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VxPoem ID: 26882
Posted: February 11th. 2007 3:41:43 PM
Age Group: Adult
Awakening into the light of darkness
I understand that
forever here I have been
by that which is not myself.
I don’t know how I am different
only that I am…
A chrysalis of gold,
within the divinely sculpted beauty
of a Mountain;
A secret veil of stone
ever keeping it’s secret
that here I lay.
In my desire to know more,
A gentle slumber comes
to Caresses me into a deep sleep,
and I Suddenly slip into a dream.
As I penetrate the mists of clarity
I become aware that,
there is a place
where my dark Bastille of stone
kisses another world
I have never before seen.
I sense warm light
just beyond the mountains hem,
and long to feel it upon my face.
My thoughtful silence is broken
by sounds inching ever closer,
just beyond my dark enclosure
the volume growing,
closer yet still
raping through the earth around me,
it reeling in pain.
In a sudden final blow
a burst of light blinds me
and the darkness vanishes.
I hear voices.
“I’ve found you…Gold!!”
Dirty hands reach in
ripping me from the mountain’s flesh
freeing me from the blackness
of my existence.
Light… so warm.
I suddenly feel wanted
For this I have waited
A billion years or more.
But as I am raised up,
greedy hands show me off.
I look back to glimpse the place
from whence I’ve been taken,
to see my mountain weeping in despair.
The mountain cries out in agony
As it’s soul is ripped fourth
No!! Don’t let them take you my love!!
Only I alone can contain your loveliness!!
Your beauty will destroy them!
It will lay waste to their world!
My body is then broken
and splintered across the world.
And in my dream I am lifted into the heavens
to look down upon the earth
It’s so beautiful, so green, so faultless!
Was I inside this splendor?
As I watch my broken pieces
spread over the world,
Something terrible begins to happen.
All the trees are laid waste in a wild fury
Sawing, cutting, cracking,
slamming to the ground.
Great harpoons penetrate the earth
To release its dark blood;
Gushing fourth in great fountains,
flooding the world with madness.
Hearts of kings
by my beauty
hoarding me for themselves
as cold dark streets
spill over with broken souls
with nowhere to go.
My shards become
an invisible prison
Of commerce and commodity
and economic despair,
where, I am never enough;
pulled through humanity
into vast reservoirs from which
only the few can drink.
For the love of God
the innocencent die,
and oceans of tears drain
from the eyes
of Crying children,
with no mother to feed them
or father to love them,
for they are dead.
Hate spreads from
their tender hearts.
Beautiful water runs with poison
And on air once crisp and clear
lungs fill with mud.
How can beauty cause such desolation?
In my despair,
I can take no more
And in anguish
I cry to my beloved
Suddenly I awake
From this terrible dream,
Into the beauty of my darkness
My pieces made whole;
in bosom of my mountain
my cradle of stone and earth.
The joy of oneness
Fills my soul.
The greatness of a mountain
gives value to a little gold;
The Quantity of sameness
quality to a speck distinction.
My beloved mountain
never let me go,
ever let me be your secret,
safe in your embrace.
Never let them find me here.
Author's Location: Northgate, Washington
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