Isle of Solitude Collection (repost)

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PoetryIsLife

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since 2001-10-27

Posts 1763
...in my boxers...

0 posted 2002-07-23 03:05 PM

Dry, parched ground,
all around.
No green, no color,
no sign of any life.
Lack of water evidenced,
as with an overdose of heat.
Rolling plains of hard, ungiving ground,
blinding light uncaring.
I look around, up and down,
naked, unclothed.
I am close to dust,
which flows throughout.
Close to my Maker I am,
on this dry, parched ground.
Calling out, my voice cracking.
The sound quickly fades,
and I realize desolation.
Desertion, depravity.
Myself my only physical companion,
my deepest darkest depths
clear as day in this...
this Isle of Solitude.

I stand alone,
in the dry, parched ground.
Looking around,
seeing nothing but dust;
dust, wind, and earth.
The sand flows through my fingers,
the wind blows it all around me.
The downward spiral of the chaos
reflects the inwards of my mind.
Yet here, standing on this ground,
alone on this Isle of Solitude,
I feel a peace, a calm.
The silence, the solitude,
the dust and sand.
They allow time to think,
time to feel and breath,
to sense the hot earth
flowing down my throat.
I am alive, I am willing...
willing to fight this battle,
the battle of life.
Because, I know,
I will always have the Isle of Solitude.

As the journey continues,
on this Isle of Solitude,
the edges of sanity
are unreachable.
And for this, he praises.
The vast, incomparable
mass of this tangible labyrinth.
He stops. Raises his fists,
and screams.
Only he understands.
Only he can comprehend.
And that is just fine.
The scars of determination
are a portrait of unbending,
unflinching resolve.
The scorching sun tans his bones.
The sand burns his tender toes.
But he does not notice.
All he sees is the distant
unattainable borders of solitude.

Note: This is a series I wrote a while back. I always said I'd post it as a single piece one day. Now I have.

[This message has been edited by PoetryIsLife (07-23-2002 03:10 PM).]

the_loner_23
Member Ascendant

since 2002-06-08

Posts 5479
Jacksonville, Florida, USA

1 posted 2002-07-23 03:08 PM

Cold hands means a warm heart

Mistletoe Angel

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since 2000-12-17

Posts 32816
Portland, Oregon

2 posted 2002-07-23 03:17 PM

BRAVO!!! Oh Daniel, I'm so happy you re-posted this in one here in Open, sweet friend, the transition of emotions here is astounding, I love how there is stillness in the end! (big hugggssssss) This is wonderful, sweet friend, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Daniel, thank you for sharing!

May love and light always shine upon you!

Love,
Noah Eaton

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

Shakira

PoetryIsLife

Senior Member

since 2001-10-27

Posts 1763
...in my boxers...

3 posted 2002-07-23 08:59 PM

Thank you.

~Titus

As I'm out there, walking, searching, for myself, for you.... won't you join me? Let's walk this journey together.

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