prisims bowing light
By ColourGod
Back off the black
I need a little gray to dull my eyes
which
are wide to my surprise
and dilate under the expanse of these soft
blue skies
so clear
under the moons silver reflection of the
sun's golden rays
I play with the stars
falling down like prisms
of rain bowing the light
such a sight
to wake up from my
dream
to this reality
so disgraced by brutality
let's
join in this parade
and put on our facade
to pretend that
we're indentured
def, dumb and blind
it is only in time
that the dark comes to surface and our all brooding done for good
its finale is reached
and the damn left breached
still
forever beseeched
now that we are here
let us hear what is
had to say
yet leave the facts to behave
simple and complex
in one burden
melting in the heat of the golden sun
another
one begun
to spell out enchantment
and thus bring forth the
dance meant
to call out the spirits of time and depth
and reclaim
their birth right to test
this simple god bless
of playtime
before death
we reincarnate this mess
over and over into oblivion
yet here we are again
pulling down change
in fear of loss
is it more than the cost
I paid to remember
is there another
forgot to dispel
this earth bound hell
coming so quick
at a force with a wick
burnt candle stick
blown out
so
quick
Comments on "prisims bowing light"
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A former member wrote:
lost in your words, carried along on your ride, engrossed completely. thank you.
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On Thursday, April 2, 2009, blue
(1409) wrote:
This was, as previously stated below quite an engrossing write. You used your rhyming and timing well; kept the pace moving toward conclusion. Provocatively stated views.. well done ineed. ~b
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On Thursday, March 5, 2009, urbanhumility
(1158) wrote:
your words carry a distinct sub-concious lyrical emotion a wordsmith to say the least! well done........urban
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A former member wrote:
The way your words flicker and twirl and reflect off one another is always astounding to me. It's a dance I always immensely enjoy. The very depths of your thoughts must be an unfathomably intoxicating place filled with bloody organs and heartstringharps and seadrowned pianos and moon jumping teaspoons and princes. I'm lost in this.
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A former member wrote:
cosmic analogy of how beautiful life can be when eyes are closed tight,...some things are so much 'more' when the shades are down...as a social introvert i read this with much interest and understanding,..thanx for the share mate.