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Walter Poe
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0 posted 2002-10-28 12:55 PM


...and on the sixth day i was sent a vision
and apocalyptic nightmare
it marked the begining
of my descent

I find myself unsure
in my madness
is it I
or is it the recurrence of thee

my mind wanders
over foreign landscapes
home of the broken peoples
dark shattered shadows crying to be whole

i descend further into the vision
i enter the last days
a plethora of sights and smells
asail as if i suffered in nievity

my mind creatures around me
become as smoke as i approach them
ghosts in a twisted mind
i can read them all

Fear surrounds me
ghost fear intangible in essence
citric bitter it burns my tongue
before evaporating as a ghost itself

The buildings alter even as i focus
altering as my thoughts race around
solid in this shadow of my past
the sun broken in four parts passes

i watch the sunset of the sixth day  
in my own world of shadows
no fear is in me
it leaks coating this world

Total darkness i am alone again in my mind
i stand in the final night in a world of shadows
perhaps i saw the sunrise i don't remember
but the city of shadows is gone and i continue -
Perhaps there is no Hell

The very deep did rot: O Christ!
That ever this should be!
Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs
Upon the slimy sea.

© Copyright 2002 Paul Weatherstone - All Rights Reserved
the_loner_23
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1 posted 2002-10-28 01:40 PM


I like this poem

Cold hands means a warm heart

Mistletoe Angel
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2 posted 2002-10-28 03:43 PM




(big hugggssssss) Oh Walter, you seem troubled, is everything alright? I know this feeling ever so well where buildings seem to crumble and the corona blocks the sun and makes everything seem gray and apocalypse is beginning in my heart! (sigh) Know the sun never sleeps and he is always watching us all and will prevail with love, sweet friend, God Bless You, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Walter, thank you for sharing!



May love and light always shine upon you!

Love,
Noah Eaton

"Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..."

Shakira

Radrook
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since 2002-08-09
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3 posted 2002-10-30 04:12 PM


Now you got me worried and jumping at my own voice and fleeing from my own shadow pal!


LOL


wranx
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4 posted 2002-10-31 12:13 PM


Walter Poe,
This needs another ride on the bullet train, we know as "Open"

Great write.

~wranx

In reply to "which way do we go?", the answer was never "straight", but, "progressively forward".      

~wranx~

JamesMichael
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Kapolei, Hawaii, USA
5 posted 2002-10-31 04:19 AM


And perhaps there is a hell...some say they are living in hell on earth but we have to die to find out for sure...James
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