jahmerimaka
11-09-2007, 03:42 PM
My second poem... any advice would be appreciated.
Read your bibles, I became ill from this quixotic, unexplainable reality long ago.
I have questions, with answers void of experience.
So I embarked on a journey through my mind,
I searched for myself in another realm, perhaps a true one.
Smelling the sounds from your touch, and seeing the colors of your voice.
The glaring voices blinded my hearing, as the sounds of nature were soothing to my eyes.
My senses have been distorted, forcing me to see this earth as no one else.
Experiencing life from another perspective, I realized the more I encounter, the more knowledge I bear.
My actions were once shady and my mind had been corrupted.
This new knowledge I have gained, has excavated prior thoughts from my mind, and pin pointed errors.
I begin to see clearer, understanding purpose and reason; for everything is living around me.
The voices of nature chronicle past events, and their relation to future.
The voices are fading, as I begin lose grasp of this exploration.
WAIT! DON’T LEAVE!
It has taught me so much.
STOP!
Now I am hearing sounds, and feeling your touch once again.
My enchanted discoveries have left me with nothing but a single revelation.
We seem to just dart for the answer books, not even glancing a question.
As for the question of life,
What if we picked up the wrong book?
Read your bibles, I became ill from this quixotic, unexplainable reality long ago.
I have questions, with answers void of experience.
So I embarked on a journey through my mind,
I searched for myself in another realm, perhaps a true one.
Smelling the sounds from your touch, and seeing the colors of your voice.
The glaring voices blinded my hearing, as the sounds of nature were soothing to my eyes.
My senses have been distorted, forcing me to see this earth as no one else.
Experiencing life from another perspective, I realized the more I encounter, the more knowledge I bear.
My actions were once shady and my mind had been corrupted.
This new knowledge I have gained, has excavated prior thoughts from my mind, and pin pointed errors.
I begin to see clearer, understanding purpose and reason; for everything is living around me.
The voices of nature chronicle past events, and their relation to future.
The voices are fading, as I begin lose grasp of this exploration.
WAIT! DON’T LEAVE!
It has taught me so much.
STOP!
Now I am hearing sounds, and feeling your touch once again.
My enchanted discoveries have left me with nothing but a single revelation.
We seem to just dart for the answer books, not even glancing a question.
As for the question of life,
What if we picked up the wrong book?