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VxPoem ID: 23217
Category:
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Posted: July 23rd. 2006 8:12:17 PM
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world tree
by dreamer
Age Group: Adult
Suspended in time my emotions cry for release. Crucified apon the world tree here i lie pondering my pridicement. What sick little puppets are humanity, sick little puppets danceing apon a sick little stage. And at what point will the curtain close. What is this remorse i have begun to feel, imprisoned for my crimes against the cosmos, for actions i had not yet even finished comtimplated. Had i even wieghed my options in a rational manner. Or was that the purpose , a way out. I had to expose the true nature of my being before what little was left of my humanity was lost forever. So how then will i finish my little play? What will my final scene be in the grand production of life.Or do i have any signifigence whatsoever?I must rip free of the nails that bind me here in this place, in this reality i have so readily woven around my tortured being, however painfull it is. It is a necisity to feal the pain. Then and only then can i acsend or travel to another plane, perhaps one with less threads of deminsia than the present reality i abide in. The gods can only pray and give me guidence , and hope that i do not again decend to the depths of my forgotten and unwanted former being.
Hell is no longer a conception in my mind.It is now nothing more than a construct of my former self .Once i knew no other reality. No other way to shape the world around me. Only dark roads were traveld on iron shod feet.I find it hard to imagine the concepts of serinity. I tire of the hatred in the world my tears could fill rivers to the brim from there rocky dry bottoms.And yet the pain in my heart brought like torrents of rain from the sky simply will not dwindle. Now at least another road lie ahead, now at least another reality lay before me. And for the first time in what seems like eons i have the tools to grasp it. And the eyes to see how beautiful the light shines before me, and how it warms the soul.To heal and not harbour hate. To listen and not cover wisdom with ignorence. To finally apreciate the humility it took me so long just to except let alone to understand. Hell is in the hearts of man as is evil and mallice, . Thank the word and thank its voice that now they are memories. Thank the god and goddess i learned. And slowly now i learn another way......
Author's Location: placitas, New Mexico
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