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Blurry Shades of Focus |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Thick it moves ever so slow Heavy indention in my head Exact and percise Momment of dirt solid marks of time I can see from beneath the stones Pale and gray at first A feather's stroke of black Twisted individual noises in the dark A glimpse in the crevices of the forgotten realms of my own mind I have found that tiny door With the lock without a key my restless soul searches for with dire need From this present state of the under side of a pin from the sky I lay flat on the surface of the soft earth And scream for my way My way of life The essence of my being I grudge and squeeze and struggle for a breath of human acceptance Knowing his mind will never allow me to be free from a form of his superiority Flawless and perfect without a scratch, and a very hard surface, impenetrable An opinion held by a man even during his eternal sleep An opinion I will never accept He chooses for us to never conform to the set expectations of the natural cycles of this life Let him hold himself down Every bitter phrase and remark is another link of the chain that holds this father from his son Let him construct the wall I refuse to scale His request is my perfection to his idea of my life He will always request and never recieve The more I understand, the more I see, the brighter comfort and awareness becomes These wet motions of my brain wash out the set standards of what I can not do Let me flow And bathe it the sun rays of wholesome oneness with my inner self That cannot be taken from me Burning the whats unaccepted Lightly blowing ashes Closed will remain closed until opened. |
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River Senior Member
since 2003-09-16
Posts 627my own little world |
well I think I already sortove know the story behind this: "His request is my perfection to his idea of my life" ...wow, good topic to pick for a poem, I see the anger and rebellion here...have you shown this to him? ha ha, just kidding...  groovy job Craig, very inspiring.- River Love hurts as bad as it feels good. |
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cusick Senior Member
since 2003-07-27
Posts 668 |
Good for you. The only thing in this one chance of life is to be yourself. A very deep poem. Maggie |
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