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| kungfucolin | Mar 19 2013, 07:26 AM Post #1 |
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The waves of emotion like the event horizon of a singularity inexorably draw him into the centre. Just beyond the reach of his mind, The very edge of his grasp, Lay the muddy banks of reality. Perception forced out by expectation, He loses focus on the real, succumbing to the will of oblivion. The stranger Laying in a dreamless sleep on the other side of the world. The flesh that grants form, Incubated in a chamber of toxicity Eyes unopened, hesitation. The day grows long When the light finally shines through it is not of the same sky. Mother screams out in pain Awaken. He is disfigured, but alive. She closes her eyes, and begins to dream once again. |
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| kungfucolin | Mar 19 2013, 07:53 AM Post #2 |
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The tide flows out, and claims another. His Feet finding no purchase in the soil The undertow is overpowering. But the ocean is not made of water. They call out, but he can't hear them any more. Anticipation making way for resignation, And for a time, the struggle subsides. They avert their eyes. There is no ship he can cling to, No shore he can swim to, Only the inevitable and continual pull of the ocean. And yet, he sees that he is not alone. No idea what to feel, No solid concept of what is real. Surrender. Contact. They cannot be other than what they are. Individuality is an illusion. Those far away, on the beach of normality, perceive this as tragedy. Still plugged into the matrix of discontent, Personal hopes, fears; largely irrelevant At the edge of the world. Curiosity takes over, Another wades out into the ocean of entropy, Finding Authenticity. |
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| kungfucolin | Mar 19 2013, 07:58 AM Post #3 |
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Their wings, once made of feathers Have long since been pulled clean. They stare at each other across the field, wondering when the other will yield The first step and stumble, his legs crumble. She looks, but does not see until her hands begin to bleed, and then she knows. He sees The dawn breaks and the heavens shake. how long has she been crawling? And still, the birds are calling, The sky awaits. |
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| Jukain | Mar 19 2013, 08:30 AM Post #4 |
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R.I.P. Monty Oum 1981-2015
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Is there more? I only ask because it looks like there was a pretty good delay between parts one and two. I like what's here so far, though. Is this a song? Or just poetry? I could see it both ways. |
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| kungfucolin | Mar 19 2013, 08:42 AM Post #5 |
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So far it's poetry, and I guess I could keep going if you like Maybe it's a song.I just sort of started writing. |
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| kungfucolin | Mar 19 2013, 08:58 AM Post #6 |
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He stands with his back to the wall casting a shadow in the wrong direction. Tormented by the power he perceives confused by the light that he receives The scars he bears are all he has To remind him of the past that was Oppressed by the figures of beauty, Each day a little heavier than the last. Doomed future that will repeat the past. |
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Maybe it's a song.
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