llwyth
04-08-2001, 05:36
Untitled and unfinished. (could do with a bit of feedback) :)
Lying here, self absorbed
In my lightly powdered dementia.
Looking inward.
Pondering existence.
An enlightening thought adventure,
that commences as I close my eyes
to await the Sandmans call.
Fleeting images
jumble past
and then I begin to fall
but as my limbs become more heavy,
my spirit becomes more light.
Concentration, a gentle push,
then makes my soul take flight.
Hovering now, smiling serenely,
above the other me.
In pure thought,
crystal clarity.
So much I want to see
but I struggle to suppress the urge,
to travel further forward.
Aprehensive,
worried that,
I'll overstretch the cord
that binds me to reality
and those whome I hold dear.
This paranioa
stifles me,
and stains my adventure, with fear
and though I attempt to overcome
the fears that hold me back.
Suddenly,
I realise,
Its courage that I Lack.
I remember them saying that life's a stage,
and each must play a part.
a blank script,
ours to write,
not predestined from the start.
Chaos and destiny scripted my part
and a twisted web they did weave.
a co-star, was sent,
with eyes of an angel,
To lie and to cheat and decieve.
I try to ignored the warning voices,
That scream out from deep inside.
soul said "just trust him"
But heart overruled,
and heart always knew when they'd lied.
So with unmeasurable strength, of imaginary hands
I rip out my celestial heart
and sofly, gently,
kiss goodbye
to my very truest part.
For its only the heart that can truely enjoy
all the wonder there is to behold.
Honest and brave,
unlike souls,
Oh so easily bought and sold.
I take my weak and coruptable spirit,
to where the other me lies,
I slip myself
back into me
and my mortal body sighs
with sorrow for the loss endured
for which I will no doubt cry.
Although I know,
without a doubt,
that my heart will return when I die
and this spiritual essense will surely be
a blessed soul indeed.
An equall blend
of heart and mind.
A balanced celestial seed.
Suspended in time, awaiting its cue,
for its role in the very same play.
but twist in the tale,
its not the same,
for this is no Groundhog Day.
The story's adapted time and again
though the players remain unchanged.
we each ad lib
and do it again
but with all of the props rearranged.
Then "Ad infinitum", and so shall it be,
until each combination is done.
I'll play the part.
half soul, half heart.
and I'll play it for real ........... and for fun.
by Ven.
Lying here, self absorbed
In my lightly powdered dementia.
Looking inward.
Pondering existence.
An enlightening thought adventure,
that commences as I close my eyes
to await the Sandmans call.
Fleeting images
jumble past
and then I begin to fall
but as my limbs become more heavy,
my spirit becomes more light.
Concentration, a gentle push,
then makes my soul take flight.
Hovering now, smiling serenely,
above the other me.
In pure thought,
crystal clarity.
So much I want to see
but I struggle to suppress the urge,
to travel further forward.
Aprehensive,
worried that,
I'll overstretch the cord
that binds me to reality
and those whome I hold dear.
This paranioa
stifles me,
and stains my adventure, with fear
and though I attempt to overcome
the fears that hold me back.
Suddenly,
I realise,
Its courage that I Lack.
I remember them saying that life's a stage,
and each must play a part.
a blank script,
ours to write,
not predestined from the start.
Chaos and destiny scripted my part
and a twisted web they did weave.
a co-star, was sent,
with eyes of an angel,
To lie and to cheat and decieve.
I try to ignored the warning voices,
That scream out from deep inside.
soul said "just trust him"
But heart overruled,
and heart always knew when they'd lied.
So with unmeasurable strength, of imaginary hands
I rip out my celestial heart
and sofly, gently,
kiss goodbye
to my very truest part.
For its only the heart that can truely enjoy
all the wonder there is to behold.
Honest and brave,
unlike souls,
Oh so easily bought and sold.
I take my weak and coruptable spirit,
to where the other me lies,
I slip myself
back into me
and my mortal body sighs
with sorrow for the loss endured
for which I will no doubt cry.
Although I know,
without a doubt,
that my heart will return when I die
and this spiritual essense will surely be
a blessed soul indeed.
An equall blend
of heart and mind.
A balanced celestial seed.
Suspended in time, awaiting its cue,
for its role in the very same play.
but twist in the tale,
its not the same,
for this is no Groundhog Day.
The story's adapted time and again
though the players remain unchanged.
we each ad lib
and do it again
but with all of the props rearranged.
Then "Ad infinitum", and so shall it be,
until each combination is done.
I'll play the part.
half soul, half heart.
and I'll play it for real ........... and for fun.
by Ven.