gavin-ray-davis - Hello Poetry

The road wanderers take is beautiful There is a dirt path through a shaded wood The sunlight throws knives through the tree leaves Piercing the ground, casting beams of radiant light The buzz of bugs and insects by the bushes My footsteps crunching in the dry leaves The soundtrack of the wild Along this path, there are genuine lapses of time There is no knowledge to be known Only the consciousness of mind and present awareness are needed The tall oaks grow in rows in patterns unknown Twisting lines of savage undergrowth crawl across the ground This is no time for lonely feelings It is time for dance and revolution We are the chiselers of history in the stone tablets of time Is it real? The ever waking vision of the world around us? We are the decision makers as we travel onward Tumbling through shiny days and hooded nights.

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May 10, 2012

May 10, 2012 at 1:30 AM UTC

The Night Cape

The road wanderers take is beautiful There is a dirt path through a shaded wood The sunlight throws knives through the tree leaves Piercing the ground, casting beams of radiant light The buzz of bugs and insects by the bushes My footsteps crunching in the dry leaves The soundtrack of the wild Along this path, there are genuine lapses of time There is no knowledge to be known Only the consciousness of mind and present awareness are needed The tall oaks grow in rows in patterns unknown Twisting lines of savage undergrowth crawl across the ground This is no time for lonely feelings It is time for dance and revolution We are the chiselers of history in the stone tablets of time Is it real? The ever waking vision of the world around us? We are the decision makers as we travel onward Tumbling through shiny days and hooded nights.

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The road wanderers take is beautiful There is a dirt path through a shaded wood The sunlight throws knives through the tree leaves Piercing the ground, casting beams of radiant light The buzz of bugs and insects by the bushes My footsteps crunching in the dry leaves The soundtrack of the wild Along this path, there are genuine lapses of time There is no knowledge to be known Only the consciousness of mind and present awareness are needed The tall oaks grow in rows in patterns unknown Twisting lines of savage undergrowth crawl across the ground This is no time for lonely feelings It is time for dance and revolution We are the chiselers of history in the stone tablets of time Is it real? The ever waking vision of the world around us? We are the decision makers as we travel onward Tumbling through shiny days and hooded nights.

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May 10, 2012

May 10, 2012 at 1:29 AM UTC

The Night Cape

The road wanderers take is beautiful There is a dirt path through a shaded wood The sunlight throws knives through the tree leaves Piercing the ground, casting beams of radiant light The buzz of bugs and insects by the bushes My footsteps crunching in the dry leaves The soundtrack of the wild Along this path, there are genuine lapses of time There is no knowledge to be known Only the consciousness of mind and present awareness are needed The tall oaks grow in rows in patterns unknown Twisting lines of savage undergrowth crawl across the ground This is no time for lonely feelings It is time for dance and revolution We are the chiselers of history in the stone tablets of time Is it real? The ever waking vision of the world around us? We are the decision makers as we travel onward Tumbling through shiny days and hooded nights.

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The road wanderers take is beautiful There is a dirt path through a shaded wood The sunlight throws knives through the tree leaves Piercing the ground, casting beams of radiant light The buzz of bugs and insects by the bushes My footsteps crunching in the dry leaves The soundtrack of the wild Along this path, there are genuine lapses of time There is no knowledge to be known Only the consciousness of mind and present awareness are needed The tall oaks grow in rows in patterns unknown Twisting lines of savage undergrowth crawl across the ground This is no time for lonely feelings It is time for dance and revolution We are the chiselers of history in the stone tablets of time Is it real? The ever waking vision of the world around us? We are the decision makers as we travel onward Tumbling through shiny days and hooded nights.

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May 10, 2012

May 10, 2012 at 1:29 AM UTC

The Night Cape

The road wanderers take is beautiful There is a dirt path through a shaded wood The sunlight throws knives through the tree leaves Piercing the ground, casting beams of radiant light The buzz of bugs and insects by the bushes My footsteps crunching in the dry leaves The soundtrack of the wild Along this path, there are genuine lapses of time There is no knowledge to be known Only the consciousness of mind and present awareness are needed The tall oaks grow in rows in patterns unknown Twisting lines of savage undergrowth crawl across the ground This is no time for lonely feelings It is time for dance and revolution We are the chiselers of history in the stone tablets of time Is it real? The ever waking vision of the world around us? We are the decision makers as we travel onward Tumbling through shiny days and hooded nights.

