Open Poetry #22 |
The Far Reaches |
D.Lester Young Senior Member
since 2001-12-08
Posts 1219Austin, Tx |
I float among the winds of the universe A free spirited soul, alone in thought Not having to please anything here An island of secluded masterpieces Darkness, that has so much light Which make blinded thoughts see The intense spiritual fire Burning deep inside Ramblings of pure thinking Clinging to abstractions Unparalleled textures needing fulfillment Light levitating on paths of Yoga trances Thrusting beyond shackled restrictions Hidden doors have evaporated Releasing mists of pent up horrors Strapped down by heavy baggage In myths of self induced hysteria Who cares of minor inaccuracies When the majority shines flawless In a crystal gem of perfection The inner space of extreme tranquility Open the floodgates Release the self torment Let pent up exhaustion escape Surreal escapism In being yourself The magnets of soul searching flights Has pushed boundaries way beyond Self worth being questioned Within the exclusive club of self abuse Thought of others who imprison By always being critical Have evaporated into Who cares The heck with them It is your world to please Do what you spirit wants Have no binding strings Lonely paths will always exist In the demons of others Who always try to inflict pain But the pain is mine to crush In creative counter flows D.Lester Young 9/13/2002 Tuscaloosa, AL Copyright © D.Lester Young (White Eagle poetry) [This message has been edited by D.Lester Young (09-13-2002 03:10 PM).] |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
This is awesome work Cold hands means a warm heart |
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