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First Breath After Death
I used to live, within a dream a small cog in the consumer machine materialism dazzled, with an intriguing gleam I wanted so much, I nearly burst at the seam. Then I awakened a voice inside which promised to take me on a much greater ride I wasn't sad....when the old me, he died It was with joy not sorrow, I sat there and cried. A second chance, I'm born again alleviation of all of that pain I've been cleansed, by a conscious rain which opened the Pineal bit of brain. I felt alive, but I acted dead I took little notice of anything said, Now, I find my own truths instead spoken by a voice inside my own head. The transition was mightily fast 27years changed, after one night had passed I never knew I was only flying at half mast thinkin' I was winnin' but really comin' last! But truth's not heard if you walk with the herd can't fly freely, or soar like a bird if you believe, every single damn word. The message which now flows through me is filled with a positive and sacred Divinity. I swam the sea of despair, as if it wasn't even there I crossed the abyss of wisdom, on a shaky rope bridge I sipped from the fountain of knowledge and I drank it dry, I now feel really high why don't you give it a try? Kiss that old life goodbye, Life's so much better, after you die!! A poem by John-Ovan.P.Hull to be entered in the Coming of Age poetry contest. ©John-Ovan.P.Hull
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