I dream of the colour blue and violet
sifting through my dream catcher (mind)
like the web it is (all-of-it)
soft and subtle all over me
inside my forgotten enlightenment
the bells ring and the colours fade
when i awake to nothing more than
that forgotten memory
shades of grey pour over my spillway thinking
i'm only lost when i let the blackened irony
take over my senses
what has become of my soul
why does the pain super impose itself
into softer light of the yellow sun
that blinds me to no end
have you ever tried to stay in it's light?
never blinking but staring into it's epicenter
until spots cover your eyes and nothing more
nothing more than blindness
isn't it beautiful?
when blindness becomes true insight
it's simplified and perfection
it's death and the phoenix fire
reborn into the new you
Author notes
when I was a child I would stare up into the sun until I literally went blind. The memories of my childhood mixed with my current age and experience flowed into my thinking.
Tell me What you think
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I'm a dying fuckn fool but thank you T. If anyone has telent here it's you, not me.
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hey big guy...you are no fool...and being a fool would be no bad thing...if in your foolishness you painted rainbows....
I tell my kids all the time..sure the mathematicians and.politicians and scientists wield all the power...but it is the poets musicians and artists who make the world beautiful....
remember that okay?
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This is so full of beauty..vulnerability..longing..I ma totally overwhelmed by it...for once..Im stunned into silence...words would not do this justice...my whole world feels a little slower..my soul is wistful...and this is beyond comment
you are a hell of a poet my friend
this is incredible
thank you...so much for sharing
T
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This peice was quite intense to read, I'm not sure I understood it all, but thats cool, because i'm not really meant to am I. I mean,, did you.
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