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! ---------------------------------------------------------------------- 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 ---------------------------------------------------------------------- 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 ---------------------------------------------------------------------- 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 ----------------------------------------------------------------------- 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... -------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- 7. Reality and Humanity are close relatives. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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 -------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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.... -------------------------------------------------------------------------- May you find luck, love and exasperation in all things you do..... Your local Anarcho-hippie-esque barefoot philsophizing poet, -Paul Reppas
