Stuck somewhere between broken fears and torn tears, many people are trapped within the web of chaos. Dispair reigns high amongst the folks who have no hope of rescue from this space. Yet beyond the shadow place, a warrior comes to their aid. His sword cuts away their bonds, freeing them from their self made chains. Once he freed them all, the warrior said, "I was once like you all, chained by my own fears and desires, but someone freed me. Now it is your turn to become a warrior too." Peace and love
I wandered down the forbidden path to see what lay at the end. A pot of gold or a lump of coal? What would be awaiting me? I traversed down winding roads and pot hole ridden paths, not more than two ruts within cut into the grass. There were dark forests, full of wild animals like boars, owls, foxes, and deer, which came out to greet me. I wandered through a desert, sandy dunes high. A small oasis waited for me when I thought I could go no further. I traveled on through brushy, thorny vegitation lined along the road. Nothing was going to stop me from reaching my goal of finding the end. Where is the end? It doesn't exist. The paths go on forever, for it's the journey that matters, not the destination. Peace and love
Time stops, the perception of the continuity of temporal progression ceases to have meaning, what exists now in the space that has no real place, the "me" of mind, the "I" behind this face, is not wordable, language fails. A rather novel state of being, for this experiencing being. Thank you very much, I find such occurances to be cool, groovey, far out and exceedingly neato. For one to illicit such postive energies in the "I/me/mind" of another is a nobel act. well met good lady. I am very curious about the life experiences that stand behind this remarkable work of yours, I do not recall ever having so much of mind, so quickly focus on a single stimulus so quickly, nor it taking me this long to compose a response, to a post. Thank you again. sine cera
Wow, these two poems are definitely on a lighter note compared to your other ones, Hippie Chick. These ones are a lot more metaphorical and fantasy-like. You must have had the creative juices flowing which is a good indication you're feeling better about yourself.
I would have put the title as Tears for fears. Nice poem can relate to almost all the paragraphs. At the moment my life is like the black hole of hell. each day a fiery demon sticks forks into my soul. No job and well you know other things, I sometimes find living pointless:anger: :hang:
i liked your poem very much. I have to say though i still haved to get used to freestyle poetry, i only recently started writing myself and im only used to alliteration and certain rhyme schemes. however when i read into your first poem i felt a the pull of the passion that brought it into creation, so to finish off...very nice indeed!
The chains that hold us down are self manufactured within our fragile minds. To realize this in all its glory is to transcend our bonds. Freedom is available to all. But not all are prepared for this epiphany. So many are still trapped within their own minds. Peace and love
Suicide is selfish Eternal It is a night of sorrow, a song of death, Coyotes vent their pain. The immortal one awakes. Evil shrouds his gaunt form, a timeless desire. His silken hair cascades over translucent ivory shoulders, and his full scarlet lips part, to taste the life steaming from the pale flesh beneath him. Now a night of taking, With a deep sigh, he weeps.
