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The Myth of the Diamond Mountains
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The Myth of the Diamond Mountains |
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desperado Member
since 1999-05-24
Posts 312FT Hood,Tx 
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in a forbidden time and place when beauty was a silent face just a fraction of reality there was a hint of destiny in a place called the diamond mountains where riches lay like water from fountains and I traveled there to find this gem one that people always find on a whim the stone that changes the path they take a rock by which all bonds will break and new bonds will be formed from what remains gathered and scattered life it still contains take a peak at the range before you standing tall defiant in what you do you can't control the rock that you must face you can't control your road in this place and the diamond mountains will never fall no matter the army, nor the horn that call Valhalla's riders are no match for this stone for those who don't find it you're destined alone this quandry of love that's so hard to decode a master that slaves you into a difficult mode with peaks as sharp as knives before you trapped in a world where you don't know what to do the story comes closer to what you see and you are what you really want to be snared by the future you love and desire held in place by the cold and the fire this is the land of the diamond mountain where forever is judged in a single fountain on the top of the peak in a silver well by a blind old hag born out of hell and an angel of heaven to give up his soul to trade for the lives that will be made whole as they flip a coin and wait for the splash time only telling if love will last from your wish you'll find an angels face and the prize you find will change the place you'll find that the mountains always change it's a never ending fluid-like range grows stronger and weaker with each passing dream cutting and sewing the masterful seam with each passing life that crosses the pass they take with them a tiny piece of the mass making it smaller and smaller for it to be while those that die put back what we see People demand freedom of speech to make up for the freedom of thought which they avoid. --Soren Kierkegaard |
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EagleScorpion Senior Member
since 2000-03-08
Posts 1644Here, Now, Forever |
this poem paints beautiful pictures for me. Beautiful like the words themselves. God alone is alone. Man is not. |
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amusemi Senior Member
since 2001-12-08
Posts 1262A State of Disarray |
A very profound piece here. I found much that I identified with and enjoyed.  |
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
You're at your best here, James... Great visions, great metaphor.. great verbal twists.. all combine to form a great work..I'm smiling..  |
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desperado Member
since 1999-05-24
Posts 312FT Hood,Tx |
thanks you guys, I do appreciate it. any idea of what I should do next? the ocean? a river? a swamp? a plain? an island? ideas would be nice. thanks again. People demand freedom of speech to make up for the freedom of thought which they avoid. --Soren Kierkegaard |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 BRAVO!!! Oh my gosh, this is marvelous, sweet friend, I love the metaphors and cadence you always put into your words, this is a true gem of delight! (big hugggssssss) We all love you so much, sweet friend, kudos to you!!! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet James, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
ALL THE ABOVE, desperado...very well done indeed, and looking forward to the swamps the oceans the rivers the sea...etc... jwesley |
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