A Poem or two

[Akashic_Librarian]

Cloud City

Cloud City soars the heavens
Its world engines keeping
the titan afloat.
It's citizens watch is uneasy reproach as
ground dwellers soar higher,
in flying machines so ungracefully swerving,
arching and climbing.
Man was not meant to fly they say
but this City was.

The clouds are so epic that it looks like
a sea of endless white.
Flowing into the horizon and beyond.
What secrets lie on the ground?
Cloud city will never know.

Spirits fly upon the bed of white as though at play
with each other.
Birds ride the thermals in search of a place to land.
But where cloud City goes there is no land.

From the weightless blanket of the no-colour white soars a shining star.
No.
A missile.
It roars to Cloud City in infinite silence
and as it hits a dream is shattered and time stands still.
Eternity passes in a finite moment.
No breath is drawn.
No sigh is given.

So ends a dream
A giant of a city falls to the ground and it's doomed citizens see the Earth.
They see the war, they see the strife.
And in their last seconds of living.
They long for the sky.

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Truth

The smile of sweet sorrow,
the fire-blazing fury of calm eyes,
the love of two enemies.
That is truth.

That look of madness in the sanest eyes,
The flightless wings, of a bird in the sky.
The joy of death,
The sorrow of birth.
...and that is truth...

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Echoes

I see your mind,
In abstract fear,
Wicked flames
of angry youth.
Unsure of the things,
you thought you knew.

Wordless thoughts,
and mindless chatter.
Intelligence is a candle
in the dark.
Consumed.
Outmatched,
Out numbered.

Silent scream,
of ten thousand men.
A vision, planted in your brain.
It Still remains.
Unheard. Unseen.

People listening
people seeing.
Echoes
Echoes of a life
once lived
now dead.

Your life.
Once lived.
Now dead.

Echoes.

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Please comment, if you want I have more lol. I wrote all of them and they are all my property. If you want to use them, you have to mention my name (Philip Nelson) and you have to link back to the thread AND to my website (philipnelson.wordpress.com) thanks

[ZHereford]

Verrrry interesting Akashic! Do I detect pessimistic optimism or optimistic pessimism?
Either way, intriguing!

[Akashic_Librarian]

Pessimistic optimism i think!

[Old Soul]

very good!!! I enjoyed reading them

[Old Soul]

My sweet child of God and Rhyme
A wonder and parable told
In seized moments of experience
And grand imaginings
Can I know your soul
and free thinking..
Who do you pray to ?
these child prayers of heaven
in your short lived truths
Always running to become
Yet you do not burden with them
In childlike wisdom you wonder
Is freedom not walked in barefeet
the shiny stone a child secret
that he might joy for the first time
and bless the Angel with song.
These deeper things of heaven for the child.
And when you giggle and stir in adult places
And fear that furrowed brow
a reflection of adult spankings and forbodings
from the Gods of adulthood
Would you bow your head and the Angel of innocense
keep you hidden from these glimpses of so called adult justice
Or she bow her head in wait of you
In this adult world where laughter appears
forbidden a curse of the aged hardened heart.
In this the Angel beckons you
Continue to walk across sharp rocks
picking up snakes and scorpions
and sleep a peaceful sleep upon your bed of faith
while you dream your forever dreams of change
Inside a fortress built from a plain cardboard box
This is your hour and song in celebration.....
But would you grow to rebel
And the Angels step back along the sidelines
cheering you in a song of encouragement
when your truths are not heard in purity and shared heart?
But misunderstood by a pretentiousnous a child has yet to identify
These adult fears of heaven passing them by
For this reason you are called to throw open heaven's gates
Inviting all without predjudice and malice
as only seen and known to the child of God and Ryme..


Listening Ear

A truth unveiled upon a listening ear
Was considered and kept in mind
Held it tight so as not to lose it
Like a gemstone one of a kind
Polished it enhancing it's value
Insured it out of respect
Had it secured in a gold setting
And wore it around the neck
Unlike the ear of a deaf man
although eyes to see it shine
Did not hear of it's value
And sold it for a lousy dime
Yet even the ear of a dumb man
Witless in his thought
Gripped it tightly in his hands
and said "hey look what I got"



The Common Man

Read me a poem by a commoner
A verse and rhyme from his soul
On a crumbled piece of paper
A humble story told
Read me a poem by a commoner
whose devils danced in ink
Yet kept his grace and composer
a real human I think
Read me a poem by a commoner
who fought and won his dispair
and purged onward
still dared to care
Read me a poem by a commoner
Who lived his life unrehearsed
idenitifed with common folk
from a smile and tear stained verse

[Leandro Leme]

Very good poems
Here some more:

XXXV

The warm breathing
Echoing
Steam whispers
Sings life
In silence.
Walking in
The cold drizzle
Gives you
Perspective.


XIII

Blessed be
Roads which leads to nowhere
And all the dark dead ends
Because these are the paths
To the vastness outside the maps.


I
The seeker found
The Noble Truths
And their sisters
Nasty Lies.
There was sex and scars
And love and highs
All over that night.
The morning came
And the seeker then
Woke up from
His dying dream.
There were just
No-truths, no-lies
Telling about
The dream of seek.

There's more in Choiceless Awareness.

[Old Soul]

oh i love that one "The Seeker" good job

[Old Soul]

We have loved beyond the Roses
the lit candles from yesterday
Sown a seed of love
and nurtured it every day
A love that taught us to listen
to read between the lines
A love that is standing up
against the test of time
A love that says I'm sorry
when a wound is made
A love soft and tender
and at times as sharp as a blade
A love that cries for the other
feels the pains as one
A love residing in the simple things
which may mean nothing to anyone
if my love speaks after i am gone
and yours would do the same
we have honored her greatly
and fanned her golden flame

for my hubby on our 25th