Screaming to Escape Limits

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   ahpoeticposted 15 years ago

   Wings of Flight 11/28/08 2:24PM
   
   I've got wings at will taking me swiftly aflight.
   My wings lift me above and take me beyond walls.
   These wings transport me over barriers and time.
   My wings transport me passed skin colors, different
   races, ethnic groups, languages and cultures.
   They allow me to truly touch heavens and tunnel
   below the surface of terrestrial coverings everywhere.
   But also, they can be tucked away so that my feet can
   trod the earth as I view what surrounds me.
   Imagination, acceptance, travel and knowledge are my
   virtual wings of reality to scale unimaginable and
   imaginable heights and depths to live life fully
   aware of the magnificence of God's creation.
   Wings take me anywhere I can imagine and propel daily
   to discover life in its most varied irridescent forms
   and untranscendent beauty emanating from all that lives
   that desires to display the beauty within to produce
   peace and harmony that resounds to the ends of the
   universe. Wings of flight can be everyone’s portal to
   live communely with all that breathes and thrives just
   to share this earth in love that allows all to live
   and to be.
   Do you have wings of flight to reality's freedom of life
   to display, thrive in its realness of being whatever it is?
   Are your feet chained with indifference and hate to strive
   with differences that are really exhibitions of life's
   forms, different from one to the other and more. Various
   people are an expression of life in its many innumerable
   revealations to eyes and minds that want to see and explore
   what is destined to be and thrive and to expand to explode
   with vividness and multifarious dissapation of real.
   Dive into the ocean of life and stroke with your wings and
   see and be and do and give and hope and accept and tell
   and share and receive or else you'll find out too late as
   you're cast into the unabyss of raging reality that flails
   without doing so with flames of unregret, unabated by time
   cast aside never to be realized ever as you scream and cry
   nashing and groping and bellowing out for no ears and heart
   to respond as you did also to. 11/28/08 2:31PM

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   ahpoeticposted 15 years ago

   Hallowed Moon 11/28/08 3:15PM
   
   The unscreams that horrify your mind's ears penetrate
   one's being and envelop the heart as it whooshes
   through untoward the precious life within expressed
   without are evoked by hallowed moon beams emanating
   downward and everywhere shimmering for onlookers to
   view with their wants and expectations sleeveward, but
   denied always and ever to through blinking feelings
   wavering and hidden for none to know of, yet days
   gone by have crypted the words and thoughts untold.
   As the moon dances without doing so, it unwaves and
   uncalls to every ear and eye and mind daring to
   venture a heeding at its glow and awesome sight at
   its site fathomed high above many but below something.
   Upon a clear view above cloud's reach shimmering moon
   beams hallowed by its being are.

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   ahpoeticposted 15 years ago

   Death the Vulture 5/28/04
   
                                                    Death is everywhere
                                                            prevailing
                                                       within to without,
                                                         no exceptions.
                                                   As a venomous vulture
                                                      gorging unsatisfied,
                                                    its reflection images a
                                                       beautiful woman
                                                   inspiring insatiable need
                                                   to engulf all her charms;
                                                   to devour her over again
                                                      and so much more.
                                                In the darkest, deepest abyss;
                                             on the loftiest precipice enveloped
                                                 by the searingest place, even
                                        the coldest domain won't shiver icy death!
                                                       No amount of riches,
                                                  no rank, no man or woman
                                                   mattering in age or beauty
                                                 or repulsiveness can render
                                                        death at bay to stay.
                                                         All lie slient at the ....

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