Wow! I felt it again, and I immediately froze.
As I was enraptured in that thought,
the golden haze appeared before my eyes, but..
This can not be reality?
It stands still, time that is.
The numbness sets in, and life is a floating carnival
Young,Innocent,and Free
Hunger is no longer a real hunger
Listen and Laugh- To me what does it mean?
It made some sense,
Until I thought- Why can't this be reality?
These thoughts are not new, but renewed in a golden shower of light.
I hear that angels know everything,
but no angel am I, and this is not death.
This is the only reality that I could ever see
I think the angels know
the only way to survive is to forget and to forgive
To free from the burden,and to embrace our impulses of glee
The scarlet ambers of man made thought work with nature's fruit-
Both Reality.
The two elements of reality make for the great escape- So close, but so far away.
And to think the dismay of man, when fire is set to tree
Golden haze, you make me appreciate, and not deprecate- and I wish others knew,
so we could all see the joyful reality. The truth is that it's you.
Please set fires to the eyes of the contempt ridden so that they can see.
Why are you so shuned Golden Haze? We believers will never know
Such valid hope is crushed because of narrow minded beliefs
So to your confines Golden Haze, I must secretly flee
Never leave me Golden Haze, Please do not go
A secretive delight that makes time stand still,
but the love of souls to flow
Entity of light, Please shimmer upon me.
Make the far away escape the new reality
The Feeling dissapeared as the Golden Haze just comes and goes.
A contest entry
- Impulse by throwing the rocks.
1000 points, ended May 22, 2007, 17 entries
Honorable mention
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