October 28, 2009

  • Deyja of the omens

    ©K.R.N©

    eye trust the mirror that is the water as it reveals to eye

    into the wind's winding limbs

    as elder oaks dance

    at the joy of a clapping new born

    touching the spark of the first

    of many circle

    as the hour glass lets go

    a grain free falling waiting

    for the rest to follow

    white rivers of clouds

    days of wonder and joy

    as part of eye smiles

    at getting older

    watching

    another

    play

    without

    reserve

    for anything else

    bubble of reality known

    as their whole circle

    eye wish with all my heart

    they hold onto that feeling forever

    till the day they give and travel

    to visit their crazy uncle that is eye

    who by then will have moved behind

    the wide gates of the roaring silence

    *

    it is rather hard for me to express anything other then joy

    when it comes to thinking about the muse in my life

    she is after all the only light which burns without fuel

    the fuel being a piece of myself in return.......

    eye give her nothing but myself

    as it is... without any additives

    as organic as one can be

    is what we sip

    from each other

    even with

    everyone

    else in the world

    smiling and waving

    at me each morning

    eye feel nothing

    but if she

    leaves

    a message

    with just a smiley face

    and it will turn my whole day around

    *

    can one give their life to someone else

    without giving up themselves eye wonder

    *

    eye have talked about magic

    the universe to the uni-verse

    from the fire that burns

    to the bitterness of winters bite

    to the pale frame of my youth

    yet eye have yet

    too in my ten year search

    to piece together the book

    that elusive book

    yet its funny eye know

    my first book will be

    the one eye want to publish

    but it will be my second book

    that will sea the light of day

    how do I know this

    fore it is the price

    eye pay for having

    such a typical

    sound

    I sound like any

    dreaming wandering

    20 something year old

    who will not face

    truth in that

    maybe

    destiny

    will not be knocking

    any time soon

    fore the calling

    that is to be the ethos

    of my life should be

    found when it is

    found right

    to plant

    meanings

    is something

    fore the mad

    fore life is

    never fully

    in ones

    control

    only

    our

    motions

    to emotions

    called reactions

    *

Comments (1)

  • The first line is classic:

    eye trust the mirror that is the water as it reveals to eye

    The second line truly a dance:

    into the wind's winding limbsas elder oaks dance

    And it all follows through from beginning to end.

    Peace~

    PS) I can't ever get the HTML thing to work right

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