Simple Mind

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Poem by: Massonic

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Status: Finished | Genre: Poetry | House: Booksie Classic

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Poem of survival

Submitted: November 07, 2007

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Submitted: November 07, 2007

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The hope is glowing in despair

And believing means you dare to care

The will will doubt, and fears will grow

But when you fall into darkness, don’t become forever lost

to the hell below

Slipping and Sludging and Scathing the walls

Crawled to ascend the black icy falls

But withering and dying the candle burns out

And hope is swept away to the black seas of doubt

Thrash violence against currents, until all desire is lost

And scream out in echoes with discovering the cost

Of losing the game by defining its end

As night circles ‘round you, and somber moonlights descend

Still onward and upward, must trudge through decay

Through the sult-rusted anguish, to seek a heavenly ray

Tangled, lost in darkness, holding all life in its light

Surrounded by truth’s shadows on this treacherous night

Upon a glimpse, you may grasp it, feel a warm nurturing beam

Now become it, with conception, ascend through the stream

But impure with desire, the darkness surrounds

And the sins pull you tumbling toward the edge of hell’s bounds

Now nothing matters and nothing is lost

No creation, nor destruction, until another is crossed

So build the foundation and the carry the stone

For destiny is sick and hell is your thrown

Cannot accept it, this fate, has been cheated before…

Remembered living memory, contemplation outside door

Where thoughts of paradox now form without lies

That escape is eminent, simply open yours eyes

And again see the terrified, imperfect stranger in the mirror

Reflecting chaos and hate; breeding an uncontrollable fear

That darkness shall soon harness, pulling you deep through its core,

So in this moment, I’ll implore you, you must run to his door

Language is futile, but force up a sound

For the mind needs comfort to remain loosely wound

Breathe with the angel and pull in thin air

But upon reaching true fulfillment, question his dark, glaring stare

Eyes closed, all alone, his words spill around the room

Yet even two minds cannot free you from this Tantalus doom

An uncovered a thought seeping, tightly laden with friction

Your addiction is self affliction

Release from all thoughts to hear head crack against the floor

Colors melt into darkness, mind simply cannot take anymore

But it continues, growing backward, reforming the constant puzzle that is life

That could be solved forever in this moment if you just had a knife

And uncomfortably in continuity, the darkness breathes on asking why

Why you would harm its pureness with your being, and desperately must try

To breath with the palpitation, leading colors to fight on without shame

So tell your dark angel now, life is no game

Now before you the answer stands full in its glory

Inside of a man at the doorway who’s captured a story

Questioning evolution’s sporadic white lies

And upward you are lifted into the bright ceiling skies

They spiral without mercy, without hints of remorse

Twisting through failures before mocking life’s course

Resting in a small still shallow vision of a friend

Who stands again before you to unknowing lead the world to its end

Together you stood, but now there are more

And chaos pulls you close to the Answer’s white core

Hopeless wanderers, you know we are all,

But the questions to the answers all slip through the wall

So brave on my dear man, or woman, or child

And ponder its worth, its meaning, its style

Don’t race too close, nor run from it’s breathe

And learn distinctly, for certain will life meet its death

And in the faceless face, face yourself, a memory of light

Where darkness conquers all, each and every last flight

Then hope then can die down, between the between

Where conscience has been growing, echoed, unseen

Found a quite couch sheltered from the cursed room of fear

The pet joins from nowhere, will wait with you here

And as sinking waves of torment continue deep through the night

Growls heard at each apex, so pray, and hold for daylight

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hort363

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Tue, November 13th, 2007 8:08am

This is an amazing poem. YOu convey the message beautifully with great vocabulary. I was very moved.

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Sun, June 22nd, 2008 8:49pm

Just responding to all the comments right now because I didn't even pick up the feature before. Anyway, writing this one is like a project that will never be finished.

Illithid

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Wed, July 2nd, 2008 5:00pm

I can't manage to find words to describe this.

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Wed, July 2nd, 2008 5:45pm

thanks, I think

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Fri, July 11th, 2008 8:30am

We tend to mend our own self-inflicted wound. :-(

WOW, a MASTERPIECE!!! Wonderful thoughts were beautifully expressed. I love the flow of each line and how the words rhymed in the end. A simple mind with deep thoughts. ^^

A great read! :-)

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Fri, July 11th, 2008 7:03pm

Thank you, spent a LOT of time on this one. Spent so much time it makes me just shake my head. Glad you liked it.