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Master Of Your Destiny
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Master Of Your Destiny |
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D.Lester Young Senior Member
since 2001-12-08
Posts 1219Austin, Tx |
Phase One In a small movements The earth is shattered In the notes that start so pure They build in you Entering in meditation Taking you floating Into your universe Of such independence The energy elevates you To the next level of awareness Of total creativity In a space so unique You are the master Of your own destiny Phase Two Once things are started in motion The answer to your existence Will be set in place There will be no stopping it Isolation will not cure it There are no paths to hide you Your vulnerability is your life To explore with open windows Phase 3 Your mind will wander the universe Free spirited flight with no boundaries Constrictions by others will not bind The uniqueness of your identity Your doubt will finally come free To haunt you no more The impossible power of the mind Will lie in words unheard of starting to live Your own denial of your purpose Lies in the weakness of giving up As readers will learn to take flight Your delicate wings will soar An eagle spirit will take to the winds For the white buffalo must be seen For the revival of the power Riding in the skies within us Must ride into the celestial heavens above us The hallucinations of the past Will come clear of their meaning Tormented time has only made You more determined For your audience will lie with the dreamers That say anything is possible For the fairies will cast their spells As magical dragons will set fire inside you In a mind burn that spices up diversity The heart will burn into the intensity of your words Creativity will carry the moment Into the depths of eternity Phase 1 to 3 (For the reader) Phase Four (Retrospection of my own isolation) The cocoon shell is cracking My failures lie all around me Feeding from me in my isolation There is no way of succeeding For the negative is bleeding me dry The drive in me is getting stronger As my eyes weaken with age The late bloomer’s heart is clogged With the pain of existing on a routine That cries for change As the wolves circle for the attack To take me down without a fight The adrenaline of remembered youth Screams in anxiety of a pending confrontation The warrior spirit awaits his imagined army In the empty space behind him As I start to leave this shell What will you see in your eyes Will you believe in a miracle Or will you see a fraud What I hope you see an American dream That can make a difference In the special place called your heart Quote: The inner faith of your creations will rise among the horizons with winds of thought spreading tear drops of illumination. Email me if at davelyoung1@hotmail.com D.Lester Young (06/23/02) Tuscaloosa, AL Copyright © D.Lester Young (White Eagle poetry) http://www.authorsden.com/visit/author.asp?AuthorID=5012 [This message has been edited by D.Lester Young (06-24-2002 09:17 AM).] |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
This is a masterpiece! Wonderful imagery...loved Phase 3, personally. Enjoyed the read so much this evening! ~Hugs~ ~Somewhere in my heart I'm always |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
  (smiles) This is wonderful, sweet friend, yes, we must always look ahead and keep our chins up and let the hallucinations of yesterday become transparent themselves rather than spend time attempting it and look ahead to the goals we set and work each day to establish them! (big hugggssssss) This is wonderful, sweet friend, I LOVE IT, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet friend, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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