Jumping in the Deep
7RayZ
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soul power against the wall
is but the stories and stories
of mending eternal chaos
we are but at the pinnacle of balance
where all things meet
emoting ourselves to places
straighten the World
everything broken will land here
a wheel of torture
shall be broken
which path have you chosen?
if all paths leads back to me
together or apart
have we but yet learned
we are strong enough to make it happen
beginning or end?
the end
is the beginning
is but the stories and stories
of mending eternal chaos
we are but at the pinnacle of balance
where all things meet
emoting ourselves to places
straighten the World
everything broken will land here
a wheel of torture
shall be broken
which path have you chosen?
if all paths leads back to me
together or apart
have we but yet learned
we are strong enough to make it happen
beginning or end?
the end
is the beginning
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can never be forgotten.
Upon the Ocean of Peace
we all stood untied
and united
calling upon the Universe
to magnify our greatest good
sweeping into a sphere
what is left of
Love, Peace, Harmony and Justice
Awakening old dreams
and bring forth new ones
written upon a timeless point
All like memories painted into
blue hues
back drop such hiiltop landscape
kissing the sky
where waters once again
meets the sand
our spirits will ride freedom
like the ringing clarity of a bell
another morning has broken
tired as the November rain calls to a past summer
given to the very life thats been taken from me
death is in my lungs
for days to stop breathing
all hope has been lost as if upon some possible
futures library shelf I still reign
miltons and rumi's words become my own as
as they sit lonely in somekind of self pity
I, like them have no more will to live
I worry about the childrens' future
I see pictures of my family and grandchildren of the unborn
what happened inbetween as all I asked
and horrors
and children people shifted to places
My energy is expended to save what is left of some kingdom
to come home
home upon some strange codex
I fear for life
by some insane's genocide
I know they have been saved I see them
I dont not fear my own life
but have a sacred intense caring for their own
sacrifice myself
for I know where I belong
crystal clusters of white
fell from a mottled canvas of grey
for me alone
the tall brush bent under its weight
arching together
into an innocent wooded cathedral
painted and beautiful
welcoming me to be the first
in a warm unstepped aisle of white
quietly in my lost wonderland
begs me to look through its windows
of plain colors browns and blues
my mind tired of its daily beating
hearing only my breath
finally summoned and pierced
my heart with peace
This feels like snow. :thumbup:
holding my hand
copper translucent
iridescent wings
outlined in black its
veiny structure
greeting me
in its graceful flight
its gentle landing speaks
Ive made it to you
to see me
am I not exquisite
I land at your feet.
But, my dearest delicate creature
you bring me more joy
than I bring you
Changing them all
And the thing is
One stranger than the next
Everyone blind
To change
As its signals
from the
Clouds
Life
And confusion was
Meant for these days
When we
Slipped through
The stream
There is a place
everyone knows
My name
Its called home.
And yes,
my soul is warm and full of light…
In a cave
called this cold and dark world.
I only wish to move forward
I see you split broken
running you around
Here...giving to you
my greatest gift
while staying behind
GO
the universe is open
To infinity.
I could do,
As I watch you from the window.
How I love you, how I love you.
My God!
If you only knew.
how
I
Love
You.
then
See...
not so to far, comforted by a split second
When I see you here.
You see.
the pictures
On top of the mountain.
Can you see me?
Behind this glass?
Does it matter anymore what we look like?
Like we are all just trying to make it home,
There you stand
One more time on passing by,
how I missed you
How it ALL tortured my soul.
See Ive always knew you were here.
The tears roll down my face.
How I wish they would stop.
Why is this so painful?
One more crazy trip,
like crossroads
I cannot stand the barriers between us.
Here we are in quiet.
Here we are.
How I wanted off that bus,
How I just wanted to run to you.
On his back he lay,
Waiting.
Spread your wings
its your freedom
please
There are people
Waiting.
Along the shore of body,
on the edge
See them?
I remind him.
show me
Up into a brightly hued
You are still...
the Breathless Spectacular.
Evangelos ...he said
a word from a long time ago
to remind me.
to remind him
I speak truth.
They had thus seeked you.
Now they feel and stand
Glistening
Amongst your Light
In your presence guiding...
wrapping them in your wings
Guiding them upward
Slowly.
Gently.
Waiting.
Grace comes from the world below.
Alright. Im done for today. I will succumb to proper board behavior.
I haven't seen that yet. Is it good?
In this section of the board, waxing is totally appropriate.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TndQbf_j4ng
I actually wrote it for this beautiful man I saw from a bus window, who didnt realize how beautiful he was, stuffing beer into his saddle bags of his motorcycle after another a shit day in his blue collar job. BTW I was on the way to see PJ20 @ Alpine Valley.
