Every morning when I wake,
I cannot wait to see it rise,
Just to catch a glimpse of what's
reflected,
From within your eyes ...
As I stand to feel the warmth,
I somehow hear you in a breeze,
Talking to me through the flowers that are
towered by the trees...
So I take the deepest breath and try,
To hold you deep within,
While I pray to keep the best inside,
But worse back to the wind...
It's your pulse I feel so turbulent,
And your tears within the rain,
That preceed a storm the world is meant,
Not to answer or explain...
Even half a world away,
Our souls conspire to connect,
As we glide upon the wings,
Within the butterfly effect...
Manoeuvring through purplish cerulean azure
'Til she touched the empyrean Zion
Perching above the whinstone during cockcrow
Possessing allured ala line with grandiosity and passion
Dressed like a virgin woman from ABOVE
Divine messenger? A cherub?
" NO " - An Orphic pixie
Cradling the scintillation with her left mitt
Intent - coveting for self-innovation
Reflection seems so distant from blithe and poise
Apathy, twinges of regrets and pieces of sorrow - echoed
Yeah - mystic frolicsome otherworldly wight
Wishing to be a human
- Not a perfect being but changes must be done
Fairy be a woman...
Scouring for eccentric discrepant realm
Where mistakes are the supreme pedagogue
And where perfection is " out of the question "
Where warmth and adulation is a must
And where ceding and relinquishing is a Crime
Where creeds and dogmas is Supernal
And where gluttony and lust is Buncombes
Where food and water is an exigency
And where world is ruled by CROCODILES...
" two worlds so different ...yet a fairy wants to glide over the world of HUMANS "
The waves consume our feet,
As we feel,
Perfume of the sand
The moon make smirks look like smiles.
As it shines down on our faces.
Night makes things more fictional,
Like were writing our own story.
And when you have nothing to lose,
Anything is now possible.
We will eventually lose our way.
From our dreams,
Fantasies,
Reality.
But when you go to another world life seems more reasonable.
Love is more likely.
And the hollowest of hearts are always filled.
I seem to lose myself a lot.
In the new found world of mine.
I think I might go back later.
This time I'm not going to share.
the world is made up in trial and error,death and horror
compassion and love.depression lives within us,
sadness takes tolls in peoples lives.
they say there's only one life to live.is there or is it
just a fantasy.
is this world we live in a fantasy,its like insanity meets hell
the world is made of wars and and sickness
will peace ever be made,treaty's are made..will north and south
korea make a mends with each other.
or will this war will go on forever.
this life will end one way or another...lets just live it the best that we can
Imagine
the world
swept clean
of life
sent back in time
when it was silent
and empty
Imagine
not being alive
not existing
at all
Because your parents
were never born
and your grandparents were
never born and
on and on and on
Imagine
how blank
everything
would be
how different
the world would be
if nobody ever
inhabited it
The air would be clean
but nobody would be there
to enjoy it
There would be no pollution or noise
because nobody would be there
to cause it
The world would just
continue meandering
about the sun
while we were
in the land of the nonexistent
Just imagine...
The last few weeks my heads been spinning
Am I kidding myself or could I be winning
I feel her when she's close to me
She makes me wild then sets me free
Not really sure what to make of it
When in the same world we really don't fit
Yet for awhile the rest of the world just isn't there
It's our time to simply let go and share
The light is dim and no one else is around
Our bodies entwined is how we'll be found
But my friends as real as this may all seem
In my mind it's nothing but a dream!
An Uncle Charlie Original
© 2011 unclecharlie
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It's the world that breaks apart from all else.
Happiness has yet to be and invention,
New to anything and everything but itself.
Filled with fresh soil and old collection,
Of ideas passed around throughout ages.
Although never on this ever-so-new land.
Invention starts here in ice, stone cages.
Holding back and chewing at the hand.
Of one man lost in thought for more.
Love does not linger in the air, yet.
The need for survival is the very core.
Even in stone nothing has been set.
It's a world that breaks apart from all else,
Ice trapping thought that no one has yet felt.
I had a dream that wasn't a dream.
Being but a child, who could discern what's what?
The clever illusions of false truth snicker at my struggle to comprehend even today.
Looking into my past I see what I do not know.
Waking up in the late nights to the surreal world of magic as a child was but a dream?
How do I recall what it felt like to reach my small hands forth into the night,
To touch the beauties of a world I most certainly created?
