A Portrait

Discussion in 'Poetry' started by Dumaro, Feb 20, 2005.

  1. Dumaro

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    I rarely title my poetry....I know it would help to make people understand what I am thinking, but art isn't a forcing of ideals upon its onlookers; its a place of personal ideas and revealations. So I numbered them so that you can refer to them if youd like! =P =P Grrr I've written several books of poetry, im just randomly selecting them, =P =P =P, thanks for reading!
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    1. "Portrait"

    You missed the picture as it burned

    As it burned; The wall soon engulfed

    As it burned; you found yourself atop ashes

    I can tell you these things;

    You didn't see the burning picture
    As the flames danced before you

    You didn't hear the burning picture
    As it cackled madly, baking your home

    You didn't smell the burning picture
    As wood and paper became carbon

    You didn't feel the burning picture
    As did the trees many years aflame

    And I think you will never taste the burning picture


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    Id like to explain a bit about my world view....I once had a revealation (though odd) that all of existence is a large diamond (much like it all being a massive pool of energy) and that the consciousness and universe we exist in belongs on the outer edges of this diamond; where it has a defined end. Because of this defined end we live a physical life where things are apparent and require sensory consciousness... Its a little tough to explain.... Maybe you understood....I explain it poorly I think, =P
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    2.

    My dead heart aches,
    As usual......

    Spirit groans as another
    Dull life is ahead

    My mind tries to understand
    This conflict, forlorn.....

    Twisting and spiralling madly
    Into infinite existence

    Won't you dance and cry
    With me?

    To ease this life for the
    Both of us....

    I can't tell if you're real,
    but it's too hard alone

    Out here, on the edges of infiniti
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    3.

    Walking without pace....
    Calling to the lofty passage...

    Where I choose happiness...
    A land taken with smile...

    A choice of Fools land...
    To live... A time...
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    4. "A Poem, A Dream"

    The end of the world is a realization that all the things human kind has tamed
    are untameable.
    Waves of gloriful life cascade down upon human as the sunken cities become
    tommmorrows coral.
    Movies that pretend to understand life are part of a cosmic joke of
    human's blindness.
    The gift of enlightenment allows you to potray perfect unity and love to
    forgotten tides.
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    5.
    Chams hollow in reality.
    What "truth" can accept "proof"?
    Are they watching you?
    Gaze at timbers alive.
    Evidence discovered in wave.
    Throbbing light overseer's.
    Be at peace with this folly.
    Now is accounted rightly.
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    6.
    Experience stands before me.
    Knowledge I share with all.
    Confusion I conquer.
    Wisdom I choose.
    I choose for infinity.
    I choose for healthy life.
    I weave dreams....forever.
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    7.
    Reality and Humanity are close relatives.
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    8.
    Around the den objects glare at me
    Saddened and weak we dance
    I feel abandonment
    These objects weigh me down
    Trinkets of a materialistic life
    This room seems so barren
    It reminds me of how sometimes
    I cant hear things people say
    I just tone them out
    Those weights are too much a burden
    In a world where I need none
    Out you weights
    To the trashyard?
    To Scorch?
    I feel paniced
    Like I need help in this process
    These are objects of my childs life
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    9.
    A man can be no more than that
    As a mountain can be no more than
    A temporary momument; Walk as you will
    And live as death wills
    Looking back is just one way;
    to Look forward is only to...
    See the mountain as one with the seas
    What has been done is only one way;
    More than one can follow a journey
    But for all there is limitless journies to be had
    Nothing is yours....But everything you can be....
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    May you find luck, love and exasperation in all things you do.....

    Your local Anarcho-hippie-esque barefoot philsophizing poet,
    -Paul Reppas
     

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