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It is what it is

Contributed by zenmind on Tuesday, 3rd August 2004 @ 08:20:06 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

A moment shared is a passing wave
uniting individuals with ocean currents and moon energy,
which encompass transparent imaginary lines
that falter and break

Seemingly broken, a new wave is reached and illusion is washed into the night,
freeing the minds of souls caught in insomnia.
The moon rises and all is at rest except for steel toed boots
that develop mindless awareness and exptect to steal freedom.

These don't exist.
Confusion always arises when definitions become primary factors in understanding reality.
It's ok, this doesn't have to be anything.

It can speak of gods and goddesses,
dolphins and seaguls,
ocean waves,
mountain peaks,
cold air,
sunshine,
lillies,
love,

Anything

It all speaks nothing,
so the words don't matter.

Speak amongst demons
and prepare to be enslaved in a race of ants,
knawing through your skull,
leaving room for rats to give birth,
with enough food for rodents of all shapes.

This is the point of the trip,
to allow the tragedies become you,
all while smiling against the rain splattered window pane,
with your face peeling,
and leaving an open torn skull laughing.

Because nothing matters,
wounds left open and bleeding,
or new born babies, loved.

Sooner or later their skulls will be food for worms,
and we will only be a memory in the souls of the dead,
and the morning air will be fresh
and that will be the only thing there is.

Copyright © zenmind ... [ 2004-08-03 20:20:06]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: It is what it is (User Rating: 1 )
by BrandySwanson on Wednesday, 4th August 2004 @ 02:59:48 PM AEST
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amazing write from start to finish. love it, cant wait to read more of your work.

Brandy

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