By C.E. Rangel
Tied in Knots Random Thoughts, flower pots left to rot
Unraveling me
Ticking clocks, evil plots, fired shots, seeing spots
Into Eternity
Can I weave these feelings of anguish and regret
Into a seamless memory of a future I won’t forget?
Nothing is lost in time
We all exist at once as one
Serving the Universal Mind
With no distinction and no extinction inside…
The Eternal Sun… Burns
Inside… The Eternal Sun… Burns
Blossoming into fruition
With broken wing
The butterfly sings spiraling
To the ground
The cemetery’s rose (rows) of silent beauty and painted sound
Spiraling to the ground
Headstones stacked like dominoes
Everybody knows where everybody goes
As they fall
Watch them fall…
The end is in the beginning
A sphere within a sphere
Holding all knowledge
Releasing us here
An empty train station
A bitter man
Abandoned factory
Spirit workers hands
Still toiling forever
So beautiful together
Nothing is lost in time
We all exist at once as one
Serving the Universal Mind
With no distinction and no extinction inside…
The Eternal Sun… Burns
Inside… The Eternal Sun… Burns
Rusting woks, skilled robots, building blocks, loading docks,
Unraveling me
Shifting sands, conquered lands, bloody hands, on demand
Into Eternity…
Author notes
this was written in 1/08. the pain that caused this is subtle but hey if u wanna talk about it let me know.
A contest entry
- Take me to a beautiful place by Yellow-Rose.
600 points, ended May 15, 2008, 35 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - All walks of life by SilverWolf.
335 points, ended July 9, 2008, 41 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I liked your song/poem. I thought it was well written and offered an inside view into your heart and soul. Great job. thanks for not being afraid to put yourself out there. good luck. peace to you always in all ways...
-Kendal
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You asked and answered...
your own question.
"Can I weave these feelings of anguish and regret
Into a seamless memory of a future I won’t forget?"
"Shifting sands, conquered lands, bloody hands, on demand
Into Eternity…"
I like any poem I can come back to more than once. This is one. Good write. Thank you.


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thank you! that means a lot!
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That was a really good poem. I love how you got everything to rhyme, but still flow together. It took some skill to do that. Congrats on a great poem and good luck on those contests!
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What does it mean when a secretary dream
Of a train stationed man she will never meet, beam
Into an abyss of bliss that miss that would seem
To have curdled like an Incan mummy early
In history come to live again, sow worthy
Thoughts of how one gets caught, early, in a dream team,
A platform crowd, an American hand green aid
To a slave who was made to have made as shirts fade
Off into a distance, like a morning train.
Thats what it meant to me. The guitar work weren't bad neither.
MA
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An interesting write and performance. The message seems to be a bit mixed but it doesn't really matter if the music is good. Good work here but you should look for a vocalist. Ha-Ha!
Bravo!

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I loved the layers and depths in your lyrical poem.
That took some guts to post you singing it too!
Dear Poet..you are a SHINING...and BEAUTIFUL...
Glutton for Punishment.
A young dylan blooming!
fabulous!
ears2hearyou
Seattle


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wow! what a great compliment! thank you so much for listening
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Passionate!
This is an excellent lyric...though I don't agree with all your premise as a Bible Student. You've got a good performance ability, strong voice & powerful hand with the guitar. Not my style of music, but well done as a solo performance. I can just imagine what this would sound like with a band & full arrangement. Bravo friend.

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thank you!
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i remember watching this on youtube.
you got skill my friend.
good luck in the contest, i'm sure you will get gold.

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wow
strong
sad
nice!
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A fantastic write. You really added creative imagery to the experience you had. Thanks so much for your entry.
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great
this is feeling, it was wonderful
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So there's an interesting story behind this one you're willing to share?
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sharing
i write on scrap paper a LOT. thos was pn a bus on the way to a court date. the imagery combined with thte fact thati haf founf a one winged butterfly and i was passong graveyards factories and train stations created thos.. and an ex gf effect affectedmy SOM -
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the poem iself is more interesting than anythong i kcan attribute to ti.
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