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Kaleidoscopic Vision / Rocking Yourself to Sleep

Poetry By: HVMR
Fantasy



"The world is turning; I hope it don't turn away." - Niel Young


Submitted:Jan 16, 2014    Reads: 2    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Things have changed now,

You're not here now,

It's quiet now,

The colors dance now,

The path weaves daring now,

Winds blowing now,

A painting smiles now,

Music now,

Lights now,

Suns setting now,

Leaves laughing now,

Things hum now,

Cars pass the tree now,

Roots grow deeper now,

Buildings climb higher now,

Words invisible now,

Water rippling out now,

The cool medium of a slow breath filtering, falling, now.

Cruel endless silence, always.

Now the rhythm is reversed,

Now dust floats,

Now strings search,

Now bones ache,

Now love's lost,

Now cracks in the form,

Now diamonds press,

Now pages turn,

Now it's here,

Now a heart beat,

Now nothing,

Now no one,

Now flight,

Now empty sky,

Now babies cry,

Now circles complete,

Now basements boom,

Now endless,

Now harmonious laughter,

Now doorways are portals,

Now this empty vaccum holds us all.

Always, there is hope.

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Wake up!

The world screams from your bedpost.

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'No, no' I tell her. 'You're not crazy. You're beautiful and different,'

But there is no difference anymore.

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To the fields in a Brazilian village,

The turning planet,

Beneath the feet of those making it spin,

To the core,

To doors,

To life again,

Oh, 'to do this all again,'

The waves rise,

They recede,

It's all love in her eyes,

Every love and life that will be,

That's been,

All down to the tip of this pen.

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"You see yourself in that painting?"

"No..."

"You see anyone?"

"Yes. I see the man who calls himself My Father."

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A chariot among stars,

Missed the broken bars,

Before either saw, in came the cars.

To view this awful thing from above the earth,

How we live thinking of nothing,

Deaths in each day,

Missed life in every way...

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A bird lands on a branch. We are the leaf that falls, not the bird.

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Yes, to think of each day gone by,

Dust in the bone,

Black-hole of your phone,

From ash a flower will spring,

In dreams this shall ring,

Oh, to be totally alone,

Singing the prettiest song you've ever known.

But eventually it's silent again,

The end,

My only friend,

Where it will all begin;

To crash in this cave,

To give all that you gave,

A loss we'll never stave.

Search the hearth...

Still put into Earth.

There is hope, always,

You build it up, butter it up,

Break it down, hedge the edge,

Yet down the drain everything you've ever known goes,

Goes where only God knows!

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And maybe a little something you'll get to keep,

As you sit here, crying, rocking yourself to sleep.





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