Guest guest Posted July 20, 2009 Report Share Posted July 20, 2009 ANOTHER SHORE On the ocean shore of an alienated aspiring soul, Wild thoughts stampede like a herd of unsaddled horses, They frolic on the foaming rocks, feeling they are whole. Mare and stallion jostle in this sport on racing courses. Sometimes the stormy waters become serene and calm, Mirroring narcissistic life as in a magic pool, Soon all lies quiet, without any trace of harm, Even for my dinghy which transports this crazy fool. When a sense storm breaks I flee to my cabin down below, And batten down the hatches waiting for the clouds above And rainbow entertainment, to swiftly fly and go. I pray for the coming of Love's snow white turtle dove. She flies by, bearing an olive branch of emerald green, I stand and wait aboard my craft, patient, silent, still. I've fled the rough tempest of mind's stricken struggling scene, My dinghy's reached God's peaceful beach on quite another shore. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 20, 2009 Report Share Posted July 20, 2009 Nice one Yosy-thanks- and Love in Him-Alan--- On Mon, 20/7/09, Yosy Flug <yosyflug wrote: Yosy Flug <yosyflugRe: ANOTHER SHORE Date: Monday, 20 July, 2009, 3:50 AM Alan Jacobs wrote:> >>> ANOTHER SHORE>> On the ocean shore of an alienated aspiring soul,> Wild thoughts stampede like a herd of unsaddled horses,> They frolic on the foaming rocks, feeling they are whole.> Mare and stallion jostle in this sport on racing courses.>> Sometimes the stormy waters become serene and calm,> Mirroring narcissistic life as in a magic pool,> Soon all lies quiet, without any trace of harm,> Even for my dinghy which transports this crazy fool.>> When a sense storm breaks I flee to my cabin down below,> And batten down the hatches waiting for the clouds above> And rainbow entertainment, to swiftly fly and go.> I pray for the coming of Love's snow white turtle dove.>> She flies by, bearing an olive branch of emerald green,> I stand and wait aboard my craft, patient, silent, still.> I've fled the rough tempest of mind's stricken struggling scene,> My dinghy's reached God's peaceful beach on quite another shore.>as i was strolling leisurelyalong the waterlineof the ocean of existencepicking up and toying withsmooth pebblesof concepts and ideasdiggingempty shells of discarded beliefssuddenlyi was snatchedby a tsunami waveof unconditioned passionwhich bore mehelpless and supinecorpse likefar inland.and then,torn to pieces and guttedi was carried back to seaand lost without a tracein the depthsof the endless oceanof absolutelove@}->'->,--yosy>> Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 20, 2009 Report Share Posted July 20, 2009 > Alan Jacobs wrote: > > > > > > > > ANOTHER SHORE > > > > On the ocean shore of an alienated aspiring soul, > > Wild thoughts stampede like a herd of unsaddled horses, > > They frolic on the foaming rocks, feeling they are whole. > > Mare and stallion jostle in this sport on racing courses. > > > > Sometimes the stormy waters become serene and calm, > > Mirroring narcissistic life as in a magic pool, > > Soon all lies quiet, without any trace of harm, > > Even for my dinghy which transports this crazy fool. > > > > When a sense storm breaks I flee to my cabin down below, > > And batten down the hatches waiting for the clouds above > > And rainbow entertainment, to swiftly fly and go. > > I pray for the coming of Love's snow white turtle dove. > > > > She flies by, bearing an olive branch of emerald green, > > I stand and wait aboard my craft, patient, silent, still. > > I've fled the rough tempest of mind's stricken struggling scene, > > My dinghy's reached God's peaceful beach on quite another shore. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > as i was strolling leisurely > along the waterline > of the ocean of existence > picking up and toying with > smooth pebbles > of concepts and ideas > digging > empty shells of discarded beliefs > suddenly > i was snatched > by a tsunami wave > of unconditioned passion > which bore me > helpless and supine > corpse like > far inland. > > and then, > torn to pieces and gutted > i was carried back to sea > and lost without a trace > in the depths > of the endless ocean > of absolute > love > > @}->'->,-- > yosy > > > Bored to pieces Doing what had to be done To wile away slow-ticking time Thing here and thing there. And then Without much warning Tsunami - Illusion, delusion, reality, nightmare, altogether Bashed my bored bones Fully awake. Boredom fled Time stood well utilized No shortage of work No matter what, No result. Tears, ravings, crazy maddening hysteria, Time watched amused. Tired of fighting, too tired to resist Age-old lessons surfaced Letting go, being carried, held outside the storm she could bear no more. Silly child, stubborn you Thought you could go it alone Didn't you? Mesmerized, as in a dream She watched him Piece by piece, sew her millionth piece. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 20, 2009 Report Share Posted July 20, 2009 Alan Jacobs wrote: > > > > ANOTHER SHORE > > On the ocean shore of an alienated aspiring soul, > Wild thoughts stampede like a herd of unsaddled horses, > They frolic on the foaming rocks, feeling they are whole. > Mare and stallion jostle in this sport on racing courses. > > Sometimes the stormy waters become serene and calm, > Mirroring narcissistic life as in a magic pool, > Soon all lies quiet, without any trace of harm, > Even for my dinghy which transports this crazy fool. > > When a sense storm breaks I flee to my cabin down below, > And batten down the hatches waiting for the clouds above > And rainbow entertainment, to swiftly fly and go. > I pray for the coming of Love's snow white turtle dove. > > She flies by, bearing an olive branch of emerald green, > I stand and wait aboard my craft, patient, silent, still. > I've fled the rough tempest of mind's stricken struggling scene, > My dinghy's reached God's peaceful beach on quite another shore. > as i was strolling leisurely along the waterline of the ocean of existence picking up and toying with smooth pebbles of concepts and ideas digging empty shells of discarded beliefs suddenly i was snatched by a tsunami wave of unconditioned passion which bore me helpless and supine corpse like far inland. and then, torn to pieces and gutted i was carried back to sea and lost without a trace in the depths of the endless ocean of absolute love @}->'->,-- yosy > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Recommended Posts
Join the conversation
You are posting as a guest. If you have an account, sign in now to post with your account.
Note: Your post will require moderator approval before it will be visible.