Friday, June 10, 2011

House of Mystery

God clocks spun in the minds of men
Pierced Passion that designed the pen
Okay Go So the Eye Begins
Un-sewn Cloth, Design the Hems
Ahead of the curve
Silver Suit Steed Sat
All within this house of mystery



 With a willful work & a sharpened lance
Unearthly universal energy
My being, the being
All things give rise and take
It's taste, silently blissful
 Foolish and nondescript
To die for...
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2 comments:

  1. AnonymousJune 13, 2011 at 2:05 AM

    Wow poem and picture both epic

    tho rather than die for that universal energy
    a voice whispers "Live to be encompassed by it instead"
    my heart answers back as the voice of my being
    in a whisper that could drown out a supersonic jet
    "I WILL"

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  2. WiseFool10June 14, 2011 at 12:01 AM

    "LIVE FOR IT" I love that, it gives a different feel and feed into your actions, confident that they are backed by the whole. Inspirational comment, thanks G high flying.

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