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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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New eyes discover poems in my mind Banners of landscapes Where some momentary consciousness takes me guest A voice lulls, “be patient” instantaneous Pain delivers me to Rumi Where the moment of the rose are equal durations There I saw a pattern of timeless moments Where end begins, mingled into one word Arriving like the birth of a child You will feel it, stirring you, embracing you like a preconceived embryo Walking through the unknown but remembering the gate I meet malice at the door laughing in an ironic monologue Like vibrations of an overbearing molten steel bell So, I slide the bolt on the door, into it’s groove Winding the old coo coo clock Taking a walk through time & crookedness Where each chemical element absorbs electromagnetic radiations A pendulum accurately forms some unseen reproductive rate Earth’s motions unite oscillations, like an eruption of a volcano Capable of keeping time where modern life becomes transportation Petals become a palette of emotions Welling up inside of you where you dwell within the maker of the universe Cold, hungry and singing His tunes For when you are alone in quiet You meet all expression for your feelings Escallating us to higher achievements Dancing on the swells of lifeless rejects Where the deep of happiness winks creation Where all reason is by your essence Begilling me with such form and likeness Enchantments through gain and loss Standing for love and ecstatic flight into the infinate Like the great spiritual masters of poetrical geniuses May this burn my inner pores of exsistance, always open to melody Where sugar in the flute sprays my entire being |
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PsychoticBunni Member
since 2003-10-03
Posts 162Mythical Atlantis |
the mindis a complicated andconfusing thing. not manypeople explain imaginationlike you do. great wod choice. really big SAT word on that like "oscellation" what's that mean anyway? ::Scratches head in confusion::  Meg tragedy is cutting your finger. comedy is falling into an open sewer and dying. |
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