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#121    AwakenAscension

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Posted 16 November 2012 - 02:00 AM

Combustion
I have the fire
that never goes out,
only changes color
to what I'm about.

It burns in my chest
and soars between my eyes,
seering into the rest
of my body and mind,
igniting my nest,
consuming everything it finds,
until everything left
forms ashes that combine.

The inferno rages on,
no matter how I color the flame.
I can color it calm
but nothing can tame
what is welding the bond
to where I am going and came,
by heating the song
with lyrics that remain.

Created in a custom
that makes its own tinder,
this is the combustion
that fires my cinders.

11-15-2012 GJL

Once the threads of fate become entangled,
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we stretch and pull this web, as one.

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Posted 16 November 2012 - 02:45 AM

See Through the Rain
I'm falling apart inside, tonight,
my heart is in pain.
Clouds of torment gush through my sight
as I try to see through the rain.

I want to be sick....
I want to mourn....
that it had to be like this....
"Why was I born?!"

My secret pains
that nobody knows
where my lusts lost my gains
as if they were never so.

Then I remember
this pain will not last.
Come, this December,
she'll be but the past.
Then there will be another
in this two sided grasp,
leaving me to wonder
why I bounce back so fast.
Why do I repeatedly wander
down this up and down track?

11-15-2012 GJL

Once the threads of fate become entangled,
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So as we create our destiny, from our own angle,
we stretch and pull this web, as one.

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Posted 16 November 2012 - 02:48 AM

It's really bugging me, that I used "down" twice in that last line. A little redundant...

I'll leave it as is, for its originality, off the top of my head. But I think if I ever use it, I'll revise it as "ALONG this up and down track?".

Edited by AwakenAscension, 16 November 2012 - 02:51 AM.

Once the threads of fate become entangled,
they can never be undone.
So as we create our destiny, from our own angle,
we stretch and pull this web, as one.

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Posted 16 November 2012 - 04:35 AM

Sorry About That
Sorry I make you want to see
the way this comes true.
Sorry I make you come to me,
the way that I do,
when my place sets you free
as you slip off your shoes
and you desire me to breathe
in your ears that subdue
until it begins to ring
from deep within you
and my grasp is the thing
that you must pursue.

11-15-2012 GJL

Edited by AwakenAscension, 16 November 2012 - 04:38 AM.

Once the threads of fate become entangled,
they can never be undone.
So as we create our destiny, from our own angle,
we stretch and pull this web, as one.

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Posted 17 November 2012 - 09:29 PM

It is no secret.
The information is shared freely
to all who come across it.
It is not hidden.

The Truth is too large.

When a bit is received
its member knows it
instantly.

Opens, up the path
where the wheat grows
and removed
are the tares of the heart
as they are connected
to the mustard seed.

Edited by SpiritWriter, 17 November 2012 - 09:30 PM.

The letter kills but The Spirit gives life. 2 Corinthians 3:6

Non-ambiguity and non-contradiction are one sided and thus unsuited to express the incomprehensible. -Jung

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Posted 17 November 2012 - 09:36 PM

These are the sizes of my circles.
Here, take apart one
and you will have some cusps.

Here are my cups.
They have been cropped.

(Now, I am not full to bursting.)
I have new corners.
I see that they too - are stretching.

Maybe these are my armpits.
Maybe there are wings
attached to my spine.

Maybe I am growing.

The letter kills but The Spirit gives life. 2 Corinthians 3:6

Non-ambiguity and non-contradiction are one sided and thus unsuited to express the incomprehensible. -Jung

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Posted 18 November 2012 - 05:39 PM

View PostAwakenAscension, on 16 November 2012 - 02:48 AM, said:

It's really bugging me, that I used "down" twice in that last line. A little redundant...

I'll leave it as is, for its originality, off the top of my head. But I think if I ever use it, I'll revise it as "ALONG this up and down track?".

you can re-post your 'edits' and 'finals' as well if you want to :)

The letter kills but The Spirit gives life. 2 Corinthians 3:6

Non-ambiguity and non-contradiction are one sided and thus unsuited to express the incomprehensible. -Jung

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Posted 18 November 2012 - 09:28 PM

Yea I started to just str8 edit it, but then figured that would take away the beauty of it's rambling-ness, the way it was posted. LOL

Thanks.

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So as we create our destiny, from our own angle,
we stretch and pull this web, as one.

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Posted 18 November 2012 - 09:36 PM

I feel an edge,
a sheet of ice slicing,
like eyes
that pass me by.

I feel a ridge.

Boundaries and boulders,
they're either in the way
or they've been taken.

Somethings come unexpected.
Some, are welcome and warm.
Some have their eyes closed
and bumble through the storm.

