"mynd" poems
lokt dikshuneri
kipin eet, kees laustt
diss iys hardd
lokt mynd
kent tingk
wer diyd mye
spelink en mynd gaw?
awt da weendoe
nid napp baad
Sep 8, 2011
Sep 8, 2011 at 5:04 PM UTC
In the beginning was the One, or was it None? One and the same and a part of the game. I saw past the Veil one day, through a blaze of infernal eternity that reflected every part of me, and it was beautiful, horrible, terrible to see but sublime to be at one time in a rhyme that couldn't quite catch, I snatched it back from the brink of abyssal void, a ploy to endeavour the ever changing rearranging pieces of mynd whych catch the triple meanings only seeming to be something other than real.
I know the code. Knock the pattern and enter.
...into the Center which is all and everywhere, I cannot share that which has no explanation in this limited expression of labels and words, it's absurd to think one could find or place infinity within a word. A definition is a limitation, a simple observation of that which has passed, a method of communication and nothing more.
Vibrate the word, then, and let the power seep through the intonation. That which has gone before shall come again, and paradox notwithstanding the opposite shall be true.
Assimilate that.
Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 4:56 PM UTC
All the things left behind
All these crumpled memories
They still remain in mynd
I am lost inside of me
Glimpse inside of mynd
And you will find
Stubborn thoughts
With no beginning
I am lost inside of me, you see
Searching for my identity
My map is torn and I've broken the key
But still I search for me
Glimpse inside of mynd
And you will see
Broken pieces in search of
Me
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 6:48 AM UTC