Alive Aware AloneIn the bottom of an oublietteAlive Aware Alone
imprisonment of my own making
echoed sounds of grinding teeth
pulsing heart my body shaking I am alive self reproach self chastisement for seeking truth but never finding how to rend or disentangle
free myself from my own binding
I am aware many times escapes conceived carried through to my recapture love first sought but then deceived fails to save me from its rapture
I am alone
Just one step. I met a man in passing, the other day, briefly. I squinted for a moment, startled momentarily by the sensation that I knew him. Embarrassment crept up on me when it dawned on me that I was staring. I thought to ask him a question, but in hesitation, I came to understand, he could not know the answer. I studied him then , amused by the realization that he too, was studying me. I smiled and he smiled back, I let out a stifled laugh, and he was laughing the same. Wondering to myself, is he mocking me or sharing my mirth? I reached out somewhat thoughtlessly to toJust one step.
"Seeking"If one can gaze, forever dazed, upon the depth of star filled"Seeking"
sky or dare to ask, of destined tasks, to find the reason of the
why To know a thing, to feel it's truth, to hold it dear against the breast to drift in thought, or flowing sleep, unperturbed in dreaming
rest If one can stare, a moment there, beyond the veil where mystrey lie or dare inquire, of wondrous fires, ever sparked within the eye
Seeking
Why childern can't sleepVandergrated bandersnatchs and other such nonsense noodles porquipines with razor spines, diving kamikazee poodles under beds and under wraps, growling bears with poisiond hairs tommyknockers in the lockers, grumpling goblins under stairsWhy childern can't sleep
Ungulated ferthencrackers and conjured frights of many types festerd frackled hobbin-knobbers, why sleepy times bring all the gripes in the shadows round the corners, snapping snakes with clanking scales Greazy trolls beneath bed sheet rolls, slumping toothy barking whales
Perferated vergensnergs would have surely kept a child awake frothing
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Listen, I don't know you, so I don't want you to think I'm preaching at you. Try and see it this way...... I don't know you therefore, I don't want anything from you.
I looked at your profile, and I know fifteen sucks. It sucked for me also. Don't drink and don't curse God.
God is not who or what we have been taught any way.
This is the best that I can tell you as it also opened my eyes and soul.....
" I tried to find Him on the Christian cross, but He was not there; I went to the Temple of the Hindus and the old pagodas, but I could not find a trace of Him anywhere.
I searched on the mountains and in the valleys but neither in the heights nor in the depths was I able to find him. I went to the Kaaba in Mecca, but He was not there either.
I questioned the scholars and philosophers, but He was beyond their understanding.
I then looked into my heart and it was there where He dwelled that I saw Him; He was nowhere else to be found."
Jelaluddin Rumi
I love all five of your poems and I REALLY think you need to put up some more. haha
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