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since 2000-05-06Posts 4374
Sailing through a stream of conscience
I glide gently over its reflective surface,
paddling with a shovel to unearth
all my past whispers and future promises.
I am to myself on this journey, seated
on the crafted bark of a fallen Oak.
Gaze at the sky where God holds his throne,
I am stunned of breath at this ice blue ceiling
stretching to infinity over all celestial planes.
Its majestic presence towers over my dwarfed insignificance.
The answers do not lie in the tranquilliser clouds
where birds sail on the wind of dreams
and spirits fall dumb in lack of oxygen.
Little islands of failed ideology clot the waters
and give sanctuary to the masses who wish to follow blindly.
Encountering cannibals of independent thought,
it is safer to adopt the mask of each ethic tribe;
to sink into their traditions of brutal savages and parasites.
These are my obstacles but I have focus and clarity of soul.
Lost to a destination unknown, staring through the fresh waters
observing in silent denial the ghost of my reflection
in constant change until it is unrecognisable, incomprehensible.
My youthfulness is eternal decay, drained
to nourish an expanding intellect.
Burdened with empty knowledge scratched upon my face,
tangled barbed ivy conceals identity in chaotic overgrowth.
Memory is malleable, contoured to suit a present purpose,
each distortion peels away a layer of truth,
until it fades as a falsely construed photograph.
My mind holds jagged shards of images
that will not gel together, as a puzzle without resolve.
I am sailing for twenty years at least though
I only just became sentient to this world.
At first chaos plagued the mind, unable to grasp its complexity.
Now my personality is at calm with its Siamese self,
they are lovers under duress of my obsessions.
Death and beauty are statuettes of darker seeds,
where shallow God falls I rise in streams of conscienceness
fragmented visions flow seamlessly from tributaries of psyche.
"Take nothing but pictures. Leave nothing but footprints. Kill nothing but time".
"To be nobody-but-yourself-in a world which is doing its best night and day, to make you everybody else - means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting."
"Art is a lie which makes us realise the truth." Pablo Picasso
"We Irish are too poetical to be poets, we are a nation of brilliant failures" Oscar Wilde
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since 1999-11-07Posts 1521
ooooh this was a really cool poem, wrapped in wonderful literary paper.
since 2000-04-26Posts 6943
Mumbai, India : now in Belgium
Should I repeat myself and say BRILLIANT...
why not??? Brian, you are one amazing poet...
*My vote for this one for sure*
since 2000-02-14Posts 685
Nice one Brian....
Never be a carbon copy of anybody...make your own impressions. - ANON.
since 2000-01-22Posts 18554
you already know this is one of my faves of yours
later wise gator
since 2000-04-06Posts 10263
this was stunning, it reads with a flow and imagery that breathes expression.
good choice, Brian
"How do I love thee? Let
me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace." Elizabeth Barrett Browning
since 2000-01-03Posts 7855
Usually I blanch at message-heavy poems, but this is amazing just for the lines about paddling with a shovel, and tranquilizer clouds. Love your words.
since 2000-03-28Posts 1369
Brian - always so deep ---This poem
is delicious ----a reader's joy and
since 2000-03-04Posts 1304
Wonderful Brian wonderful.
since 2000-04-30Posts 14774
Oh Brian ... if I copied all the lines I particularly loved, I fear I'd repeat the entire poem ... tremendous verse! Really wonderful!
since 1999-05-26Posts 22612
Wonderfully written Brian!
since 1999-05-20Posts 21191
Cape Cod Massachusetts USA
You're good, Brian...
since 2000-06-17Posts 45
!! NUMINOUS !!
since 2000-02-02Posts 27738
Brian, howdy again, I remember this one...got my attention twice....
since 2000-04-16Posts 414
Apex (think raleigh) NC
i remember this. just as nice the second time
since 2000-05-06Posts 4374
X Angel, "wrapped in wonderful literary paper" does that mean I am in the book? LOL
thanks for your wonderful response.
Sudhir, thanks for the vote and reply. Sir, I am surrounded by amazing poets.
chris, thanks for the reply.
Jan, thanks. Can always count on you.
Kathleen, thank your your kind words.
Mike, I know that I lack subtlety in such matter sometimes. Thanks for your wonderful reply.
netswan,thank you for your wonderful response, another porch poem.
Kit, thanks for your kind words
Nan, good? only sometimes lol. don't let the irish charm fool you. thanks.
Nancee, thanks, i think.
Elyse, thanks again.
"An abyss that lasted creation A circus complete with all fools
Foundations that lasted the ages Then ripped apart at their roots"
since 1999-06-19Posts 2462
Nicely written. Enjoyed.
since 1999-06-20Posts 2464
Somewhere near the Rainbow
Brian, I got to the end of this poem, and off my tongue out loud came the word amazing. Your way of illustrating your thoughts overwhelms my mind. You are a fine artist and I am blest to have eyes to absorb the extreme talent you exhibit.
since 2000-02-04Posts 2919
New York, USA
Simply incredible!!!!! Bonnie
Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08Posts 9269
Either a very great muse or a very talented poet wrote this one. I think it's the later
since 2000-05-13Posts 3552
High Springs, Florida
"paddling with a shovel to unearth
all my past whispers and future promises."
..those 2 lines brought on my FIRST chill...
as always brian..i stand in awe..
"Half of what i say is meaningless; but i say it so that the other half may reach you."
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