Reverence
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Endless cycles of suffering to reconciliation
Endless relief dropping like those tears from your eyes
Painless reentry to the world I once knew
Here, again, yet somehow not the same
Never the same, never the same
Blessed and cursed by such a painful renewal
Learn lessons quickly, learn them and survive
Never would I trade it for anything else
On balance I've gained more than I've lost
Blessed by vivid skies, explosions in colour
And still I'd give anything to claw back that pain
Endless relief dropping like those tears from your eyes
Painless reentry to the world I once knew
Here, again, yet somehow not the same
Never the same, never the same
Blessed and cursed by such a painful renewal
Learn lessons quickly, learn them and survive
Never would I trade it for anything else
On balance I've gained more than I've lost
Blessed by vivid skies, explosions in colour
And still I'd give anything to claw back that pain
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That's it, man!
Always never the same
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Tide high, this inlet filling like a bath
Surfaces, stretched out in liquid
A glass cloth rippling from west to east
Calming, just to look at surface tension
Calming to see a different beauty today
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i've had little time to write or even read lately
so glad i stopped by for this
fucking awesome as always
"what a long, strange trip it's been"
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Boats static
A chime rings
Birds shrill more clearly
And light hangs on longer
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actually
i find this even more
. . . more
fantastic word flow
rocking visuals
you've outdone
yourself k
again
"what a long, strange trip it's been"
Thanks a lot. I've just come back from a little break up in Scotland, and our guesthouse was right on the waterfront, at the mouth of the estuary. Really really beautiful. I sat out there each morning and evening and watched the different vistas coming from the different water levels - high tide, low tide, it made everything look so different, every time the whole place changed. It was so quiet up there too! Quiet enough to hear yourself think, and feel your own heartbeat. Was good for me.
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Something coming
Someone asking, something giving
Someone somewhere saying something
Something about me
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Exhaustion to the fore
Sterile, senile, staccato. Empty eggshells, broken glass
Empty of feeling, sharpened and soiled. Bankrupt and wasted, wasted and kept. Kept from something
Tireless denials. Frenzied and friends
Exit, flicker, shadows, and more
Exactly the same
Every dim outline
Exactly the same
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They never explained
They did things to me
Childlike, you don't understand
Unreachable stages of life
pan out below me
Unspeakable anguish
Impossible to touch
Vacancy
Sometimes it isn't even worth trying
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I married Isis on the fifth day of May
But I could not hold on to her very long
So I cut off my hair and I rode straight away
For the wild unknown country where I could not go wrong
I came to a high place of darkness and light
The dividing line ran through the center of town
I hitched up my pony to a post on the right
Went in to a laundry to wash my clothes down
A man in the corner approached me for a match
I knew right away he was not ordinary
He said, “Are you lookin’ for somethin’ easy to catch?”
I said, “I got no money.” He said, “That ain’t necessary”
We set out that night for the cold in the North
I gave him my blanket, he gave me his word
I said, “Where are we goin’?” He said we’d be back by the fourth
I said, “That’s the best news that I’ve ever heard”
I was thinkin’ about turquoise, I was thinkin’ about gold
I was thinkin’ about diamonds and the world’s biggest necklace
As we rode through the canyons, through the devilish cold
I was thinkin’ about Isis, how she thought I was so reckless
How she told me that one day we would meet up again
And things would be different the next time we wed
If I only could hang on and just be her friend
I still can’t remember all the best things she said
We came to the pyramids all embedded in ice
He said, “There’s a body I’m tryin’ to find
If I carry it out it’ll bring a good price”
’Twas then that I knew what he had on his mind
The wind it was howlin’ and the snow was outrageous
We chopped through the night and we chopped through the dawn
When he died I was hopin’ that it wasn’t contagious
But I made up my mind that I had to go on
I broke into the tomb, but the casket was empty
There was no jewels, no nothin’, I felt I’d been had
When I saw that my partner was just bein’ friendly
When I took up his offer I must-a been mad
I picked up his body and I dragged him inside
Threw him down in the hole and I put back the cover
I said a quick prayer and I felt satisfied
Then I rode back to find Isis just to tell her I love her
She was there in the meadow where the creek used to rise
Blinded by sleep and in need of a bed
I came in from the East with the sun in my eyes
I cursed her one time then I rode on ahead
She said, “Where ya been?” I said, “No place special”
She said, “You look different.” I said, “Well, I guess”
She said, “You been gone.” I said, “That’s only natural”
She said, “You gonna stay?” I said, “If you want me to, yes”
Isis, oh, Isis, you mystical child
What drives me to you is what drives me insane
I still can remember the way that you smiled
On the fifth day of May in the drizzlin’ rain
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holy
fucking
hell
"what a long, strange trip it's been"
I swear I saw a thin line of people
Snaking their way, as smoke
I felt it in the beating heart, the scent of the pine trees
Something pulsing, crisscrossing the land
(We would call them ley lines
You, I don't know what)
I read it in the words of the hunter today -
How he felt the heartbeat of his quarry
Pounding in his chest
How he felt the blood thump in his temple,
Reached out and asked a question,
Flexed his arm right back and shot.
