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 Oct 2015
Saparonia Holliday
How many have seen the black in black eye
The eye that takes you in
It transports to their place
Stopping time outside hours pass in a moment
Who has been absorbed
By the mind of the other
Where the old young timeless sees your naked soul
Where the test is ultimate
Where fear means nothing
Beyond death in that place of life
Time is truly one moment
Fleeting glimpse of eternity
Then cruelly places you back
Among the blind in Maya
Who destroy you for speaking
 Oct 2015
Saparonia Holliday
A troll is a large creature with smelly feet
That lives in a corner of Middle Earth
On the same plane of Yggdrasil as men
Some turned to stone in the sunlight

A troll is one of the creatures Tolkien wrote of
As being an angry and stupid creature that eats flesh
With the characteristics of the above

A troll is a wind up merchant
Who disturbs the equilibrium of unstable situations
They giggle when someone gets upset
And keep themselves hidden in dark places
Occasionally coming out to play
"Now you see me Now you don't"
They enjoy having others argue while they sit back and watch
With the characteristics of all the above
 Oct 2015
Saparonia Holliday
If you go after leading me here
There is a vacuum, an empty place
Because I can't call to you if you aren't there

I would read those words over
As I did, looking for the meanings
They are gone
It's like a song being forgotten

If you go and leave us to predators
My own words are empty
Only having life if you read them
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 Oct 2015
Saparonia Holliday
Entrenched in religion
Taught from my birth
I began to awaken

I branched to the path
Of a strict regime
Thinking there was truth
Eyes started to see
Contradictions

The others had shown
Had spoken to me
In an earlier time
I noticed there be
Repetitions

One day I slipped
From tight rules and laws
The elders came
To point out my flaws

You can stay they said
So to begin
Swear now on this book
You won't do it again

I knew well the book
Cover to cover
I looked at them
Thought of my lover

Swear I won't I replied
For I have not the power
To pledge for all time
In this single hour

For that book you hold
Says Don't make an oath
I refuse I say no
To your ungodly troth

So they turned in their pride
With their unseeing eyes
To wander in darkness
Condemned me to die

I thought I was ******
For a while and a while
Then the ones I knew better
On me they did smile

They sent me the clues
Gave me new keys
To follow the truth
Wherever it leads

If it leads to damnation
Still truth is the path
If it leads to pure knowledge
Home I'll be at last
 Oct 2015
Saparonia Holliday
from
On the Infinite Universe and Worlds
(DE L'INFINITO UNIVERSO ET MONDI)

by GIORDANO BRUNO
1548 – 17 February 1600
burned at the stake in Rome's Campo de' Fiori

THREE SONNETS

Passing alone to those realms
The object erst of thine exalted thought,
I would rise to infinity: then I would compass the skill
Of industries and arts equal to the objects.
There would I be reborn: there on high I would foster for thee
Thy fair offspring, now that at length cruel
Destiny hath run her whole course
Against the enterprise whereby I was wont to withdraw to thee.
Fly not from me, for I yearn for a nobler refuge
That I may rejoice in thee. And I shall have as guide
A god called blind by the unseeing.
May Heaven deliver thee, and every emanation
Of the great Architect be ever gracious unto thee:
But turn thou not to me unless thou art mine.

Escaped from the narrow murky prison
Where for so many years error held me straitly,
Here I leave the chain that bound me
And the shadow of my fiercely malicious foe
Who can force me no longer to the gloomy dusk of night.
For he who hath overcome the great Python
With whose blood he hath dyed the waters of the sea
Hath put to flight the Fury that pursued me.
To thee I turn, I soar, O my sustaining Voice;
I render thanks to thee, my Sun, my divine Light,
For thou hast summoned me from that horrible torture,
Thou hast led me to a goodlier tabernacle;
Thou hast brought healing to my bruised heart.

