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Inner Balance

Optimistic clarity
cool, crystal blue
fields of cotton candy
golden magnificence
stirred,
by a light,
cool breeze.
Drink deep
the splendor
of this perfect
moment in time,
a draught for
weary souls,
distilled joy
a potion of smiles.

Clear blue skies arrive
chasing away stormy mournings
lonely tearful nights

On bleaker horizons,
heated, envy green
turned violent,
with tufts of fiberglass
streaking asbestos
reality, split apart
by jagged, angry
serpent-tongued fire.
Violently voiced,
sky cracked open
like cluster
headaches.
Celebrating destruction
venom greedily consumed
infects fresh,
teary bleeding,
wounds.

Author notes

Hmm, weird. Stoned poetry.  Kind of thinking about perspectives.  Like, the difference between enjoying a nice day, or waiting for the storm on the horizon.  Pain makes you feel like you will never be happy again.  That's the venom.  Excuse me if this doesn't make sense, it makes sense to me right now.
Written May 24th, 2004

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  • Stigz
    July 7, 2004
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    You definantly have a strong unique style.. I have found something that we have in common.. were both very attention grabbing writers.. not a whole lot of un needed word fillers.. and this was.. the definition of intricate beauty.. I dont think I would ever put those two words together, but thats really the only way to express it.*


  • barefoot contessa silver member
    July 7, 2004
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    You are the second person that I know can turn out some haunting stuff while being stoned. You should checkout his work. Dolom Zeron if you haven't already. It makes me wonder if I should get stone for this purpose.

    This was truly mind blowing. This was truly an experience reading this. Hmm...You have also inspired me with your poems that I read tonight. I been experiencing a bad case of writer's block, and it has finally left me. Thank You.


  • lovestinks
    July 2, 2004
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    stoned poetry eh... hmm! haha that must put a little twist on things huh! well...i really liked this poem, it created a picture for me while reading... and i thought your words flowed togeather very nicely! - great job, thanx for sharing... and also thanx for your kind words on my poem 'escape'

  • satch
    July 1, 2004
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    surpet tongue man where you come up with this stuff its crazy in a good way always guessing what ya next lines gonna be then im surprised everytime, that serpent bit was the line that stuck out to me the most the deepness of your thinking is beyond fair play.


  • Piscean soul
    May 26, 2004
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    nice turn in the poem although I enjoyed the first part more. it's very peaceful (my type). I really liked this piece. keep up the good work arkhayne


  • schitzofaerie
    May 26, 2004
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    This one seems to go pretty deep...
    "On bleaker horizons,
    heated, envy green
    turned violent,
    with tufts of fiberglass
    streaking asbestos
    reality, split apart
    by jagged, angry
    serpent-tongued fire."

    personally my favorite part. :} I'd say more but it woudn't do it justice.


  • SEA angel gold member
    May 25, 2004
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    Love pic and contrasting mood in 1st part

    I love the pic and the contrasting of the two scales of mood you have penned here. Last night I told a friend I was going for a walk and she said, "I'm too tired". When I returned I had an IM she'd gone for a walk too and it was SO nice. Many don't know that research has proven walking is a natural mood elevator. Often moods of melancholy are accompanied by shallow breathing and walks improve breathing (oxygen to brain). I told my friend that every day I dread my walk then go for a walk and wonder why I dreaded it . It is sort of like God's way showing in a simple way that many things we dread (like storms) have a silver lining if we just step out in faith . Godspeed and best wishes 24/7
    Edited on May 25, 9:23 because ''.

  • williamtell
    May 24, 2004
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    yea you were stoned...good man...I liked the first two best...
    ...I'll have to read the 3rd one on its own...
    this is good stoned poetry...and its fun seein these words
    come...


  • Trilliana
    May 24, 2004
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    you're an awesome poet when you're stoned... I'm jealous.

  • xlilmzcheerx
    May 24, 2004
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    Very nice i Enjoyed reading this


  • forgotten dream
    May 24, 2004
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    wow, i really like this - it reminds me of some things i've written. i really like the creative use of words, and how they worked together to make a picture. i really really enjoyed this. great job. <33

  • Chasm03
    May 24, 2004
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    odd.... but so very descriptive... i'm more of the sing song type of writer, but i do marvel over how you made this work, its very nice, very imaginitive.

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