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icebox
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since 2003-05-03

Posts 4383
in the shadows

0 posted 2010-08-18 07:17 AM

I tire of this life more easily each day;
waking to my world's stark reality,
the way of simple human ciphers,
petty needs of children who age but never grow,
there is a weight in knowing without the drain of sharing thought.

I find myself in quiet sometimes
trying to convince myself love meant standing for the beating,
then I remember awareness and futility,
stark reality like polished floors
in an arcade where every mirror has been poisoned;
still there are more dreams within the universe
than are there grains of sand on all the beaches of this world;
this little world so rife with life in all its desperations,
thirsty yearning souls abandoned on each path
unable to recall reasons for existence,
motivations that trap us each in agreeing to be born.

I know who I am and what I've been about.
I have outlived doubts and turmoil that plague the ensouled young,
and where, pray tell, where are my compatriots?
Tattered fragments of one scattered common soul,
there were so few of us this time and now fewer left alive,
others gone waiting on the soft Akhashic plane,
sharing anecdotes and laughter
with time to reconsider lessons learned
plans and goals and resting to regroup,
I call to them and bid them wait.

©2010 by icebox

Cpat Hair

Member Patricius

since 2001-06-05

Posts 11793

1 posted 2010-08-18 07:26 AM

powerful write sir.. reflective and wise... perhaps from a viewpoint a bit obove those arcade mirrors or the reasons we agree to be born..

always a treasure...when I find your words to ponder...

Margherita
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since 2003-02-08

Posts 22236
Eternity

2 posted 2010-08-18 08:53 AM

quote:
Tattered fragments of one scattered common soul,
there were so few of us this time and now fewer left alive,
others gone waiting on the soft Akhashic plane,
sharing anecdotes and laughter
with time to reconsider lessons learned
plans and goals and resting to regroup,
I call to them and bid them wait.

Yes, you know who you are, dear Charly, and this write is precious and poignant too.

It gives goosebumps.

Love,
Margherita

passing shadows
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since 1999-08-26

Posts 45577
displaced

3 posted 2010-08-18 11:06 AM

Well my friend, I believe that if we had a choice to be born or not, some of us would choose to remain non-existent

And what a tragedy that would be.

See, often greatness comes from having to be here without knowing why. And some of us are content to just help others along the way, until and if a reason for being comes to light.

Martie

Moderator

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since 1999-09-21

Posts 28049
California

4 posted 2010-08-18 06:37 PM

Charly...always deeply thought filled by your poetry.

"there is a weight in knowing without the drain of sharing thought"

Amaryllis
Senior Member

since 2010-05-20

Posts 1306
Mi now

5 posted 2010-08-19 01:41 AM

Martie quoted the very line that resonated with me, also.. poignant write..
~Amaryllis

Honeybunch
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since 2001-12-29

Posts 7115
South Africa

6 posted 2010-08-19 08:51 AM

Certainly a most reflective write, Charly. I hope I'm not manipulated into being born again but perhaps we will have no choice in the matter - what a tragedy that would be.

Wonderful write!

Helen

jwesley
Member Rara Avis

since 2000-04-30

Posts 7563
Spring, Texas

7 posted 2010-08-19 09:11 AM

A chord striker my friend...reflections of age sometimes grow pretty heavy as we get more and more near the other end...

j.

Nocturnal Pulse
Member

since 2010-08-12

Posts 84
Australia

8 posted 2010-08-19 10:21 AM

Possibly one of the most poignant writes I've seen.

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