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#1    third_eye

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Posted 17 February 2013 - 04:50 PM

at twenty paces,
the mob was already hoarse;
baying and wailing,
their venomous spittle, raining upon me.

making believe in a make believe world;
breath through a prism of chromatic lies.
putting back together shattered promises,
still being gathered, still in pieces;
somewhere, somewhere a heaven awaits.

two paces and two more,
the vicious howls;
drowns the rusty jangle of my chains,
fiery gaze with deathly intensity anticipates me.

making believe in a make believe world;
pounding hearts muted in restless emptiness.
piecing back together shattered memories,
still being gathered, still in slivers;
somewhere, somewhere a paradise awaits.

four paces not more,
the edge glimmered a soft welcome,
impatiently simmering with expectation,
coldly reflecting a sea of restless torches.

making believe in a make believe world,
grasp through a rainbow of prismatic lies.
putting back together the ruptured truth,
still being gathered, still in splinters;
somewhere, somewhere a womb awaits.

only a humble kneel now,
a final bow to mute the blood thirsty hounds,
a slicing murmur as the blade flutters up the air,
a sigh of a virgin's first deathly kiss.

an eternal pause,the final emptiness,
comes hails of soundless greeting.
a cavernous soul in pitch silence;
desperate echoes dissipate to mumuring whisphers,
like laughing waters...

~third_eye @SHaYAP©2013

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' ... life and death carry on as they always have ~ and always will, only the dreamer is gone ~ behind the flow of imagination, beyond any effort to be still
dancing in the ebb and flow of attention, more present than the breath, I find the origins of my illusions, only the dreamer is gone ~ the dream never ends
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GIFTS WITH NO GIVER - a love affair with truth ~ Poems by Nirmala

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#2    Still Waters

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Posted 18 February 2013 - 10:21 PM

Very powerful.

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#3    third_eye

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Posted 19 February 2013 - 06:52 AM

View PostStill Waters, on 18 February 2013 - 10:21 PM, said:

Very powerful.

the executioner of the executed ?

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' ... life and death carry on as they always have ~ and always will, only the dreamer is gone ~ behind the flow of imagination, beyond any effort to be still
dancing in the ebb and flow of attention, more present than the breath, I find the origins of my illusions, only the dreamer is gone ~ the dream never ends
'

GIFTS WITH NO GIVER - a love affair with truth ~ Poems by Nirmala

third_eye ' s cavern ~ bring own beer


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Posted 19 February 2013 - 08:36 AM

quite vivid imaginary through it all .. i like it

by the name of Allah the Gracious the Merciful
Say, "I seek refuge in the Lord of daybreak From the evil of that which He created
And from the evil of darkness when it settles And from the evil of the blowers in knots
And from the evil of an envier when he envies"
truthful was Allah The Most High And Great






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By third_eye in third_eye's cavern, on 19 February 2013 - 08:57 AM


at twenty paces,
the mob was already hoarse;
baying and wailing,
their venomous spittle, raining upon me.

making believe in a make believe world;
breath through a prism of chromatic lies.
putting back together shattered...

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