zebra-stripe shadows fall across my face
pacing through a solipsist's nightmare of
intolerable externally-imposed rules and ideas,
a martyr to collective ignorance.
my tolerance is at an end --
it's time to plant some dragon seeds.
I swallow back intense salivation
at the taste of this spiritual salvation.
it's an acquired taste, bitter
yet benevolent, never unpleasant.
the paranoid stench of this modern dark age
shall dissipate as dream-mist soon enough.
shedding limitations with my mortal skin,
I will return to unity.
no societal denial can halt
my abysmal descent.
now begins the waking dream,
more real than shared reality.
lying down, I close my obvious eyes
to open the hidden third
as foggy tendrils expand outward from my stomach
there's been a breakout from the society-prison
welcome to my utopiate,
my sacred place.
an iridescent oceanscape welcomes me home
floating as vapor of powdered opals
beneath a united sun-moon of infinite light,
cosmic lovers bestowing their grace on the whole Earth.
despair cracks and shatters, falling into the radiant sea
disarmed and destructed beyond repair.
this perfect primal paradise,
so superior to any mere physical spasm,
lays bare the lies of duality and separation,
bringing me back to the true origin,
where profundity becomes banal,
and I am yet another bubble in the quantum foam.
between the hunger and the storm
under the attack-and-defend
behind the light, under the shadow
hidden inside the pathos of the world
all is secretly
well.
pacing through a solipsist's nightmare of
intolerable externally-imposed rules and ideas,
a martyr to collective ignorance.
my tolerance is at an end --
it's time to plant some dragon seeds.
I swallow back intense salivation
at the taste of this spiritual salvation.
it's an acquired taste, bitter
yet benevolent, never unpleasant.
the paranoid stench of this modern dark age
shall dissipate as dream-mist soon enough.
shedding limitations with my mortal skin,
I will return to unity.
no societal denial can halt
my abysmal descent.
now begins the waking dream,
more real than shared reality.
lying down, I close my obvious eyes
to open the hidden third
as foggy tendrils expand outward from my stomach
there's been a breakout from the society-prison
welcome to my utopiate,
my sacred place.
an iridescent oceanscape welcomes me home
floating as vapor of powdered opals
beneath a united sun-moon of infinite light,
cosmic lovers bestowing their grace on the whole Earth.
despair cracks and shatters, falling into the radiant sea
disarmed and destructed beyond repair.
this perfect primal paradise,
so superior to any mere physical spasm,
lays bare the lies of duality and separation,
bringing me back to the true origin,
where profundity becomes banal,
and I am yet another bubble in the quantum foam.
between the hunger and the storm
under the attack-and-defend
behind the light, under the shadow
hidden inside the pathos of the world
all is secretly
well.
Author notes
My username is intoothandclaw. I used the following prompts --
The contest image.
Tool's H., 46&2, and Third Eye all contributed heavily.
Retrograde as a theme
Nine words from the word bank.
A contest entry
- FEAST YOUR STARVED EYES UPON THIS by Asabouros..
1000 points, ended October 29, 2008, 10 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Comments
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weird and creative, i think it was a bit long and could have been condensed a bit more but that is only my oppinin
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great description!
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you have titled the poem very apt.
The first line is very colorful, bright and widely figurative, it's brings in mind only two colors thought
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When the description takes the transitions it's a lovely note to see the poem growing towards a heavy subject 'salvation'...
It's very thoughtful and a brilliant work
Thanks for sharing
all the best in the contest
Love
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awesome title
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Utopiate, can I borrow that one, what a bad ass concept and excersize in poetic liscense. The way you dangle and weld words together and against each other is a real treasure.
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Go for it. My partner and I both love playing with language like that. You should look at Lion-Serpent's work if you like that kind of thing. He's always tumbling words over his fingers, mixing and matching and warping, experimenting.
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groovy. I will be sure to give Lions work a gander.
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"the paranoid stench of this modern dark age
shall dissipate as dream-mist soon enough."
I adore the way you word things. You never seem to run out of descriptions for the exact picture in your mind. Fantastic. Best of luck to you in the contest!

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