Thou art my delight and the warmth of my heart;
Thou makest me without fear of Fate or of Death;
Thou breakest the chains and bars
Whence few come forth free.
Seasons, years, months, days and hours --
The children and weapons of Time -- and that Court
Where neither steel nor treasure avail
Have secured me from the fury [of the foe].
Henceforth I spread confident wings to space;
I fear no barrier of crystal or of glass;
I cleave the heavens and soar to the infinite.
And while I rise from my own globe to others
And penetrate ever further through the eternal field,
That which others saw from afar, I leave far behind me
I found this on http://www.positiveatheism.org/hist/brunoiuw0.htm

Giordano's crime was to envisage the Earth as being one of many inhabited worlds and the Sun as one of many stars.
 Oct 2015
Saparonia Holliday
Sweet darkness of the night where every sound is clear and even a tiny spark is bright.
In darkness there's no fear

Sweet darkness of the void where no emptiness presides and galaxies appear so close
In darkness all is near

Light that pains and burns feeds trees and scorches land in dryness where the sand is made
Where phantoms walk disguised

Light reveals the crimes and tears of creatures slaves for man In truth we need the light
To be despised
 Oct 2015
Dylan Thomas
There was a saviour
          Rarer than radium,
     Commoner than water, crueller than truth;
          Children kept from the sun
          Assembled at his tongue
     To hear the golden note turn in a groove,
Prisoners of wishes locked their eyes
In the jails and studies of his keyless smiles.

          The voice of children says
          From a lost wilderness
     There was calm to be done in his safe unrest,
          When hindering man hurt
          Man, animal, or bird
     We hid our fears in that murdering breath,
Silence, silence to do, when earth grew loud,
In lairs and asylums of the tremendous shout.

          There was glory to hear
          In the churches of his tears,
     Under his downy arm you sighed as he struck,
          O you who could not cry
          On to the ground when a man died
     Put a tear for joy in the unearthly flood
And laid your cheek against a cloud-formed shell:
Now in the dark there is only yourself and myself.

          Two proud, blacked brothers cry,
          Winter-locked side by side,
     To this inhospitable hollow year,
          O we who could not stir
          One lean sigh when we heard
     Greed on man beating near and fire neighbour
       But wailed and nested in the sky-blue wall
Now break a giant tear for the little known fall,

          For the drooping of homes
          That did not nurse our bones,
     Brave deaths of only ones but never found,
          Now see, alone in us,
          Our own true strangers' dust
     Ride through the doors of our unentered house.
Exiled in us we arouse the soft,
Unclenched, armless, silk and rough love that breaks all rocks.
I will not be remembered as the leader of a mighty Army or drum major in a marching band ! Nor recognized by all of mankind for my scientific acumen , climbing Kilimanjaro or exploring the depths of the oceans ! My eulogy would not describe a man of great intellect such as the architect , lawyer or engineer ! Let my tombstone reflect upon the days of a Father , musician , poet and dreamer , that passed away with curiosity , not sadness .. A sometimes troubled man , with a love for the Arts , sunsets and the animal kingdom with a firm grasp of cherished , life long Southern traditions and moral principles* ...
Copyright October 14 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
 Oct 2015
NV
01:52 am
have you ever asked yourself like why you so lonely?*

01:53 am
or empty?

that maybe you give too much of your essence to people and never leave any of you for yourself

01:55 am
i know i do

02:05 am
and like that's maybe why i get so attached to humans

because in them,
i find myself


02:07 am
i need to change, because things shouldn't be this way

02:10 am
but it's hard sometimes you know, when most days you don't leave the house because you feel unworthy of the space you take up

02:16 am
so you'd much rather disintegrate into soil because you've become all too familiar with people stepping over you and admiring the outcome of your beauty but never the roots of your pain

02:19 am
i spend so much effort watering people in order for them to grow and hardly get enough sun shine to feed my own soul

02:25 am*
because i don't know how to do anything else but care for everyone but myself
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