we can't always help what we are
"Do not attribute to nature either beauty or deformity, order or confusion. Only in relation to our imagination can things be called beautiful or ugly, well-ordered or confused"- Benedict Spinoza
Heart is jumping through mouth open
A fish escaping a hoop of fire
To break the surface of waters cold
Embalm metal in leaves of gold
Controversy coats me
Preserving all I want to escape from
In the memorial chasm of time
Fear and pain, a sour rime
Unearthed memories bounce around
Carrying the weight of revelation
And all I forgot about breaks open
Many truths relayed, unspoken
Anaesthetised, flat on a table
Immune to signals, sparks
When deep within a fire raged
World of emotion locked up, caged.
Non-conformist, breaking through
Years of bricks built up by others
Silently smashing a tunnel out
Cementing pieces within grout
And though you try to brush it past,
Lose yourself in other worlds
You can't help the magnets of the heart
Feel the distance tear you apart
So I'm a scourge, hidden still
Insight burning through my mind
Feeling these eternal flames
Forever trapped within steel frames.
Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-12-08 at 04:04
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Conscious Monster
"Do not attribute to nature either beauty or deformity, order or confusion. Only in relation to our imagination can things be called beautiful or ugly, well-ordered or confused"- Benedict Spinoza
Heart is jumping through mouth open
A fish escaping a hoop of fire
To break the surface of waters cold
Embalm metal in leaves of gold
Controversy coats me
Preserving all I want to escape from
In the memorial chasm of time
Fear and pain, a sour rime
Unearthed memories bounce around
Carrying the weight of revelation
And all I forgot about breaks open
Many truths relayed, unspoken
Anaesthetised, flat on a table
Immune to signals, sparks
When deep within a fire raged
World of emotion locked up, caged.
Non-conformist, breaking through
Years of bricks built up by others
Silently smashing a tunnel out
Cementing pieces within grout
And though you try to brush it past,
Lose yourself in other worlds
You can't help the magnets of the heart
Feel the distance tear you apart
So I'm a scourge, hidden still
Insight burning through my mind
Feeling these eternal flames
Forever trapped within steel frames.
Poetry by Caila Ihle
Read 932 times
Written on 2006-12-08 at 04:04
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