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Beyond the VG board

Contributed by Euphoria on Sunday, 1st December 2002 @ 12:00:00 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

Man’s insouciance over the years,
Has cost me much,
His candid queries of forbidden grounds,
Of future in the hold of time,
Has cost me much,
Switching dimensions,
Jumping picket fences between the dead and the living
I come at the call of ‘ a good spirit passing by’,
Yes it has cost me much,
For I do not have a point of return,
My heart is filled with dismay and discern,
For I do not know where to be,
It’s just the gray that I can see,
Between the white and the black,
There is the gray,
That is where I dwell,
My praying ground,
Where folly and virtue;
The past and the present,
And the traces of future reside together,
Much beyond all banal horizons,
Saints and sinners,
All the fallen angels,
And men, who want to race with time,
Waiting for a crack in the hazy sky,
Yet not waiting enough,
Gobbling down life and the chances with it,
In the end with nothing in their hands,
If they need some light to show them the way,
Maybe they should come by my doorstep,
Into the land of the gray.

Copyright Â© Euphoria ... [ 2002-12-01 12:00:00]
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Re: Beyond the VG board (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 4th April 2004 @ 09:18:12 AM AEST
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Mesmeric and entrancing. This resonates within me via various ways; the energy spent in giving time; the loss of our time in subserviance to any obligation, perceived or otherwise; the Otherworlds and spirit realms, where our aspirations are borne . . .

"And men, who want to race with time,
Waiting for a crack in the hazy sky,"

Another sparkling poetic jewel, you have cut here. Truly.

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