As life so cruelly plays out, nothing is what it seems.
I feel the happiness of the magic that embraced me,
And I feel the darkness of the unknown lurking, ready to strike out in my vulnerable mind.
For where there is purity, there is most certainly evil.
Born innocent, a child is introduced to the evils of the world through nightmares.
They wade in the the sea of creativity, staining the water black,
They overrule with their triumph in victorious waves of murky fear, the shivers down your
spine.
And they send those who were once happy down a waterfall into perpetual darkness.
As I lay here, in the grass
watching the stars, wondering who else will pass
under these stars this very night
the sun, so very bright,
comes over the horizon, orange and yellow,
as I wonder about my fellow
humans, wandering around this earth without purpose, about death and destruction,
about man, and his function,
in this world of misery and woe
as man is his only foe,
started with clubs, and it ends with a gun
while man kills his own, he kills all the fun
of living
of loving
of breathing
of thinking
of life
some with a gun, some with a knife,
my only wish for this world,
is to be with that special girl,
if the world were to fall to chaos,
for all the flaws
that man himself has...
I can't believe I thought of all that while laying here, in the grass
Ah, Jake, my words give fancy
to inquire if thou dost agree,
that the sum of poets
in the humore of worlds
give glint to the eye of thee
'Tis true,
'all the world is a stage'
that you have with deft implied,
If all the world were humorists
we would smile with none denied
Ah, Jake, with that smile and glint,
What kind of humore are you reading?
LOL
I stumbled upon a Genie's glass
Along the shore, it glittered bright
It caught my eye, I dug the sand
And held this magic in my hand
I rubbed it clean, to my delight
The Genie spoke and granted me
Such golden wishes, not two...but three
Offering wealth, or fame or riches grand
But within the power given me
I'd choose to break free from my shell
Where childhood imagination would not fail
And if the sky were clear enough
And the water still enough
Then, that is where wish two begins...
If I could step right out of my skin
To sometimes be old....or young again
Then I could see the world outside
Through someone's older or younger eyes
And understand a different sky
The last wish that has been granted me
Would be to erase all negativity
To see the world a peaceful place
Like looking through the Genie's glass
Where skies are free from war and gain
And rain or sun comes free of pain
These would be wishes I would ask
If I were to find the Genie's glass
Away in my distant world in the sky.
Drifting away without a goodbye.
I remember a bit from my adventures up there.
I wish those triumphs were more clear.
As my eyelids drop closed at the end of the night.
As I flick the switch on that very last light.
Up to a world where I'm truly at rest.
To my special place where I never am stressed.
Friends I visit all in one dream.
The memories of them sound crazy it seems.
Wake with a sigh knowing it is all done.
Oh, I wish my real life was that fun!
Mind plays itself shuffling with words thereby -
Imaginations are much creative, justifying realistic;
Heart often cries - instead tears falling from sky
A smile often brings the daylight, justifying happiness naturalistic.
She plays by his garden of roses and dances along with the jonquils -
Her voice! Is often likened along with the birds sung…
Yet when she abhors his feelings -
He often resembles with the world of iniquities
Along with the bright sky that provoked darkness.
He then makes a life out of grief
And thinks as the earth is no more as it is –
He imagines the birds to fly with him
And the clouds to give shelter –
He imagines the rain to pour with tears
And the blue roses to bosom in winter –
He imagines the ocean not so vast
And swim with the world within it –
He imagines the mountains not so high
And climbs along desperately to his last breath.
He then faces a journey that’s seen differently
People around him but he expects himself to be lonely –
He then counts the number of days with no more distress
And writes down everything with all oneiric images.
In the night, the world is silent
Joyous dreams fill our sleep
Nothing worldly can touch us
Invincibility is our cloak
My best ideas born of sleep
My dream world is my canvas
On which I record my ideas
And bring to life
What could not be done
In the world that holds me
But cannot keep me in sleep
Dreams are masterpieces
To neglect them
Would be a crime
There's a window to this soul that's not always near..
Sometimes the shade is pulled down and the vision
is not so clear...
Other days its a wide open show for the world to pick
apart my style..
Once in a while the blinds open slow for me to reach
out and touch for miles...
Late at night with the curtains drawn I can write in my
own world with no sight...
Early mornings with the sun so bright , I watch from my
window as the birds start their flight..
Sometimes a clear view through a window is not the picture
we see...
There is a whole other world behind these eyes , just take
a closer look at me...
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