Guest guest Posted December 10, 2005 Report Share Posted December 10, 2005 Dear all, THese are some other poems I wrote awhile ago which i would like to share with everyone if you have time to read them. I hope you all enjoy these and i guess thats all i have to say. Take care Kyyan ===================================================================== ===================================================================== === IN SEARCH OF BIRTH From the point of no return i have finally returned, unscathed yet clothes tattered create a cause for concern// In minds of loved ones, which love has now forgotton, tongues speak with the sweetness of ripe peaches, though their sentiment has grown rotton// Sediment has grown solid, whatever could not escape, the ice like rock like natural glacial lakes// Was solidfied, and now stands eternally, as a sculpute to rep humanity which now uncannly// Resembles death, known as Anubis in ancient egypt, has been made man best friend, we trade our bones for his allegiance// And since the fetus, was constructed in laboratories, we've been the creative force behind modern science's horror stories// And the products of that screen play thats on endless replay, are always days away from their souls being sold on ebay// To finance their great escape, destination- the altered state, where brain waves automate the urge to altercate// And conciously, common sence can no longer operate, nor compensate, for the stoned weight placed where the thoughts once laid// So obviously, this trip is a one way departure, a fireball, spinning out of control like the arrows of unskilled archers// Which unfortuantly, have hit me repeatedly , like snake bites in Adam's garden, as the Eve bled shadows onto the trees// Astonishingly , i have not yet ceased to be, or have become a corpse, which trees refer to as fallen leaves// But as i was falling screamed, for it to just leave me be, like a broken family who only communicate once annually// And as you can see -it did, swept up by a gale force wind, impaled straight through my skin, with a branch like a broken shin// i was reattached to the limb, like regeneration set in, yet my life was still hanging in, the balance like a pendulum// And to this day it still is, and will be until i realize, that these skies are just the canopy of this tree of lives// Which we all derive our essence, and in essence are all connected, and only those who connect with this, source can escape breathlessness// And live forever, in bliss and be conscious of it, a constant reminder of the destiny in which we have all been summoned// But which few listen for, and ignore for things that glisten more, but this simple door-way to destiny can't be opened simply by metaphor// So with that in mind, i digress and leave the rest, up to your own self discovery, as i learn to open this treasure chest// -Inside myself. ©Kyyan Volk Sept 11, 2005 ========================================================== ========================================================== =========================================================== ASPIRE! Prepare to launch, there is no turning back, like when the curtains draw closed and the play of life fades to black//// blast off, ack! the smoke cloud the sences, hacks away your conciousness -like a machete to a man who's defensless//// up, up, and away with my destination on the path of, no return back from, the acting out of the final action//// drum roll please, lets call forth our fore fathers, from the four corners of the globe, have them souround us, floating, like ships in a habor//// and so it begins, the place left for dead in the spirit of new beginings, has begun to become distortied like sound for the hard of hearing//// thus the grip is weakened, and the hand slowly lets go, which is when the doubt flood in, and once again the hands close//// a wave rises up and snatches the light from the skies, carries it in it's decent to be washed away with the tide//// But rearranging its local does not cease its existence, but transforms it into a goal whose grasp is within our limits//// thus; is the nature of changing ones self, or so i have heard from the mouths of books whos words line the shelves//// But one cannot know being born again, among men, with the mind, experience is all that can mend//// the gap between, what is known and what is truth, rationale is the endless loop, experience is the ball that trasends that hoop// thus you know, with a somewhat dusty glow, that you must feel it to know it, and to know it you must grow// like a great cedar, slowly and up towards the sun, weather all the storms along the way in order to keep air in the lungs// and never think of greatness as something you have become, but realize, you must strive to always break the ties that bind- until the day you reach the sun// ©Kyyan Volk -Sept 2005 ASPIRE!! ===================================================================== ===================================================================== ===================================================================== SIMPLE THOUGHTS 1)The rain falls on my head, the thunder claps showing his appreciation , as the drops of water make their way down my body and into the flower bed/ 2)Where i sleep, so i can feel alive, immortal like the fragrance of roses, i cannot die/ 3)Protected, nourished, i sip the sweet necter, and praise the rain for filling the flowers veins- their beauty is my protecter/ 4)-From what, i cannot say, for the mere mention of its name ,will cast me in a reoccuring role in this play; of life. ©Kyyan Volk -Sept 2005 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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