surrounded by images of what used to be
Past doors marked with words and images that mean everything
Past doors marked with words and images that mean nothing
Past doors unmarked and unopened - now locked
I pause at the end of the hall near a relfecting pool
I look in and find empty eyes looking back
A smile crawls across the face as ripples spread
How can you tell if a watery reflection cries?
The room shakes and the walls crack
Doors fall off their hinges, releasing what was within
The past, present, future, and never-to-be all mingle
Loves and lives lost and imagined struggle for control
Silence descends
All memories leave
All dreams die
I'm alone again
I go into a room and close the door behind me
2 comments:
That's a nice one.
So is this one... ;-)
“Late Night Vision”
November 24, 1995 11:06pm
The sun broke through the stream
the little beings woke....
They were called the Ja'keem
and of J'kan they always spoke.
He was the one
the story goes
the one
who from the weed bottom arose!
They all sat on the stream floor
and clung to weeds to survive against the current
this was their life...
this was their way....
J'kan was a visionary
or so some thought
J'kan was a madman
or so some thought
J'kan was an individual
this they all knew...
One day, J'kan called to the others
"Come! We must release our weeds!
The current is not our enemy but our friend!
It can carry us to lands not seen
to meet friends we know not yet..."
"Fool!" they cried
"The last who let go...he died!"
J'kan scoffed at them and released his weed
the current tossed and threw the little J'keem
tossed and threw him against a rock...
"We told you!" they said
"We warned you!" they cried
"The last to try...he died!"
J'kan looked at them all and sighed
"It is your souls and imagination,"
he explained, "That has died..."
... Time Heals All Wounds ...
The sun broke the stream's water
the J'keem woke to another day of clinging
J'kan called out to them all -
"I have decided," he said
"to try again and if this fails then may I fall down dead!"
Some laughed
Some cried
And a few...
A very very select few...began to feel something new
a..a feeling not felt in a while..that feeling...
was called Hope....
J'kan closed his eyes
took a deep breath and sighed
and released his weed and off he flied!
Dodging by rocks!!
Dodging by a stone!!
He flew down the river like no J'keem had ever flown!
... Time Gives Hope To All ...
After journeying down the riverbed
J'kan came across an odd odd sight
that of other J'keem!
"Look!" they cried
"One who is like us..
but can fly!"
J'kan called back
"I am like you, yes
but I am not flying...
just let go! Let the current take you!"
They paid his words no heed
for surely, he was their Messiah indeed...
J'kan flew by them and on down the way
stories of their flying Messiah are still told today..
... Time Gives Way To Freedom ...
... Dare To Let Go ....
-- Jason Blanks --
wow...that's so old that it narrows the definition of anonymous - it practically makes it anonyMOUSE
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