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"Where's your cigarette?"
"I haven't rolled it yet"
"We can't give you a light until you've rolled your cigarette. Roll your cigarette and step outside"
"That's my lighter. Can I have my lighter please?"
"We can't give you your lighter. Roll your cigarette and step outside"
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Revered the vision, revered the seer
Round here they beat it out of them
Today they're not allowed to be
Today they crush them
On an overdose of matter
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What, matter?
Choose what?
Does matter
Choose other matter
like unto itself?
I am rolling
now.
Give me a fucking light
"what a long, strange trip it's been"
The world of matter, so worshipped this century attracts matter like wet sand becomes solid, grain by grain coalescing and strangling the world of the spirt, filling in every gap with matter. Fall face down into the packed wet sand and see what I mean. It hurts, with a deadening thud. The mind, once free to fly astral planes, roam open space to giddy heights of revelation, while held in check by a firm cord, has been usurped by the Brain, measurable on a machine, the matter, the firm bits of brain conquer mind, conquer spirit - and the materialists cheer this on - until 21st Century man is reduced a chemistry textbook of approved personality, approved action, his spirit a test tube filled and filled with cold coagulating matter
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Strung strung out
Inside an uncontainable fire
Possessed
By superhuman strength and terror
In that state that godawful place
Was twisted with gargoyles
Twisted with the breath of pure evil
Even the chairs and tables writhed with forked and flickering tongues of spirits
That place, then
Dear God
I pray I never go there again
They helped me, like driving a madly careering car into a brutal brick wall
Helps the driver
And if you climb out intact
You will count your blessings for the rest of your life
But that place then
Corrupt rancid energy
Hallucinating the walls
Grotesque hall of mirrors, the living portraits
Leering and drooling
And me, down on my hands and knees
Face pressed into the unfolding worlds
That opened between the patterns in the skirting boards
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Vengeance is MINE
Thus sayeth the matter
all humanity is
is matter
you know the rest
the oceans made me
AND
The oceans came
up
with love
"what a long, strange trip it's been"
Indeed! Don't take too much notice of my ramblings, I wrote that first thing in the morning in a particular frame of mind, but having spent some time outside in the sunshine today, the world looks a lot different!
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thanks for letting me play along
"what a long, strange trip it's been"
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You guys are great. You have each given me over the past 18 months, more than enough light to penetrate the darkness. I am so grateful. The last 'just give me a fucking light' was kind of like a message sent back in time to my former captors...... although I kinda think they heard me at the time!
Looking back from a distance, things always seem different. I do believe that you can send positive energy and understanding back in time, to the 'old you' that needs it. A lot of my poems I think are just me trying to work out my understanding, and dissolve a bit of the trauma, through touching it. I am really grateful to have the support of you, and the others in this part of the community whilst I am working through this.
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When you've got nothing
You've nothing at all
Nothing in my pockets
Nothing up my sleeve
Not enough freedom
To buy my mother a birthday present
She came to visit me
and I wrote her a card from my
tattered, grubby possessions
Wrote something desperate and confused
Confused and desperate love
I felt ashamed, all I had to offer
But she has the card still
today, sitting with care
on her mantelpiece
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here I found my answers
and the forgiveness for others and myself that I needed to heal.
But with that said,
carry the burden I shall always, because it is me
because of them.
We make each other and so I will always listen.
want to be enlightened"
Waterfall in this world
This time, not clinging to
The dark far part of my collapsing thought
The light, in the real world
Cling to something
Cling to the thought, the image of
A distant spray
Waterfall settling cooling my mind
Cling to something
Cling to something
The outdoors
Gonna have to see the outdoors
Ferns and bracken crackle underfoot
Long journey
An opening
The spray
Make it to here, stand still
and dare to look behind
Make it to here
Give thanks
And not to turn around
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