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Jay Leblanc Poem
Ask fate does the moon shift
As the oceans drift apart
With no moon in this sea of dark
Visions slowly sank
My dead eyes staring blank
While i stay idle
Forming an illusion of an isle
Struggling to find consciousness growing weary
Long thoughts in my head I hold dearly
Chained as I am to body, soul and mind
Barely scraching the surface with nothing to find
There is not a line pourtraying a goal
As I live peacefully with my soul
My last drop of satisfied life that once ran rampant
Drips to the sea of lost souls to be tampered
Twisted and sore my vessel that I lore
My soul began to soar higher then ever before
Copyright © Jay Leblanc | Year Posted 2012
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Jay Leblanc Poem
Roaming around lonesome with no friend to speak
My days have reached there peak
I can and only think
To express this missing lost trink
With destanys that have not been seen
From the likes of any beings
I cease to exist now with altered perception
indefinitely striving measuring up a certain perfection
My etheric body which does not have a physical form
Is on a path that cannot be walked upon
This cannot be seen, heard or felt
But can only be reached by knowing ones self
Copyright © Jay Leblanc | Year Posted 2012
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Jay Leblanc Poem
Embarking this journey through the night
I stand here, a shadow to hide in
The want to watch, unveiling yourself to no one
Imagination swirling, unraveling desires turning
There's no stop to this spreading attraction
Now cornered but once insurmountable,
I face consequence and am held accountable
Widespread fear beyond comprehension
Everlasting shadow dwelling demons chanting in tongue
speaking as if they were one
I hold my own as I take a breath
Spiraling into this deep dark depth
Outside forces with celestial courses
Awaiting further orders from false prophets
Unknown to us war will continue to cast shadows
The slipping sands with their empty hands continue there path with the wind
For that morning calming mist hovers round
Prevailing to set the ground
Stand still, I awake unconsciously
Grains of stardust in my hand
Stretching far beyond man
And remembering a mere broken verse
Envy, vain, lust, a must
Words of ruthless rulers that have come before us
Copyright © Jay Leblanc | Year Posted 2012
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