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Feel the waves around you Falling through a mirror Trapped inside your ribcage My prayers are whispers So I don't irritate your throat So you can still breathe the air outside So I can get some light My skin is porous And my nails are crooked Feeling ever wicked inside of you Following your bruises And peeking out through your Cuts every once in a while My life is devoted To observing your choices Traveling to your ear canals Telling you the universe's secrets And I will follow all your veins Do you know your body's stained? Remember all those bar room floors Eyes hypnotized by silent words Shaped out of her lonely corpse Your sailing on a small boat craft You tell yourself to not look back And theyre calling for you From the homeland shore You will never see their faces anymore. And finding yourself all alone The raining and shivers turn to stone There are eyes peeking at you through the dark Watching you as your soul embarks Sporatic thoughts grow through your head Youre dancing on a riverbed All the while your sinking slowly down Your eyes are bright joy and light You've never seemed so satisfied Being on the very edge of death All the while your losing your breath

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Jan 28, 2012

Jan 28, 2012 at 3:22 AM UTC

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Feel the waves around you Falling through a mirror Trapped inside your ribcage My prayers are whispers So I don't irritate your throat So you can still breathe the air outside So I can get some light My skin is porous And my nails are crooked Feeling ever wicked inside of you Following your bruises And peeking out through your Cuts every once in a while My life is devoted To observing your choices Traveling to your ear canals Telling you the universe's secrets And I will follow all your veins Do you know your body's stained? Remember all those bar room floors Eyes hypnotized by silent words Shaped out of her lonely corpse Your sailing on a small boat craft You tell yourself to not look back And theyre calling for you From the homeland shore You will never see their faces anymore. And finding yourself all alone The raining and shivers turn to stone There are eyes peeking at you through the dark Watching you as your soul embarks Sporatic thoughts grow through your head Youre dancing on a riverbed All the while your sinking slowly down Your eyes are bright joy and light You've never seemed so satisfied Being on the very edge of death All the while your losing your breath

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Feel the waves around you Falling through a mirror Trapped inside your ribcage My prayers are whispers So I don't irritate your throat So you can still breathe the air outside So I can get some light My skin is porous And my nails are crooked Feeling ever wicked inside of you Following your bruises And peeking out through your Cuts every once in a while My life is devoted To observing your choices Traveling to your ear canals Telling you the universe's secrets And I will follow all your veins Do you know your body's stained? Remember all those bar room floors Eyes hypnotized by silent words Shaped out of her lonely corpse Your sailing on a small boat craft You tell yourself to not look back And theyre calling for you From the homeland shore You will never see their faces anymore. And finding yourself all alone The raining and shivers turn to stone There are eyes peeking at you through the dark Watching you as your soul embarks Sporatic thoughts grow through your head Youre dancing on a riverbed All the while your sinking slowly down Your eyes are bright joy and light You've never seemed so satisfied Being on the very edge of death All the while your losing your breath

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Jan 28, 2012

Jan 28, 2012 at 3:21 AM UTC

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Feel the waves around you Falling through a mirror Trapped inside your ribcage My prayers are whispers So I don't irritate your throat So you can still breathe the air outside So I can get some light My skin is porous And my nails are crooked Feeling ever wicked inside of you Following your bruises And peeking out through your Cuts every once in a while My life is devoted To observing your choices Traveling to your ear canals Telling you the universe's secrets And I will follow all your veins Do you know your body's stained? Remember all those bar room floors Eyes hypnotized by silent words Shaped out of her lonely corpse Your sailing on a small boat craft You tell yourself to not look back And theyre calling for you From the homeland shore You will never see their faces anymore. And finding yourself all alone The raining and shivers turn to stone There are eyes peeking at you through the dark Watching you as your soul embarks Sporatic thoughts grow through your head Youre dancing on a riverbed All the while your sinking slowly down Your eyes are bright joy and light You've never seemed so satisfied Being on the very edge of death All the while your losing your breath

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Feel the waves around you Falling through a mirror Trapped inside your ribcage My prayers are whispers So I don't irritate your throat So you can still breathe the air outside So I can get some light My skin is porous And my nails are crooked Feeling ever wicked inside of you Following your bruises And peeking out through your Cuts every once in a while My life is devoted To observing your choices Traveling to your ear canals Telling you the universe's secrets And I will follow all your veins Do you know your body's stained? Remember all those bar room floors Eyes hypnotized by silent words Shaped out of her lonely corpse Your sailing on a small boat craft You tell yourself to not look back And theyre calling for you From the homeland shore You will never see their faces anymore. And finding yourself all alone The raining and shivers turn to stone There are eyes peeking at you through the dark Watching you as your soul embarks Sporatic thoughts grow through your head Youre dancing on a riverbed All the while your sinking slowly down Your eyes are bright joy and light You've never seemed so satisfied Being on the very edge of death All the while your losing your breath

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Jan 28, 2012

Jan 28, 2012 at 3:21 AM UTC

The Dance Of Old pt. 2

Feel the waves around you Falling through a mirror Trapped inside your ribcage My prayers are whispers So I don't irritate your throat So you can still breathe the air outside So I can get some light My skin is porous And my nails are crooked Feeling ever wicked inside of you Following your bruises And peeking out through your Cuts every once in a while My life is devoted To observing your choices Traveling to your ear canals Telling you the universe's secrets And I will follow all your veins Do you know your body's stained? Remember all those bar room floors Eyes hypnotized by silent words Shaped out of her lonely corpse Your sailing on a small boat craft You tell yourself to not look back And theyre calling for you From the homeland shore You will never see their faces anymore. And finding yourself all alone The raining and shivers turn to stone There are eyes peeking at you through the dark Watching you as your soul embarks Sporatic thoughts grow through your head Youre dancing on a riverbed All the while your sinking slowly down Your eyes are bright joy and light You've never seemed so satisfied Being on the very edge of death All the while your losing your breath

