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 Sep 2012 Claudia Tara
K Mae
Altogether too sane
to be poet of strenuous merit,
conforming with comfort as I do
within the vast middle.
Yet there is hope
as I seep through dissolving edges
of mass consciousness.
I look like I'm not troubled.
Fact is, deep within, I'm in a ball, curled and doubled.
Inside of my Soul,
Piercing shrieks are all that are heard
The opacity of night is brighter than magnified light compared to the darkness that is so profound.
Within the Inside of my Soul,
To reach my demise is a wish upon a star,
of which is only a vague experience dreamt
.
Within the Inside of my Soul,
On the surface I may feel fine, traverse deeper... there, now you are where the madness is withheld. Further yet, and I know not what you shall find!
Within the Inside of my Soul,
This region is neither authored by my body nor my mind.
The Inside of my Soul,
Consistently it stirs for either omniscient peace,
or to end the constant turmoil and cease
Within the Inside of my soul,
I see no imminent release,
Within the Inside of my Soul,
As does the Sun, my Soul either rises or sets, yet it never rests... even when unseen
Within the Inside of my Soul,
As my heart beats the blood that constantly flows, So too never is there rest within,
The Inside Of My Soul!

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Revised from Feb. 18th, 2009 which is as follows:

"Inside of my soul"(Original)

I look like I'm not troubled,
but the truth is, I'm in a ball, curled and doubled.
Inside of my soul,
only screams are heard and the night is light compared to the dark that is so thick with in the inside of my soul
death is a wish upon a star, of which is only dreamt, inside of my soul.
Yes, I might feel fine, go a little deeper, then you will reach my mind, there, now you are where my madness is withheld. but further still, I know not what you shall find.
Inside of my soul, this place is not under the control of my body or mind.
My soul, it constantly stirs for either peace or to one day cease.
I CANT GET A GRIP! So I pray for a release; Inside of my soul.
Like the sun, it either rises or sets, yet it never rests, even when unseen
Like the blood that flows from my heart to my body, there is no rest with in the
Inside of my Soul.

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I'll Close My Eyes And Let You Lead The Way,
But You Have To Promise Me That Your Gonna Stay.
I'll Let Go Of Your Hand And Follow Your Voice,
I'll Give You My Trust, I'll Make That My Choice.
Tell You All My Feelings You Never Found Out,
Because With You I Have No Doubts.

Aaron, I'll Trust You All I Can,
But It's Hard You Gotta Understand.
My Love.
transcending
this cocoon of flesh
all the trappings of walkway icons
gilded
like the ****** Marys of Constantinople
without the divinity of virtue
where is zen
in this jungle
of glass and steel
time in a bottle leaking out
with a faulty seal.
when will the turn of the wheel
bring happiness
instead of the wet blanket
of sorrow
following a path
down by the River of Tears
watching the Lily Maid drift by
wondering
where is my dress and veil
in the cards of the gypsy
will I ever reach
Shangra La
© October 2003 Flying Lynx Press

(This is about trying to escape our culture's rigid ideas of beauty and worthiness, while waiting to find the person you'll marry and wondering if they'll ever come.)
 Sep 2012 Claudia Tara
Katie Ruby
Colourful kites form constellations against the sky;
comets, planets and stars, all condensed into a
single, crowded horizon.
It’s such a clear day, galaxies seen for miles.

The vastness of space is something
one cannot comprehend,
the size, the emptiness,
even the darkness,
the stars help outline the skies,
but to the naked eye, space is nothing.

Clouds inhabit the sky,
never really caring about people's feelings,
they rain when they feel miserable,
they give random rays of light when feeling
generous, and laugh at us whilst we moan.

The universe we live in is so vast,
Full of wonderful miracles,
But full of pain and loss,
Everyone has their own universe,
everyone chooses their own paths

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