Post by theskyapoet on Apr 27, 2010 0:53:08 GMT -5
The horizon is rising to greet this spring-time night
The hollow tale of my wilderness indirectely dissolved
I try to steer away from unproductive thought patterns that taint the psyche
I think, therefore I must be able to restore & resolve.
So, I wasted my chemical youth, misplaced in a rabid toxic haze
The closer I get to recalling it to conciouss memory the further it slips away
Prematurely spewed out, not a moment to waste, or
just eager to explore a world that I just simply wasn't designed for.
Now the chattering psychosis of an over-active mind produces altruism and empathy
with a thought placing peace in the soul of every sentient being
Diseased from & displeased with the distinct level of destruction
The stuttering over-view contorts any attempt at believing.
So, away go now shadows to their final resting place
as I climb the side of the hill to the green hotel
asking, discretely as possible, the reign of sky-falling stars;
"is it just natural progression how you shon then you fell?"
Now I know, what goes up must come down and out goes in at the other end,
but like a phoenix of faith from the ashes of karmic revolution beginnings are here once again
Slowly healing my broken wings with true love and the raging mute tones of desire
to once again soar, limitations denied, this time I shall climb even higher.
I HEARD THIS FROM THE FIRE:
"Stay grounded in spirit crowned just as you are,
Dispose of paranoia, disown your delusions;
This night is for recourse, heavenly sent,
Of morn you are promised a new disposition."
Just at that moment over the mountain I saw the first glimmer of light
As morning replaced the darkness that it follows...
...I think it's about time to face the new day
with the crown of dawn of which is born a better today tommorow.
(C) Greg Watkins (Theskyapoet) - 27th April 2010
The hollow tale of my wilderness indirectely dissolved
I try to steer away from unproductive thought patterns that taint the psyche
I think, therefore I must be able to restore & resolve.
So, I wasted my chemical youth, misplaced in a rabid toxic haze
The closer I get to recalling it to conciouss memory the further it slips away
Prematurely spewed out, not a moment to waste, or
just eager to explore a world that I just simply wasn't designed for.
Now the chattering psychosis of an over-active mind produces altruism and empathy
with a thought placing peace in the soul of every sentient being
Diseased from & displeased with the distinct level of destruction
The stuttering over-view contorts any attempt at believing.
So, away go now shadows to their final resting place
as I climb the side of the hill to the green hotel
asking, discretely as possible, the reign of sky-falling stars;
"is it just natural progression how you shon then you fell?"
Now I know, what goes up must come down and out goes in at the other end,
but like a phoenix of faith from the ashes of karmic revolution beginnings are here once again
Slowly healing my broken wings with true love and the raging mute tones of desire
to once again soar, limitations denied, this time I shall climb even higher.
I HEARD THIS FROM THE FIRE:
"Stay grounded in spirit crowned just as you are,
Dispose of paranoia, disown your delusions;
This night is for recourse, heavenly sent,
Of morn you are promised a new disposition."
Just at that moment over the mountain I saw the first glimmer of light
As morning replaced the darkness that it follows...
...I think it's about time to face the new day
with the crown of dawn of which is born a better today tommorow.
(C) Greg Watkins (Theskyapoet) - 27th April 2010