"In their search, they have stoutly girded up the loins of service, and seek at every moment to journey from the plane of heedlessness into the realm of being."
- The Seven Valleys, by Baha'u'llah.
when he looks at me and smiles
or all the cells of my body being in one place all together
to close my eyes in prayer, and feel the world come together in love
or loosing myself in the rhythm of a song and a high on chemicals
to be the warm eyes to a person that feels so alone or lost
or to surround myself in the comfort of towering possessions
Or not to be
flying high on a delusion of having reached past the static of ones brain
- yet you provoke nothing but fear
inert and laying in my bed, existing only to my racing and troubled mind
so close a lover that we should be one, yet so numb - like a smokey dream
a clouded mind, rambling, dancing, fucking, mindlessly - waking the next day without memory, yet knowing it was.. fun
when he looks at me saddened, and I cannot reach through my raging emotions and just
love him
Is existence an emotion
an affect
or rather
Truly caring in both mind, word and action?
Poetry by SecretWords
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Written on 2014-02-06 at 06:17
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- The Seven Valleys, by Baha'u'llah.
The Valley of Search
To bewhen he looks at me and smiles
or all the cells of my body being in one place all together
to close my eyes in prayer, and feel the world come together in love
or loosing myself in the rhythm of a song and a high on chemicals
to be the warm eyes to a person that feels so alone or lost
or to surround myself in the comfort of towering possessions
Or not to be
flying high on a delusion of having reached past the static of ones brain
- yet you provoke nothing but fear
inert and laying in my bed, existing only to my racing and troubled mind
so close a lover that we should be one, yet so numb - like a smokey dream
a clouded mind, rambling, dancing, fucking, mindlessly - waking the next day without memory, yet knowing it was.. fun
when he looks at me saddened, and I cannot reach through my raging emotions and just
love him
Is existence an emotion
an affect
or rather
Truly caring in both mind, word and action?
Poetry by SecretWords
Read 736 times
Written on 2014-02-06 at 06:17
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