I leave with you whether it is in your life now or yet the essense of your dreams.

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