A great glowing marble, hovering, covering stuttering masses
Which passes the time with the spinning and thinning
Of depth to a field of uncertian disaster that faster and faster
May dim and grow colder until.
Once to the marble I said so, or fled so amazingly fast
That the moments which passed were digging while rigging
A trap for the mind so disturbingly kind that deeper and deeper
I fell through the vastness so still.
And further in space I reclined, which defined all the words
So absurd that it pained me to speak so I lie and I try
To relinquish a thought, whether ready or not to present and resent
Something meaningful this void will fill.
Yet the rumble of emotion ebbs and flows as such the ocean,
From a wicked sort of potion, created solely by the notion
That perfection is reachable
And happiness is teachable
Or instinct is impeachable
But it never seems so feasable,
That the constant here is ascertained
By giving love and taking pain,
As the marble spins so endlessly
So will you and then you'll see
In perfect world the only word is be,
So be yourself for me.
posted by panda6 at 3:04:00 PM
Distant hills, a narrow winding road, growing older, getting colder
Or so they told her
Grass blows in the wind, words fall to the dirt, lost in silence, fed by violence
A six and seventh sense
Speaking, or words are leaking
A most troublesome day
Then a silent evening
To be believing what's been receiving
What you hear is finally leaving
The ocean breaks a length of time, rips a whole and falls inside
She was there when the universe died
Dripping into nothingness, and nothingness is nothing less
Than what it had been
Looping back while looking in
She lets them see her limitless grin
And the world begins to spin
Leaking, her voice is speaking
A most interesting time
Then a silent evening
To be receiving those who are leaving
If she stops believeing
posted by panda6 at 4:15:00 PM
Possibly confusing
And certainly losing
A certain connection,
Or twisted reflection,
Of an image I see
When I close my eyes,
Mixing truth with loving lies
Of something that tries
To touch us inside
And hold you in
But take a peek
For what we seek
Is here in this pond
posted by panda6 at 3:06:00 PM
A calm reminder of the pain
Your gentle gunshot tears a vein
As blood drains slowly, all I have
Is rolling blindly down the path
Sweetly poisoned, tainted with
A longful stare, but only if
I had known what you would do
Then I could never speak to you
posted by panda6 at 1:32:00 PM
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