In Case Of Emergency - Break Glass

Being EnlightenedBeing Enlightened Posts: 5,746
edited August 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art

The moment captured
Like my heart
Encased in glass
And I behind
Licking the salt
A wretched beast
To be caged
And they pay
Just to view
They don't understand
Tell their tales
To children's ears
(feed children's fears)
I once was
That innocent child
But bought it
I allowed it
Not knowing better
But now do
In my cell
(my personal hell)
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
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  • anOmisanOmis Posts: 223
    ancient tableture
    under waterfall
    inner peace
    my precious jewels
    sun god awaits to heat the rocks
    mountains become like wolves
    chanting their song
    thirsting for reconnection
    with someone who cares
    the book of life closed and went elsewhere
    the book of the dead re-opened for business
    headless children begun to walk the earth
    following the pied piper and his lovely
    sounding flute
    which led them down the hall
    to the door of the grim reaper
    which in-turn was no more
    the parameter changed without notice
    and the foxies of the nightime
    were listening and waiting
    for when the time was ripe
    to bring them to a promised land
    of their own vain imaginings
    eye for eye,one for all
    they laughed and scoffed
    at the true and old
    so did the coyotes
    who feasted for their souls
    pics,flicks, and tricks
    they surround us all
    myrs of firey desires
    crystal ship crystalized
    to end all human suffering
    to give life a new meaning
    behind the music
    the words
    the lives
    driving force of the world
    grant us one more day
    to analize this physical plane
    time of the mind
    it never was about the money
    time to revert of what it really stood for
    he could be watching
    from behind the mirrored sunglasses
    within the shining star above your house
    or the mountains surrounded
    by the snakes and wolves
    where they stick together
    through thick and thin
    away from the populated ant farms
    when the killer awoke before dawn
    he gave tribute to our sacred mother
    if were gonna fuck,let it be so
    on the rocks,let it go
    my life is a gift and a curse
    filled with true pain
    not known to the true amatuer
    i knew i was on top of the world
    when i blended with the finest
    ingredients of the earths surface
    kicked out of heaven
    for offering the god's some dope
    sort of a peace offering
    for eternal life
    so they cast me down to hell
    i guess they did not like my
    jim "n" i humor
    how did we miss this one?
    partys 24/7 here
    if you like hangin
    with a bunch of psychos
    who think they still have bodies
    if there is a god
    i rest my case
    with one final answer
    why did god make people
    who turn out to be assholes
    are they some kind of secret society
    with an all time motto
    "you have an asshole so be an asshole"
    i cant ajust to this description
    we have the power
    so succumb to our will
    hate to be the one to tell you
    but the rewards are greater
    when you die
    why not build an empire
    from the rubble
    you enlightened ones
    have not logged in
    expose yourself now!
    like the paintings
    on the four walls in the gallery
    living by grace is the true
    essence of living
    vain the dream
    to spirit only
    is the spirit life revealed
    by myself the soul of nature
    from myself
    is still concealed
    from the outside world
    blue flames within me
    from it's ashes
    pale and dead
    and i draw the world within me
    and i send my soul without
    with the lightning sword
    i prevail the earth
    drawn into the mystical circle
    near and narrow
    waste and wide
    severed by my selfhood
    from the world life
    of the whole
    there's a method to my madness
    measured by my gladness
    to the last cliffs of space
    i shout
    sing out sing out
    love may repose
    but never rest
    who keeps true time
    shall time outlast
    and it's music
    shall never know
    raptured highs
    and responsive smiles
    young at heart
    veil they fly
    strange days
    and weapons of grace
    errors from the soul
    would pass
    and leave
    the senses pure and strong
    rosy fingers
    radiant hair
    glowing cheek
    and glistering wings
    resume and rectify
    thy rude design
    ~~dont mind yer make up, just make up yer mind~~

    ~~its better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you are not~~

    F.ZAPPA
  • Mr PyjamaMr Pyjama Posts: 253
    I havent seen your stuff before on here, but i really liked that, you have your own style whch is rare. really detailed and graphic.
    Situations get fucked up and turned around sooner or later...
  • A bump for B.E......

    :)
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