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The night is drowsy and frowning,       I hear my thoughts aloud       In forms looming over dimly       Lit rooms hurling worlds at me. It is incredibly close, the thoughts gallop      Confused I plunge into a sea of faceless      Names groaning, discerning the sorrowful      Language of half dead stagnant beings. I see a flash of verses that I grab from my mind      They speak as a mirror speaks in reverse      Phrases I spill ink repeating my minds      Tongues to prove a sanity in the dark. I am lone into the night,      I am breathing still as I write with      No gravity in my hands,      The words lulling the constellation      To sleep, one by one a poem is furiously      Born. But with night comes a deeper essential,      I am not certain where the images      Come from, but sometimes there are      No words for their form,      It is a haunting tide of thought. Today is born of yesterday,      I write into the morrow,      Suddenly time is conscious      And it ticks away watching me,      And now is passing away into the moment, The moment is sunk into eternity's nest,      It is not wasted on a compass of death,      I passionately write it into life,     Time is frozen at my inkling,      I will die of life and death will      Be a birth. Vertigo,        Caught in a lucid rapture        I cannot name the faceless momentum,        But it brings more life in the dark,        No body or soul, just life Into the words, I am trapped deeply        In the starlit terrace of my fore thoughts: I fall away into the poem,      My eyes have nothing to see,      I am a 360 degree spherical eye,      I see the cosmic splinters of time, My childhood comes to mind,       The whole of the beginning in the       Past, a whirlpool of water that flows       Furiously with eyes closed, And suddenly I am middle aged,      Today brand new again,      The past in my present,      Becoming omnipresent like      A ghost petrified into thoughts, Wind blows through her hair,       I am in love once again,       My first love relived without time,       Timeless like a frozen ice queen, I have come back to where I was.      I am in immensity of youth,   The shores extend like an endless beach,        The water is crystalline, Her body is transparent,     Two rivers become one, We walk into forever over the water    In a bridge of time that relapses Over itself, time looping into       My very memory, The jade moon follows her silhouette,        I am a star crossed fool, The sun shines at night when    We held hands. I blink, and once and again, I am trapped in the eternal night. There is no way back,     The dead are still alive, The living are suffocating on life,      On my wall a sea of faces enrapturing My words,     All the time I have lived in a bottle,   I drink drunk on memory,        The ladder leads to Jacob, A thousand lives have lived in this night,      My world remote, I shrink into the dawn,      My eyes close, My final thought: Where or when have I ever been??
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Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 8:05 PM UTC
Night of the Poet
The night is drowsy and frowning,       I hear my thoughts aloud       In forms looming over dimly       Lit rooms hurling worlds at me. It is incredibly close, the thoughts gallop      Confused I plunge into a sea of faceless      Names groaning, discerning the sorrowful      Language of half dead stagnant beings. I see a flash of verses that I grab from my mind      They speak as a mirror speaks in reverse      Phrases I spill ink repeating my minds      Tongues to prove a sanity in the dark. I am lone into the night,      I am breathing still as I write with      No gravity in my hands,      The words lulling the constellation      To sleep, one by one a poem is furiously      Born. But with night comes a deeper essential,      I am not certain where the images      Come from, but sometimes there are      No words for their form,      It is a haunting tide of thought. Today is born of yesterday,      I write into the morrow,      Suddenly time is conscious      And it ticks away watching me,      And now is passing away into the moment, The moment is sunk into eternity's nest,      It is not wasted on a compass of death,      I passionately write it into life,     Time is frozen at my inkling,      I will die of life and death will      Be a birth. Vertigo,        Caught in a lucid rapture        I cannot name the faceless momentum,        But it brings more life in the dark,        No body or soul, just life Into the words, I am trapped deeply        In the starlit terrace of my fore thoughts: I fall away into the poem,      My eyes have nothing to see,      I am a 360 degree spherical eye,      I see the cosmic splinters of time, My childhood comes to mind,       The whole of the beginning in the       Past, a whirlpool of water that flows       Furiously with eyes closed, And suddenly I am middle aged,      Today brand new again,      The past in my present,      Becoming omnipresent like      A ghost petrified into thoughts, Wind blows through her hair,       I am in love once again,       My first love relived without time,       Timeless like a frozen ice queen, I have come back to where I was.      I am in immensity of youth,   The shores extend like an endless beach,        The water is crystalline, Her body is transparent,     Two rivers become one, We walk into forever over the water    In a bridge of time that relapses Over itself, time looping into       My very memory, The jade moon follows her silhouette,        I am a star crossed fool, The sun shines at night when    We held hands. I blink, and once and again, I am trapped in the eternal night. There is no way back,     The dead are still alive, The living are suffocating on life,      On my wall a sea of faces enrapturing My words,     All the time I have lived in a bottle,   I drink drunk on memory,        The ladder leads to Jacob, A thousand lives have lived in this night,      My world remote, I shrink into the dawn,      My eyes close, My final thought: Where or when have I ever been??
A night for a poet.
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Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 8:05 PM UTC
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