I think this poem speaks for itself :)
There were lights everywhere,
Only lights like a new break of morning.
Innocent, they stand.
The road was hard and went on for miles.
Patches of darkness came up best where the gangs hid.
There were fights at the bar,
But we kept walking.
Out here is freedom,
The zenith of our existence.
Everyone, strangers and friends,
A swamp of mad laughter
All looking for the same thing.
Long ours from the back that never feel like yesterday.
We can't resist this
As we all sit in a circle.
We are all happy and despair.
Eyes all telling secrets.
Golden realization
And silver thrills,
Screams stream down like watercolours.
Will you remember?
Or live in an exalted wilderness and forget?
To run through the sand kingdom
And climb the pyramid of the Sun.
To look back.
Give me trust
And your hand.
The still sky, watching as we stir.
Broken souls before us
Shatter passion and feed upon
Beauty and exile.
Wild, unmatched,
Born again.
This is lament, healing.
Take me over.
Insane season, slow train,
Get me well.
We welcome you
To curses and happiness.
This way....
I seek to know you.
For energy,
Impossible inspiration,
Sadness and severe concentration.
Both sardonic and wonderful.
Rime disappeared, every inch of
The room was vast, as if from imagination.
Voices whispered, barely heard.
I still felt life out of this resurrected silence.
Not to touch the ground.
I walked barefoot, every step like a new answer.
And so I was held, it brightened but was very dim.
I listened..... he told me many things.
About the world, and our place.
We live and we die.
About that night, on the pier,
About the show and the high floor.
Loss of blood and loss for love.
How it clings and lingers,
How it embraces and pushes away.
The lust and acceptance.
To cry and feel alone.
To be sick of doubt and mockery.
In the evil jail with the epiphany of wisdom.
For art and light fading.
How copulation has you consumed and lost in the maze stumbling blindly.
All these words, like soft flames
Tickling my ear.
Effortless and sweet.
Enclosed in them,
Only to listen and to love,
To feel and to be.
Understanding, pensive, never forgetting
Or leaving you behind.
In endless summer,
Never a memory, gone, ended.
Searching, searching for a meaning.
A meaning there must be.
Poetry by Zane
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Written on 2006-11-20 at 17:34
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Endless Summer
There were lights everywhere,
Only lights like a new break of morning.
Innocent, they stand.
The road was hard and went on for miles.
Patches of darkness came up best where the gangs hid.
There were fights at the bar,
But we kept walking.
Out here is freedom,
The zenith of our existence.
Everyone, strangers and friends,
A swamp of mad laughter
All looking for the same thing.
Long ours from the back that never feel like yesterday.
We can't resist this
As we all sit in a circle.
We are all happy and despair.
Eyes all telling secrets.
Golden realization
And silver thrills,
Screams stream down like watercolours.
Will you remember?
Or live in an exalted wilderness and forget?
To run through the sand kingdom
And climb the pyramid of the Sun.
To look back.
Give me trust
And your hand.
The still sky, watching as we stir.
Broken souls before us
Shatter passion and feed upon
Beauty and exile.
Wild, unmatched,
Born again.
This is lament, healing.
Take me over.
Insane season, slow train,
Get me well.
We welcome you
To curses and happiness.
This way....
I seek to know you.
For energy,
Impossible inspiration,
Sadness and severe concentration.
Both sardonic and wonderful.
Rime disappeared, every inch of
The room was vast, as if from imagination.
Voices whispered, barely heard.
I still felt life out of this resurrected silence.
Not to touch the ground.
I walked barefoot, every step like a new answer.
And so I was held, it brightened but was very dim.
I listened..... he told me many things.
About the world, and our place.
We live and we die.
About that night, on the pier,
About the show and the high floor.
Loss of blood and loss for love.
How it clings and lingers,
How it embraces and pushes away.
The lust and acceptance.
To cry and feel alone.
To be sick of doubt and mockery.
In the evil jail with the epiphany of wisdom.
For art and light fading.
How copulation has you consumed and lost in the maze stumbling blindly.
All these words, like soft flames
Tickling my ear.
Effortless and sweet.
Enclosed in them,
Only to listen and to love,
To feel and to be.
Understanding, pensive, never forgetting
Or leaving you behind.
In endless summer,
Never a memory, gone, ended.
Searching, searching for a meaning.
A meaning there must be.
Poetry by Zane
Read 599 times
Written on 2006-11-20 at 17:34
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