Then after I read it I thought of this scene of Dr.Zhivago.
Now that I ponder the fact, maybe I just didnt realize equally how beautiful I was to see that.
Hell, I dont like to see myself alone either. Somethings in life one must accept. I believe learning being free from attachment within the impermanence and uncertainty of the world we live in one will still find he is not "alone". The ties of love never leave. It is a permanent presence. Make sense? LOL!
Stories of Love like Dr Zhivago I believe is the fascination to find Perfect Love in an Imperfect World.
The journey alone is not bad. It may even the most courageous considering we live in hostile world as long as you dont let it turn you into a terrible bitter cynic. However, sharing your own Love with others in many ways makes the journey brighter and exponentially improves the world and lives of people around you.
the darkness gives way to a slow dawn
no more is the inspiration
Ive given it all away
starved and blocked by humanity's sorrow
becomes my own
crows call a forbidding time to heal
endlessness in their victim stew
it never comes
exhausting me
stealing your promises to my soul
stripping down
me
broken an bare
embracing what is left of this rape
hold me in your graces once more
as I will lie bleeding in your arms
in the sun
on the stairs
towards the sun
as if the the days rushed by
and as every moment passes
I stand there
ruminating
on everything that once was
why im here
like some big secret
why do I scream to you?
beating down past horrors
giving birth to children
I never even saw
loving them all
and loving you
its finally stopped
my pain
is just an unfulfilled destiny
that had to be
in regards to the endless cataclysm of saving
reliving in my mind what happened
I stand silent to know my place
from the next apartment over
you sing to my heart
again and again
knowing we cannot live with or without each other
quick fleeting glimpses
as passes in time
I weep
and truths are truths
all recorded in black and white
but still the clouds pass above my head rushing
rushing
rushing themselves somewhere
looking at the garden hose
debating if its a waste of water
Hanging by fleeting thoughts and moments
skimming the upper atmosphere
searching for souls
riding on instinct
skimming through the temple
I see a single person
high on a mountain
in a hall of Chimes
waiting to feel my presence
as I fly by
Within my eyes
I switch over to the open road again
Wishes to rip out the grief and sorrow
Piercing my ears....
Like a wailing wall...
Then I think of the times,
when I stand before you
humble and shy
Rolling my eyes as you can see
Inside...
I smirk...
I remember the days
when we touch each other
the worlds troubles go away.
Giving way to a new reality...
The world rejoices in their new found glory
and then
life a troubled reality
slowly creeps back in
slaps me in the face
reminding me
I stand here alone
outta smokes
looking at the garden hose
wondering if its a waste of
water.
like an alien cheerleader
who lost her virginity
on a wave of words
Spell for me
ANO
Year she shouts?
2011
Maybe like Paliedian's mental hell
in a cosmic football game
just hiding
alot of things
odd sense
till you reach
the End Zone
In the silence of my soul
I weep.
Empathy for the crying many
vibrate my soul
this war is but a cannonball to the chest
Time has become but a sentence
Forty for you
Two for me
Forty for me
And another Endless lifetime for you.
Time but billowing forth from everywhere
birthing a rebuilt humanity
Nothing is more valuable than those saved
giving themselves like secret warriors
only but thankful of the giving of life to others
without you sad
Your love always here but never here
Waiting in solititude for my final ride
quiet is the prison
Where I can only pass note through the bars
Ive remember us
Marked in all history leaving nothing to forget
turn them off
I will stop the whole fucking thing
Remove them
Do whatever you have to do
squatters hitchhikers and theives
to the grandest scheme of things
You cant fuck things up
and conciously get away with it
your lies your mind
have spread war disease racism and famine
in my home
in my name
my sacred place
ungrateful
unkind
and unjust
you dont know how to handle such things
I will remove you all
I dont give a fuck
because you didnt give a fuck
about your brothers and sisters
people who were actually helping one another
that goes for everyone
I will take you to the depths of hell... myself
the curse you have put upon me will be your own
demise
bodies
minds
just pour it all out
a morning full
of good music
maybe someone will hear
Fog
above a sunlight window
maybe
all the beauty
streaming
from a white walled
warehouse
is lost
trapped
I want to see you, too
charming man stands out front
just asking
he is so brightly colored
as soon as i talk to him
someone is standing in my
way
floating
diving
learn not just
to swim
in the waters of white
to make connections
in the silent
dark ocean of nothing
a place where only
souls determined on love
meet
no longer to
be afraid of the
black silence
a place
I would stop
and scream
reach alone
a love light
has entered this
place
beware of the dark
no longer
I thought it was a nice complement ot my brief writing above.
Skillful travelers leave no trace of wheels or footsteps; skillful speakers leave no thoughts of fault or blame. #Tao