Black Holes In The Garden Of Eden

AmbientDiversionAmbientDiversion Posts: 25
edited June 2012 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Before the arrival of guests
I stumble-grope though the dark and decay,
a constant reminder that
each day is a series of miracles we
have not earned,
an ocean of human accomplishment attempting to rewrite history
in the garden of Eden

In the time below
I have made melody
of the rift in the love of friends
and their parallel dreams
Intersecting lives now complicated
by vision of dirty hands into
the soil of a garden made real
by the survival of time
and hopes, today, for a
tomorrow that finally comes

The permanence of the stones above
give pause to the restless eternity I endure

My death was a mid life moment of sorrow
when my great love appeared
in ___ ____ __ _______ ___
who now
will sit with you in the tall grass
taking pictures in the rain?

Unanswered letters and the final record
manual clarity divested from the end
acute punctuation
on the perfection
of now
and the loose obedience to a higher self
The culmination of a lifetime harvesting clues about the creation of things
And the truth about black holes

Memories are dreams that other people witness…
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  • rollingsrollings Posts: 7,124
    Before the arrival of guests
    I stumble-grope though the dark and decay,
    a constant reminder that
    each day is a series of miracles we
    have not earned,
    an ocean of human accomplishment attempting to rewrite history
    in the garden of Eden

    In the time below
    I have made melody
    of the rift in the love of friends
    and their parallel dreams
    Intersecting lives now complicated
    by vision of dirty hands into
    the soil of a garden made real
    by the survival of time
    and hopes, today, for a
    tomorrow that finally comes

    The permanence of the stones above
    give pause to the restless eternity I endure

    My death was a mid life moment of sorrow
    when my great love appeared
    in ___ ____ __ _______ ___
    who now
    will sit with you in the tall grass
    taking pictures in the rain?

    Unanswered letters and the final record
    manual clarity divested from the end
    acute punctuation
    on the perfection
    of now
    and the loose obedience to a higher self
    The culmination of a lifetime harvesting clues about the creation of things
    And the truth about black holes

    Memories are dreams that other people witness…

    I like your work alot
  • Just beautiful, thank you
  • Thank you.
    Having another person like your writing is why we do it.
    It means so much that even a couple of you took a second to say that.
    Be well
  • mysticweedmysticweed Posts: 3,710
    wow
    i can't believe i'm just reading this
    awesome
    awesome
    awesome
    fuck 'em if they can't take a joke

    "what a long, strange trip it's been"
  • A few revisions and edits:

    Before the arrival of guests,
    into the city of now and forever a ruin;
    a constant reminder that
    each day is a series of miracles we
    have not earned;
    an ocean of human accomplishment attempting to rewrite history
    in the garden of Eden

    In the time below
    I have made melody
    of the rift in the love of friends
    and their parallel dreams.
    Intersecting lives now complicated
    by vision of dirty hands into
    the soil of a garden made real
    by the survival of time
    and hopes,
    today,
    for a tomorrow that finally comes.

    The permanence of the stones above
    give pause to the restless eternity I endure

    My death was a mid life moment of sorrow
    when my great love appeared
    and no matter how far the light in dark places go
    I remain here.
    Who will sit with you in the tall grass
    taking pictures in the rain?

    Unanswered letters and the final account.
    Acute punctuation on the perfection of now
    and the loose obedience to a higher self.

    The culmination of a lifetime harvesting clues
    about the creation of things
    and the truth about black holes

    Memories are dreams that other people witness…
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