The letter kills but The Spirit gives life. 2 Corinthians 3:6

Non-ambiguity and non-contradiction are one sided and thus unsuited to express the incomprehensible. -Jung

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Posted 18 November 2012 - 09:40 PM

The Victim
No one who names themselves “victim”
has undone the flames that evict him.

Courage is born
when we take fear into itself.
So stop trying to mourn
the tear as it swells.

GJL

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we stretch and pull this web, as one.

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Posted 18 November 2012 - 09:43 PM

Final Merger
When my time comes,
I don’t want to think.
I don’t want the sum
of my thoughts to compete.
I want my mind to succumb
to a bliss so complete,
as I become one
with the world at my feet.

GJL

Once the threads of fate become entangled,
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So as we create our destiny, from our own angle,
we stretch and pull this web, as one.

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Posted 18 November 2012 - 09:48 PM

I have been taken from my land.
I have been separated
from my son and husband.

I am forced to pretend,
to be a servant to a man
and to a household I despise.

I am quiet.
I do not speak my mind,
but when I see my chance
I take it.

I steal off into the night
and let my insides roar
outside of me.
I take off my coat
and do a slithery dance.

I do not come back for money,
nor obligation, nor fear, nor love.

I may be in a trance,
but I have not yet given up.

*

On the third floor, the fifth room to the left and on the left is the nursery. My little pale boy throws a rattle at me, it hits me in the face. He laughs at me. I laugh back and make my cheeks bobble. He begins to cry. I take him out of his crib gently, fowl odor and all. He is limp and twisty.

When he is clean and wrapped securely I give him a ride on my shoulder. We fly around the room like an eagle soaring, high and low, we go round and round. I sing and hop getting ready to feed him. Perhaps this will be the last chance I have in life to be a woman. I determined to enjoy it, to make use of it.

He was the only thing I had. I would have to stare at him and hold him and imitate his weird sounds. What could I teach him now? What could I tell him? Surely there was something. When he was fed and happy I stood and put him on my heart. I thought about beauty and good things. He rested on my chest and I got into his dreams.

The other woman, his so-called mother, came in storming. She upset the boy, making sure she cursed me, making sure he would look at me and cringe, making sure he cried before she cooed to him.

She knew the words to his favorite song, not I. She sang them quietly like a lover, over and over again. The rhythm was as a wave of the sea, carving the shape of the rocks at the shore. How could I object to the peace she gave him, without a raft, without an oar?

I came to him again when he was crying, bawling as from the bottom of the pit. Apparently the sight of me was further cause to howl. I would not quit. This child would not ruin the last of me.

Edited by SpiritWriter, 18 November 2012 - 09:54 PM.

The letter kills but The Spirit gives life. 2 Corinthians 3:6

Non-ambiguity and non-contradiction are one sided and thus unsuited to express the incomprehensible. -Jung

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Posted 18 November 2012 - 09:56 PM

Return to Ages Past
Like stepping back in time,
I return to a place from ages past.
Old energies stir inside,
as if welcoming me back.
A piece of my spirit still resides
within my worn tracks,
a trace of what was, will hide
deep inside the cracks
until its chance to combine
with the soul it now lacks.

But I am far beyond
who I was way back then
and I am not bound
to the places I’ve been.
I will soften this sound
before it rings from within.

GJL

Edited by AwakenAscension, 18 November 2012 - 10:02 PM.

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we stretch and pull this web, as one.

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Posted 18 November 2012 - 10:22 PM

I'd like to add, that "Return to Ages Past" was inspired by when I went back to work at a previous job that I had worked at for years and knew everyone there like family. I had left for a few yrs. & disappeared from them, thinking I would never go back there.
I was a very bad person, the time before, when I worked there and I could feel those old energies/feelings in this place that was like a home to me, once. It was a challenge I had to face and overcome, a chapter in my life, full of flashbacks from the two that were previous to it. Everyone was happy to have me back and were surprised by how different I was. It was like stepping back in time and gave me many closures in my life.

Edited by AwakenAscension, 18 November 2012 - 10:25 PM.

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So as we create our destiny, from our own angle,
we stretch and pull this web, as one.

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Posted 20 November 2012 - 03:53 PM

What Lies Between
Within the emptiness
that lies between events
dwell the entry-less
doors to unseen moments,
possibilities in the mist
shrouding needed atonements,
surrounding all that exists
within their own components,
and hiding rewarding bliss
behind its prone opponent.

Different ways are contemplating
the paths that remain unseen
as different days are calculating
the math that lies between…..

Figuring up
the way they will go
by the sum
of the things that they show,
then to become
the next tomorrow,
originating from
between what is so.

GJL

Once the threads of fate become entangled,
they can never be undone.
So as we create our destiny, from our own angle,
we stretch and pull this web, as one.




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