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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I’m a man of many theories based on life and death alone, With my human head buried intrinsically in the ground, A limited lack of imagination stymied by reason I’ve found. If I’m to find real answers must think outside the box, Not be influenced by gravity or limited by speed of light, Have to negotiate laterally ignore what’s in plain sight. Completely revisit history, by traveling sideways in time, Lose the shackles of sanity rid the straitjacket that’s life, Take god by the hand walk on water, ask him what is choice. Deduction simply not working Going forward leads to death, Eyes are merely for vision blind spots behind my head, Is this a nervous breakdown No! but skin is being shed. Free will comes in many forms mine’s embedded in truth, Which in turn’s surrounded by doubt, caught in a web of lies, Each time I peel back a lair another one seems to arise, My task appears impossible and that’s probably true for you, But this is my world remember in here I can bend the rules, No need for toxic parameters also free from fossilized fuel. I’m talking about spirituality not religion or naked science, Bringing the poles together incompatible basic ideals, Find harmony in translation communion that actually heals. I sit alone atop my mountain leave torment down below, Take deep breaths of fresh air purge anguish from my soul, Fall into a trance of reclusion Quasi seance of self-control. I’ve transcended into nirvana shrouded inside cirrus clouds, A veil of silence surrounds me Karma’s a relic of the past, Not a life or death situation at one with the cosmos at last, Gone is delusion Gone is the lie Gone is persuasion Gone is the urge to die I want for zilch and live for all in a heaven without any gods, No need for tears or laughter blinded by bliss so bright, That’s it yes, I’ve found myself within the infinite cycle of life. By David Kavanagh
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