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It's painful when you realize there's a part of you that's incapable of existing in this reality
cold
distant
unfeeling
And yet that part feels like it must be here since he was the one born to it,
even though attempting to exist here is painful
It's even more painful when that separation from this reality connects him to so many other realities, allowing him to see and draw on infinite worlds
So much beauty
so much pain
But in all that beauty and pain is the gift of knowing that this is not the only reality,
even when others believe it to be
You can exist in all, or one
You can visit all, or one
It's hard for some of us, knowing that the other realities are out there,
knowing that if we can just get 'it' right, that we, too, could see for ourselves
It's frustrating
cold
distant
unfeeling
And yet that part feels like it must be here since he was the one born to it,
even though attempting to exist here is painful
It's even more painful when that separation from this reality connects him to so many other realities, allowing him to see and draw on infinite worlds
So much beauty
so much pain
But in all that beauty and pain is the gift of knowing that this is not the only reality,
even when others believe it to be
You can exist in all, or one
You can visit all, or one
It's hard for some of us, knowing that the other realities are out there,
knowing that if we can just get 'it' right, that we, too, could see for ourselves
It's frustrating
Literature
goddess
And the Goddess waned
into perfect resolve
Accepting light in loveliness
Across broken promises
Blind to all our lies, indiscretions
and wasted seeds
Held to us then, bound and patient
Blue, with our savior in mind.
Guilt with overtones of greed misspent
Shadowed forever caught in loneliness
a softer hue of Hell inviting us in.
Red veiled and still we digress
Every inch of Space-Time called to me
Floating in the vacuum of her Heat
Such a calm atrocity reluctantly set me free
Pierced and sinking,
stoned and praying.
Overwhelmed & thinking.
I fought wars for your image of love,
so many sacrifices and so much blood.
You drug
Literature
stars of the sea.. .
we bleed color like sidewalk chalk
giving life to shadows of blue and gray
and inside our iridescent minds
life is beautiful
we strive
to convince...to believe
that a heart can drip teardrops
of liquid sunshine and not break away
but come back with each heartbeat
as waves upon a sandy shore
then as the rain falls
washing away questions of uncertainty
hold fast
and envision the bloom of our tomorrows
for together we can make the scars into heaven
we can dance because it is free
remind me
that time will not be the keeper
Literature
Necromancer
Follow my sleek fingers to a life you know nothing of.
A life that extends it's hand to you from underneath
The moving earth.
Forge strength reborn within the passion-burning
Core of my eyes. Relinquish your thirst, re-mend
Your broken rotten skin. Breathe without taking a breath.
I am one with your kind.
Harnessing abilities requiring not the edge of a sword. Only the whimsical,
Deadly depths of a wooden stick enchanted by magical stones. Those very
Gems, shining with life-giving serum. The boding miracle
Of rebirth.
For I am a necromancer. A true friend of the undead. I can bless
With the fiercest heart, with the most cunn
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We are all alternative realities because they do coexist in us, in our dreams, our nightmares too, and there is especially what the "subconscious" creates under our eyes, in the brightness of unlimited nights...
And above all, who can assert that he is a member of a reality or to the other one! We were all subjected to more or less similar criteria of appreciation but certain agreements do not apply to all!
The past is not any more, the other one else is not, And the present languishes between life and demise; in brief, the death and the life any time are similar. We are the life of the others and the others live in our existence...
I've loved your dialogue, this perspective of what we are...
Nice job!
Friendly yours,
E.P.
And above all, who can assert that he is a member of a reality or to the other one! We were all subjected to more or less similar criteria of appreciation but certain agreements do not apply to all!
The past is not any more, the other one else is not, And the present languishes between life and demise; in brief, the death and the life any time are similar. We are the life of the others and the others live in our existence...
I've loved your dialogue, this perspective of what we are...
Nice job!
Friendly yours,
E.P.