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GOlDsparklESS
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since 2001-12-13

Posts 428
central nj

0 posted 2003-01-21 10:42 PM

An Ode to Pastel Emotions and Hindi

A bad friend doesn’t read your poetry.  They don’t even want to hear about your poetry, or anything beyond the depth of immediate shenanigans, and they definitely do not take the time to listen to your soul…

Essentially, a true friend honors Who You Are.

A friend is there even when things get rough… they should not be-

~a fair weather friend, she says~

* * * * * *

damn the phase of self-destructive fogs!

Damn the belittler’s circumventions;
untruths which traverse bridges burned by
a pile of smoking ash …awaiting a phoenix

dying embers, cooling orange elation
turning sour-
spitting bitter grey roses out of
a mouth once enveloped
by pure Faith steeped in
liquid Love…mine

thoughts ebb tirelessly in time with a sanguine moon
soundlessly strewn across threaded strands of
sick sorrow…
wind blows hollow
here today,
gone tomorrow

shadows of traces,
plastic faces
shining Never;
superficial fantasies
bruised by the consummation of
One, blowing smoke

undulating, nonexistent- he stares; bleary
eyes- newly tainted stains of refracted glass
reflecting hued prospects…

A prophet’s wake ripples in
this voracious march of godliness.

Doggedly, the fallacy of epiphany escapes,
unharmed, into
Enemy territory

*   * * * * * *

I close my eyes,
reveries envelope me
~embraced~

remembering a dream-
an immense, endless tiger speaks in Hindi;
whispering the promise of an undying, immortal romance…

I feel the promise draped upon the trees
in the breeze which enters my bones, so deep.
The promise carves the universe into fire,
turning bones into remnants of a supernova…

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O' to be delivered from the realm of the rational into pure song...

Connel

Senior Member

since 2002-11-04

Posts 736
Florida, USA

1 posted 2003-01-21 10:44 PM

Enjoyed.

I wish to become a great poet some day, but it will only come in time. Til then, I shall write my poems, and wait.

GOlDsparklESS
Member

since 2001-12-13

Posts 428
central nj

2 posted 2003-01-21 11:12 PM

"I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear
has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain."
-Frank Herbert

"Half the world is composed of idiots, the other half of people clever enough to take indecent advantage of them."
-Walter Kerr

EagleScorpion
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since 2000-03-08

Posts 1644
Here, Now, Forever

3 posted 2003-01-26 10:21 PM

i like that quote!! haha its funny because it's true!! good poem too.

passing shadows
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since 1999-08-26

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displaced

4 posted 2003-01-27 09:17 AM

deep thinking poetry here

nakdthoughts
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since 2000-10-29

Posts 19200
Between the Lines

5 posted 2003-01-27 05:42 PM

I feel the promise draped upon the trees
in the breeze which enters my bones, so deep.

wonderful words...a great description
*s
M

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