Sometimes to see with a poet's eye hurts mercilously
To entertain with pain
To see deeper, feel harder
Sympathise their demise without pity
Looking outside in,
Always on the outside.
To jump from atmosphere to atmosphere
Surf different emotional levels
No-one can keep up
We are locked in our own understanding
Ostracised,
cast out.
We are the strangers,We strive to fit in, be accepted
But we are like the 'Vampyre'
We live on a dimension stretched below and beyond uncertainty
There lies the key. Normality
Exempt to us.
So the few are the many
Different classes, sexes, emotional seers
Cast out by ourselves
Superficiality desecrates our 'soul'
Conjoined we are 'whole'
Fragmented. We are atoms, we are spirit.
We are Soul
We see through beauty
We look inside ugliness and deformity
We embrace it all
We search ourselves out through the minions.
we are a strange but beautiful breed
we are walkers on every plane of life
We are the angels, the devils, the wise.
Locked in by crimson skies
malleable, we drift through life
Like the sands of time we filter by
Eternal
Words are our reality
Emotion is our deliverance
Frantically fighting against time
To engage our poetry on closed minds.
We fight on.
We are a circle of light and shadow
Minds intwined becoming one
A hidden conciousness of love
We suffer for our art
So in our solitude we are accepted
Still on the outside looking in.
Oh!!!!!!!!!!!! I am stunned by the magnificence of this work!!!!
This tingles along my spine as if it were written for me alone to read.
In all things that pass before us, whether thoughts of time immemorial, or the sights of tragedy, or the heights of glorious tomorrows in celestial planes of harmony, you have found the birthpoint of what it is all about.
I have chills from the allusions. I hear the voice crying its lament of beauty, it lost soul seeking ever the divinity within.
My God Girl, you have truly outdone yourself with this!
"we are a strange but beautiful breed
we are walkers on every plane of life
We are the angels, the devils, the wise.
Locked in by crimson skies
malleable, we drift through life
Like the sands of time we filter by
Eternal"
This stands out for me. It is the truest meaning of sentience. The whole of the poem is grand beyond true description, but these words, touched my soul.
Tim
Hence we're (poets) turned inside out, which is
painful and delightful at the same time!
Peace-CJ