Great work as always..YOU NEED SOME HAPPY WORK THOUGH!

Trust me on this...


Its happy... bewildering almost.


you have no idea.


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You should have sensed this coming my friend:

illusions of emotions most perturbed
formulate blistering skies which
bleed into my vision. bracing against
the current, I can feel you watching me.


OK when you speak of 'the current' I can only assume 93, so forgive me if i assumed incorrect. agian you metaphors are soemtimes second alnguage to me, but most of the time i can make sense of them. 'blistering skies' you mean bruised and damaged right?


the current the gateway the encompassing existance of.
ok.

tears, begging for final release;
a fatal fall from glory.

The process of crying to heal.
A doves last chance to escape before he fully becomes the crow is to accept fear
and proudly swallow yourself and cry, negating the existance of one or the other, but both.


I cannot deny you, for all I seek
is truth. with each doubtful exhale,
my chest rumbles with vibrations of
fear. an unbeating heart cannot love,
and all I love is you. dry your tears,
and come back to me.

Ok, this to my formulates a sense of longing, youve been searching for so long, and youve known about it forever, it came once, she kissed your forehead every morning, but now there is no memory, like jaded glass set agianst the sand of time, its lost and bewildering.

and the drum beats faster.

singing of a breakthrough, I can feel it coming through.


thats all i ahve to say

challenging myself again to welcome
the unknown, your phosphorescent light
reigns paramount against the shadows
embrace. the twisting motion of
sublime figure allows me to coerce
deeper into the rays of intuition.

phosphorescent... most farmilliar with the searching to find stage.
digging clawing embracing only to ahve dissolve in your fingertips.
only to need the rays of intuition to agian guide you like a prehistoric psychic metal detector.

my lids drape to beckon the comfort
of slumber, narrowed prisms cogitate
in thrice unison. the pensive phantasms
of yesterday dissipate with tomorrow's
insight, and illusions of fear pass
in clear thought of third focus.

Reality.
Third focus.

Pry it open and enjoy.




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my brain needed some time to digest that but I realize dit isn't my brain that needs to digest. Beautiful quite evocative of things to be in a way. I am however having a difficult time expressing my full understanding and expression of this.

But you understand. Quite lucid.

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.. Thanks for that immense comment. You're dead on with so many comments you left. That alone amazes me. I used " phosphorescent " mainly because that's truly the only word for a certain shade of green attributed to the third eye chakra. Of all my studies into it, that word was always there.

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Well, poetry is an outlet of mine, so it's not always going to be pretty. I don't pretend with anything. Some people cut themselves, others do drugs or go on pills, I just write. It's the same for me with art in general. Taking your experiences and sharing them, inspiring others, and climbing higher each time. The stairway to heaven, that's art.

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Yea.. I knew it was abotu the third eye...
i mean damnit how coudlnt I


:-D

I wonder what that colour is inverted?


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o/` And he's buying his stairway to heaven o/`

this is.. wow. i can feel it breaking through my veins and flowing through the blood, twisting cells to glow with a radiance of a thousand stars. dogstar, crashing down to meet a lost love that never could have happened. sing, mistro. sing us your songs of sweet misery and love.

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