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finding light in the dark
passoetry

today, in the dark,
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my eyes could now see
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the monsters and demons
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all staring at me
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they whispered and pointed
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nodded and laughed
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making me scared
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without mom and dad
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they grabbed and they pulled
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stabbed and they pushed
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thinking they'd win
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leaving me hushed
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but those monsters and demons
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they will not stop me
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because the darkness inside
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isn't conquering me
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16 Apr 13

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 — passoetry

-- gotta' kick at the darkness, 'til it bleeds daylight -- Bruce Cockburn's "Lovers in a Dangerous Time" -- https://w ww.facebook.com/officialbrucecockburn
http://goo.gl/MPKew

homo-luminous the fallen-one
... and if these 'Sun King' allegories are correct, if that is what we're all transforming into, then by logical consequence the Planet itself would also become luminous, which would make it no different from the Stars... naturally, from Stars we come to Stars we shall return, Look up, Dream up, Love Up, Burn; the rapture...

nevertheless the epiphanator,
the Poet is a burnt-ember constantly remembering fire ... a wounded-feeler, wrong-headed in the write direction

"The wound is the place where the Light enters you." - Rumi
‎"There's a crack, a crack in everything.
That's how the light gets in..." -- Leonard Cohen
 — AlchemiA

A 'Friend' ought to be your best-enemy, one that tasks you to become whom you ought to be, one that batters the head and pierces the heart, one that cracks you open so the light gets in ...

my goal is to have all of my poetry-friends show me, in their many reflecting metaphors, what love-looks-like when seen through their crystal-eye'd perception ...


it's such a joy when they crack me up

face-palm
 — AlchemiA

ok passoetry, you've come through but I don't feelya' -- it's not in my face-fear instinct and 'sense' -- which sense is your context in, it begins and ends in Sin, so ya' gotta' kick at the darkness 'til it bleeds daylight... where;s the conflict, the fight?
 — AlchemiA

yes, being a ЯOЯЯIM:MIRROR means that you can get cracked and make many reflections ...
 — AlchemiA

meme-makers, whirl'd wide reflections, these Zeitgeist-readers, who'er soothin' out a sapient-line, makin' metaphorical water-into-wine, rollin' their body-of-cycles into another epiphany-swell, under-understanding whether heaven or 'oh-well', doin' it in a rhythm that shows but never tells, this homo-luminous turning at the edge of this whirl'd, where the wave meets the sandy-shore, rolling-o'er, then turning invertendo back for some more ...
 — AlchemiA

where the next wave of creation washes whitewater into a distant shore of no more
 — AlchemiA

*´¨)
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(¸.•´ (¸.•` ¤ the whirl'd turned inside of you, around, about, as whirls do, and when a sigh escaped, you passed, alas, from ecstasy into the crash...¤•"*~♥~♥~
 — AlchemiA

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