I no longer would like this to be contributed to the e-book, or the nexus.
mydriasis said:Here's a poem about my first breakthrough experience with spice. I have posted this on other boards, so no this isn't plagerized(s.p.).
Devout Meaning of Travel
Sun shine, star light,
Open the gate tonight,
A Breathe for fear,
and a breathe for hope.
A dream to steer,
and a dream to cope.
A panorama,
raw energy,
A paradox,
origin of nothingness.
but it's Three, Two,
1,
Blast off.
Pieces of tin and copper,
tearing me apart.
Refracting the seascape,
this is where it starts.
The bay of paradise,
in the beggers harbor.
A meaning so concise,
it could only bring demise.
And when I die,
so does my time.
But here I am,
to traverse the possibilities.
Possibilities of an infinite infinity,
Possibilities of this divine catastrophe.
But here I am to dwell,
to dwell on my possibilities.
The onyx eclipses swell,
with all of the amenities.
On the inside,
shedding skin,
infinite layers to this onion,
But the peeling still began.
An Eye shut,
Can not see.
An Open mind,
Can always be.
Destroying the halls of hollow,
through an act of,
mesmerizing geometry,
words I can not follow.
Slices in ornate marble,
Onyx water,
Milky Sky,
both liquid,
both can fly.
magnified,
through a prism of light.
Magnified,
with all of her might.
Magnified,
by the demiurges parable.
Here,
I am inside of you,
There,
you are inside of me.
White,
free to be,
Black,
I am back.
I am back.
My darling.
Where are you?
A watch with one arm,
can not be two.
Where are you?
Hope you all enjoyed reading as much as I did writing!