Old poems, old feelings, am I that old

Discussion in 'Poetry' started by goodknights, Sep 26, 2005.

  1. goodknights

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    How can you find away from here

    in darkness we see a door appear
    from silence we hear
    a cry of fear...

    But
    "light coming to you as an ally,
    light coming to you as an ally!"

    Repeat the text and feel it grow
    what to do next is to blow
    the bad out of you, the demon of yours
    Be strong and brave untie your curse.


    It was just one poem I wrote before Christ found me. It is really about one experience when a black door opened to my room and something was about o come inside my room. I saw a hand already. I was totally bound to darkness and I think this poem has inside of it what I hoped for me: freedom. Sorry if it is not good english.

    I try to remember another from that time.

    Religion is our father
    together we must gather
    it shows the way to a place where to stay
    the paradise gateway.

    Death can't catch you
    if you love others to
    so way to heaven is to become a child
    again and again and again.


    That I hoped also at that time. But that was not the one I hoped to remember.

    Heres one more.

    Mysery in your eyes,
    sadnes in your voice
    pain can make you cry
    but tears are not alive

    Sorrow in your mind
    where its locked behind
    Story tells
    kindness is in million wells.


    Now I remembered one.

    There is and there always will be
    the other side of the wolrd to see
    look upside down and trough the first
    let the sight burst.

    You hear them walk with you
    be strong, not frighten to do
    a turn to look at them
    they're gone, you won again

    You dont know what it is kind
    cant see inside your mind
    there would you find a key
    pass through a stormy sea
    should you sleep to there
    you'd need a guide to take care
    that you could find your way back
    before your senses would crack.


    This I wrote when I had smoked a lot pot and was at that time very strongly tied to darkness: seeing dark figures, they were following, and continuous fear.

    I think these are really not good but they are sharing feelings. I write in finnish usually, so these are made over ten years ago when my english was poor and thinking and writing taking first steps.
     

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