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Post by soulfir3 on Oct 30, 2006 23:35:28 GMT -6
who are you ?calling into the emptiness, where a heart once beat lonely and solemn the distant roll of thunder felt, under the thrum of pulse where are you ?sad chiming of death bells heard over and beyond hills of loneliness an aching so deep it cuts, under vein of self why did you leave ?the emptiness you've left here almost more than one can bear solemn is the heart beat tears barely grace the air falling, dissolving the last remaining hope ~ that you might still have been here ~  |
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Post by dawness on Nov 1, 2006 6:05:46 GMT -6
haunting, soul. grief, shall it ever pass? ... thank you.
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Post by Juan Castrocafe on Nov 3, 2006 10:14:25 GMT -6
someone asked me this question directly...I gave this answer...
I am a 7 year old boy walking up to a mad woman cutting herself and taking the knife, I am a twelve year old boy fixing what he has been taught to believe is a soul, I am someone looking so hard from the outside, I forgot to remember when I went to the middle of the circle, I am happenstance and denial of what is seemingly insisted and I am fighting the status quo.....I am the dropping level watching a man drop with the crack of one cap igniting the gunpowder in a single blow, I am the jester who laughs at cancer because crying accomplishes nothing, I am the idiot who gave away his world to have it taken--DUH, I am still that person that trusts that things can get better...but only within one person, waking up and realizing, that this one person has a life partner--themselves and they have every right to love and cherish that life partner which for a great while they have been taught to and have indeed taken for granted....I am rebellion itself as the smugness of convention...I have been called shamon--I am not, I have been called wise but I am too foolish to know the difference, I have danced in the halls of insanity and came out untouched...I am the guy running into the fire forgetting that the person might not actually want to get out--I do it anyways, I know there is so much more to the human condition than any god, name, position, wealth or possession could ever merit as an equal and I am not a thing, I am not a noun, I am a verb, movement and action itself because otherwise, I'd be a rock holding water and growing hair...I am wrong - I am right and I am neither at all, I am the observer who watches the fall-has learned not to always catch but let them dash to the rocks and hope that maybe because I pointed the finger--they saw the answer for themselves, I am that voice that is a whisper--allopoetically that I never possess the message because it was always you....I am no-thing, and freedom is just another word for me because I have no-thing left to loose.....I ahve been called demon, godless heathen, dark entity, manipulator.....everyone I meet has a label gun shooting at me, the stars and small dogs in other people's laps...............none of this actually applies with any relevance whatsoever....
I AM I...no-thing else matters (not the Metallica version either)
YOU ARE YOU and you are truly everything you will ever need, the problem is that most people forget where the backup battery is, the toolbox and the greatest friend you will ever have resides...it is often impossible to do while holing onto love of another, a dog, a biscuit, cigarette, job, a monkey if you can afford one, money and the like...if you could let go of everything that you feel defines your life and have it all fall away..what is still left is you...and you haven't lost a thing..actually....
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Post by Juan Castrocafe on Nov 3, 2006 10:16:51 GMT -6
and mostly I feel this way because I know what it is to be broken into many fragmented pieces and bring them all back together....never ever ever give up...nothing is ever over or ever final...it can change
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Post by Juan Castrocafe on Nov 3, 2006 10:17:21 GMT -6
you can change...and you have the power of choice...then the integrity of action does all the rest or nothing at all
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