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I've questioned myself insane I've questioned myself eccentric There is no explanation for this untimely calling to the wild The trees call my name, My soul, to the heart of the forest Where awaits a form of life Eyes miles deep I travel, like a missing puzzle piece I unravel, soaking in the moisture through my hands This space I occupy is now dry But yet, we flower like the sun Two shapeless forms, Traveling through each others eyes This is the great migration Souls leaping from one form to the other I have escaped my skin Now I run like deer being pushed by the wind I am an old creation My kind does not exist anymore Heavy eyes laden with gold I ponder this situation I will not go I'll wait for my brothers to return through time So we can finish the dance of old

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Nov 16, 2011

Nov 16, 2011 at 4:26 PM UTC

The Dance of Old

I've questioned myself insane I've questioned myself eccentric There is no explanation for this untimely calling to the wild The trees call my name, My soul, to the heart of the forest Where awaits a form of life Eyes miles deep I travel, like a missing puzzle piece I unravel, soaking in the moisture through my hands This space I occupy is now dry But yet, we flower like the sun Two shapeless forms, Traveling through each others eyes This is the great migration Souls leaping from one form to the other I have escaped my skin Now I run like deer being pushed by the wind I am an old creation My kind does not exist anymore Heavy eyes laden with gold I ponder this situation I will not go I'll wait for my brothers to return through time So we can finish the dance of old

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There's a man who lives in hell All his life, he's been there He walks and stalks like a brighter day But he's stuck in those memories that never fade All alone, he watched us grow From strangers, to lovers, to everyone you know He kept a secret, never told A secret so wretched, it stole his soul This man is broken, inside and out His face is weary from all those traveling hours He sits quietly, never speaking a word Holding this secret inside his world A breath is drawn and then let go What is his secret? You'll never know For he is wise beyond his years He's traveled many miles to be right here He sits aside the drifting sea Of faces and souls that have company But here he is, alone and cold Keeping his secret, never to be told

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Nov 16, 2011

Nov 16, 2011 at 4:16 PM UTC

The Secret

There's a man who lives in hell All his life, he's been there He walks and stalks like a brighter day But he's stuck in those memories that never fade All alone, he watched us grow From strangers, to lovers, to everyone you know He kept a secret, never told A secret so wretched, it stole his soul This man is broken, inside and out His face is weary from all those traveling hours He sits quietly, never speaking a word Holding this secret inside his world A breath is drawn and then let go What is his secret? You'll never know For he is wise beyond his years He's traveled many miles to be right here He sits aside the drifting sea Of faces and souls that have company But here he is, alone and cold Keeping his secret, never to be told

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If there is ever one day that the stars will align in their disarray I'll cry, hope, and whisper to the ground beneath me To take me under, six feet deep This is the dreaming hour The time when they are out The sweeping voices of river sheets And the creaking of the tree towers Floors of forests call beneath The leaves and pictures like pacing feet Stuck between the lines In my dank dark hole I flicker the fingers Like a flame growing cold This warm embrace the air supplies Is a remedy I've learned to escape my mind This world is a dream Stuck in the seams Bursting into oblivion Into hell fire I am ice Eyes like tumbleweed Staring away into this world you can't see Muddy waters and dandelions This mountain is old And I can hear his wisdom

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Nov 16, 2011

Nov 16, 2011 at 4:05 PM UTC

The Wise Old Mountain

If there is ever one day that the stars will align in their disarray I'll cry, hope, and whisper to the ground beneath me To take me under, six feet deep This is the dreaming hour The time when they are out The sweeping voices of river sheets And the creaking of the tree towers Floors of forests call beneath The leaves and pictures like pacing feet Stuck between the lines In my dank dark hole I flicker the fingers Like a flame growing cold This warm embrace the air supplies Is a remedy I've learned to escape my mind This world is a dream Stuck in the seams Bursting into oblivion Into hell fire I am ice Eyes like tumbleweed Staring away into this world you can't see Muddy waters and dandelions This mountain is old And I can hear his wisdom

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The elephant is my religion I am the elephant A swarm of magic locusts Flittering into the sunset A maggots breath of hope This pact is my priority Sworn into secrecy to a spirit within myself Two thoughts becoming one Like a fairy on slippers of purity Humanity, a cycle of insanity Can we overcome the cotton candy Mystery of mountains in the trees? An elvish land of history Like heat upon the leaves Dilate the sight to see A cringing demon of flowers and seeds And bullfrog dances in circles round A night in the forest My night on the town.

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Nov 16, 2011

Nov 16, 2011 at 3:54 PM UTC

Screech Like Metal

The elephant is my religion I am the elephant A swarm of magic locusts Flittering into the sunset A maggots breath of hope This pact is my priority Sworn into secrecy to a spirit within myself Two thoughts becoming one Like a fairy on slippers of purity Humanity, a cycle of insanity Can we overcome the cotton candy Mystery of mountains in the trees? An elvish land of history Like heat upon the leaves Dilate the sight to see A cringing demon of flowers and seeds And bullfrog dances in circles round A night in the forest My night on the town.

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