There is a fractal fascination
in your quest for deception.
Curious remarks for sanity.
Check marked and logged for clarity.
Drowning from the lack of that relief.
Constant collection
Of moments left in obsolescence
When time has escaped me.
Once,
My voice.
Twice,
My actions.
And again three times unfocused
And ashamed of whomever I have not become.
This image of perfection that I left unattained.
Gone.
Unchained in my dreams
yet left gasping for reality’s song,
substance and form.
Irresponsible choice to not choose.
Let loose this ghost for acceptance.
For once tell me something I cannot bear;
some truth undeniable that tears
at me from this hollow
so deeply that its bliss scares me into Life.
Succumbing to surrender
and revelations of this infinite presence
unfolding forever into versions of myself
so familiar that I remember who I’ve been.
And weep that this whole time
I denied you.
Screamed “NO!!!”
When you were smiling and
holding the universe before me asking,
“Life? What are you doing? What can you do?
If anything, what will you do?
What point is being made? What questions being asked?
Found within this space always answered
and begging, demanding to be repeated; Understood and never ending.”
All at once I ask-ed myself through you
when I begin beginning to realize that You and I...
Am. Have, ARE, and Always will Be...
Thissss, thisssssah,
Moment lost in conspicuous brilliance.
Vibrating so “on high”
that most of our life is spent
and drained away believing we are less.
That we don’t deserve this one promise.
This one gift it has been givin.
This collective connection
taken for granted in the quest outside ourselves.
I AM the shelves built to hold me,
the still voice that told me
this was meant to mold the
absence of no-thing
from the cast shaped for ALL.
If only I can believe this shared experience means something.
To call forth my forgotten voice
without being attached to the illusion
that I can begin to see past this veil of infinity.
To the end.
This highest form of divinity.
This chest locked, yet it rests within me.
Waiting patiently to be
Re-discovered.
Feb 3, 2013
Feb 3, 2013 at 7:43 AM UTC
There is a fractal fascination
in your quest for deception.
Curious remarks for sanity.
Check marked and logged for clarity.
Drowning from the lack of that relief.
Constant collection
Of moments left in obsolescence
When time has escaped me.
Once,
My voice.
Twice,
My actions.
And again three times unfocused
And ashamed of whomever I have not become.
This image of perfection that I left unattained.
Gone.
Unchained in my dreams
yet left gasping for reality’s song,
substance and form.
Irresponsible choice to not choose.
Let loose this ghost for acceptance.
For once tell me something I cannot bear;
some truth undeniable that tears
at me from this hollow
so deeply that its bliss scares me into Life.
Succumbing to surrender
and revelations of this infinite presence
unfolding forever into versions of myself
so familiar that I remember who I’ve been.
And weep that this whole time
I denied you.
Screamed “NO!!!”
When you were smiling and
holding the universe before me asking,
“Life? What are you doing? What can you do?
If anything, what will you do?
What point is being made? What questions being asked?
Found within this space always answered
and begging, demanding to be repeated; Understood and never ending.”
All at once I ask-ed myself through you
when I begin beginning to realize that You and I...
Am. Have, ARE, and Always will Be...
Thissss, thisssssah,
Moment lost in conspicuous brilliance.
Vibrating so “on high”
that most of our life is spent
and drained away believing we are less.
That we don’t deserve this one promise.
This one gift it has been givin.
This collective connection
taken for granted in the quest outside ourselves.
I AM the shelves built to hold me,
the still voice that told me
this was meant to mold the
absence of no-thing
from the cast shaped for ALL.
If only I can believe this shared experience means something.
To call forth my forgotten voice
without being attached to the illusion
that I can begin to see past this veil of infinity.
To the end.
This highest form of divinity.
This chest locked, yet it rests within me.
Waiting patiently to be
Re-discovered.
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