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Cameron Byrd Nov 2011
A blind man in heaven lost in paradise.
He hears the sound of angel wings, he longs to fly, why can’t he see the sky.
A man trapped in darkness, can he escape and find the light.
He hears the river of life but can’t find the stream.
He feels the rain on his soul, but couldn’t see the rain rainbow.
Surrounded by miracles,yet his vision was cursed.
Encopmassed by beauty yet lost in fear is heaven a nightmare?
He falls to his knees and pleas open my eyes, so that I mite find the light.
Heaven became silent so that the voice was heard, open your eyes to see the world, look into your spirit to see what’s lyes within.
He open his third eye.
He gazes upon paradise for the first time and ask why… Look into yourself to see the light, paradise is found when you look from within. Camod
The voice is God... Your 3rd eye is your souls eye
Cameron Byrd Nov 2011
Majestic sounds that come from over the valley, tears of angels that fall like rain. A breath of life that flows through the meadows giving luck to four leaf clovers. The cloud that floats from our minds to the air, the whisper of winter across the snow. The freezing the touch of winters soul. The fiery touch of summer’s spirit that warms us all. The colorful leaves that fall like feathers. The leafs of autumn that splash like ripples. The smile of a child that gives joy to us all, the happiness of spring that blooms hope for us all. Camod
Cameron Byrd Sep 2011
One time i once cried will bird a ever fly  can a shadow feel the light  sleepless i think at night  once upon a time it was alright  but love is blind  i gueses it dosent see me tonight  a life is a miracle  but a death is so tragic  to these eyes  life is a curse  death is a blessing  wheres the reaper  to end my weeping silents fils the air  loves gone from here the dark is so consuming   the the light is dooming   my mind is a tomb  only death can presume  i was dead  when i came out the womb  my mind is shattered  my life is fallen  soul is tortured  spirit split in pieces  a dark war of mind pain is the only thing i can conceive  whats the reason to believe when nothing is what it seems - Camod
I'm not a "dark" poet when i wrote this i was in a good mood but inspired by a sad melody here  the link http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lx3loDUJz0Y

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