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#196    magnoliaReverie

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Posted 14 January 2013 - 06:11 AM

Lying under the sheets
Lids heavy as lumber
Mind functions slowing
Body relaxing

Inhale...

Exhale...



Inha...

  DAMN!


Flashing open, eyes are suddenly rested
Mind still moves slowly -
This is not how it should be

Stare at the ceiling, rearranging words in silence
Darkness will not soothe these thoughts


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Posted 29 August 2013 - 09:21 AM

Return From a Long Day

From a bright summer,
filled by the dark,
I return from my slumber
toward the moon, where I embark.

Anticipating the long nights
filled with ambitious stars,
I can appreciate the beautiful light
contrasted from far,
now that it is not blinded from sight,
by the bright day and its war.

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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Posted 29 August 2013 - 03:12 PM

Land of the Lost and Found

Where is the place that I seek
and yet have not found?
In between the lands of our speech
and the grounds of our sound,
ascending from the mouth of the creek
but beginning from where it is bound,
winding our threads, so unique,
though similarly wound,
from an empty space, seemingly bleak,
but filled with our lost and our found.

GJL

Edited by AwakenAscension, 29 August 2013 - 03:38 PM.

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 29 August 2013 - 03:25 PM

I Am an Eternal Verb

I awaken from a dream
that didn't exist
to find I am a stream
that flows into mist.

No longer a structure or object,
I am a process that never began.
There is no point where things must connect,
for my lungs are the trees, my feet are the sand.

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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 29 August 2013 - 03:56 PM

Awaken

Hibernation is ending.
The dark season approaches,
in a world, calmly descending
into a quietness the sun encroaches.

The lands fill with space
and room for me to breathe,
as I come alive in this place
that ceases to be.

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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 31 August 2013 - 01:52 AM

we allow things into our psyches
we entertain things that allow certain
ways to grow

we are singular
but we have massive space

what we have allowed
but have pushed aside
still resides
at a distant place

**

I have taken myself
to an unknown realm
where there is an island and a boat
and a woman hovering

I see her feet
dangling
not even touching
the waters rim

long
brown
curly
is her hair

Will she put her toe in?
How is she floating in the air?

What is it that she's holding?

If I blink
will it take a million years
to find the amulet
around her neck

or will it permanently
disappear?

Perhaps it is her image,
or the vivid reflection
or the blinding bright star
at her bosom

that somehow
I should recall

on the mornings
when the fog gets gray and thick
or at night when thunder is my blanket

**

all my thoughts are not concrete enough

they are so lucid

from one scene to the next
they go
as if I'm walking in a dream

as if life is far from me

no

that the reasonable life
the life that others see for me
has changed into a picture

it's not in my bedroom
but is framed
and hanging in the air

it is in the forest,
on the beach,
and right outside my window

and I am there
with ragged teeth.
the picture is not perfect
and I just want to tear it down.

I will remain
in the dream
where I am
really me.

**

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 31 August 2013 - 11:31 PM

consume
fast food
everyday

listen
to crappy music
cause it's cool to do so

become obese
and lazy
from too many food stamps

and then wonder why
the whole world thinks
your a joke

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Posted 25 September 2013 - 07:24 AM

Unclear intentions lead to damaged reliance,
So are you unsheathing that blade of lust?
Stab me in the side,
Just to hear my final words,
And see if they mention you.

She said she only smoked when wine was present,
But no glasses were filled that night.
She is nervous,
But so am I.
Scared.
Horrified of this place.
Wispy trails of our smoke floated through the autumn air,
Twirling around the falling leaves and vanishing.
The pine floorboards creaked under our weight.
This old cabin spoke stories to me,
Stories I regret giving my ear to.


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Posted 11 June 2014 - 07:17 PM

Paradoxium

Enter the gates,
the day you are born,
into the fates
of this palace, torn,
where much goes to waste
and much will be stored
where many shall taste
and many shall mourn,
or worship their face
above triumphs they've worn...

A place that never began,
that will forever be,
blending what can't with what can
in the somewhere in between.

...where what is done
may forever live on,
...Where evil ones
can become gods,
...where you get even sums
by adding the odds.

Gleaming marble walls
mask black obsidian
within the sanctum halls
that consume its own citizens.

Where profound riches
can be had from the dirt
and then flood the ditches,
becoming devoid of its worth.

Within this place
that shouldn't exist
are the echoes of space
that sound through the mist,
the sounds of the pace
of footsteps that missed,
the lost and the graced,
the overjoyed and the p***ed.

Where a thing can take to be found
in two locations, at once.
Where it can be a lake or a sound
depending on your touch.
Where all things are bound
and all things are such.

Where reality and fate
are all in your head,
where locality and state
don't exist in their stead,
and where unending faith
can raise even the dead.

Upon the throne
is absolute order
built from the chaos underneath,
as if triangles were thrown
to build circular borders
in this place that cannot be.

This castle of contradiction
that looms above cliffs,
granting your perdition
by granting your wish,
hides sights of the condition,
by composing walls that conflict,
altering your decision
and the consequence it inflicts,
because your perception
is all that exists
and follows the direction
which Paradoxium consists.

Many wars
will you wage,
within these doors
that you must engage,
marching its floors,
where you are to stay,
pursuing its galore
in your own special way
until your time is no more,
at the end of your days.
Where dreams become real,
masking reality concealed,
where truths forged in steel,
become probabilities when revealed,
where inevitability cuts deals
with those that don't kneel,
where cuts cannot be unpeeled,
is where Paradoxium is unsealed.

Seek not what should be
in the lands of deception,
or your path will impede
at the hands of correction.

Welcome to the compendium
of all that is to see.
Become lost amongst them,
these halls of infinity,
within this Paradoxium,
this place that cannot be.


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 11 June 2014 - 07:21 PM

Metamorphosis

Something that sleeps, forgotten,
reemerges from lost time,
from where it has grown rotten
and slithered in the slime...

But within this primordial ooze,
leaks the design where it began,
nourishing on what it chews
as it gestates onto land.

It builds its cocoon
from the pains that reject,
where it will entomb
its self, introspect,
and grow within the womb
that its origin will dissect.

It gathers its strength to return,
in the evolved form it adopts,
incubating with the worms,
into something that will walk.

Its transformation
is never quite complete,
always in the formation
of the changes that compete,
gravitating toward the sensation
of the meals that it must seek,
as they become the accumulation
compiled within its own genes,
designing the culmination
of the form meant to be.


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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