Allegory Poems (898)

I never understood the kind of magnetic field I hold within me
Our field … it’s like a magnetic field, somehow we attract some things, many things for and form different reasons, but what can hold us ???
What choices have I made long time ago ?
How that reflects on me now, on my surroundings ?
You were right my friend, I know, I admit it
We cannot live as one without the surroundings
The question is, how to understand the field around it self
To understand the things that stack to it
Is it weakness ? Or are the paths chosen in some other time and space
Somehow in same strange way I understand the connection with something
With the animal standing in front of my door long time ago
Than I was scared of it, the veins and the look
I never let the animal in the house
I made the right choice seventeen years ago and that thing now makes sense
All this space, is it all serendipity?
I don’t think so.
I’ve been searching for answers for years and they come so, so suddenly
I’ve got the answer to one question now, what about the other questions ????
Why am I here ? What’s the purpose of this old soul, old but so full of life, so full of joy, laughter
Why the need to write ? Why do we meet people in some way , why do we get a direction when we at least expect ??
The silence of the night, the birds out side, this peace I feel in … I write to you my Creator …
Why do I feel this peace now and trembling of what does waits me more, what choices have I made than … have I ended one circle ???
I think I have, I feel I have done that
And now … new path
This is what I am, no need to change just to learn till we reach the goal

When you find yourself lost in a crowd where seems like you don’t belong, you are simply different like water somehow, just different. The crowd wants to make you as them, but you cannot, simply that isn’t you.
So we fight our wars each in our world but connected in some way. Many memories, many stories, many lifes separated with walls.
As the crowd fought to change the water , that crazy thing stayed as firm as the ice on a ground. Why that change she always asked and no one had the answer , no one …
Slavery to principals, slavery to solid ground, slavery to reality long lost and buried, to much slavery.
Time to change, each one of us has some carma, the water changes, adapts to circumstances and brakes them if needed like ice does it.
The crowd and the water cannot ever understand each other like they talk on different languages or better said in different worlds with rules not acceptable for everyone at least not for the water. Now I understand the friend as he spoke of not understanding each other, God knows that wasn't understanding.
Grow in side, leap in side, fly inside, never let yourself down, make the choices no matter how hard, choice has to be made.
Write you wild as they call you, write as the wind goes over as the time passes, grow more wilder, grow inside and brake the rules that you haven’t made, never accept nothing except God and the light.
The water, the child of the light, of love, of harmony make the way free to reach peace, understanding, let your smile glow :)
You did it many times you can do it again.

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How does one praise the glories
of life?
What gifts could I bring to the
alter of understanding?
Though my years are many am I still
not childlike in my quest for wisdom?
O yes, I remember my days well upon
this earth
As a child I played in a sandbox as have
multitudes and never gave a thought to
the majesty of the heavens
But my eyes were clear and blue and my
mothers milk was the ocean of life
I knew nothing of bullets and of fire
and war
I only knew myself and the unspoken truth
of divine knowledge came in a warm blanket
wrapped around my tender frame
But the days would come when the sting
of some hellish intruder would produce
a thorn in my heart
My toys I must set aside for a new knowledge
of bruises that would not heal
Thorns whose blood born in a river of hate
must give me pause to think
Infant eyes that saw only cotton candy and
christmas trees were now reading the words
of the old philosophers
But I wanna go home to the warm
Wanna fall into heavens sleep
For I have not found all that the
mind had promised
I have observed the mathematicians with
their slide rules and pencils and yet
their equations though ever so precise
had left their hearts cold and behold they
had lost their home in the midst of some
souless spirit of life
Then knowledge was just another one of my
broken toys and did I not fair just as well
when in my pristine ignorance I swung starry
eyed on my swing sucking my thumb?
I wanna go home where life is life and I
don't have to think anymore
I wanna know without knowing
That is the world of true love
Away with knowledge..

Mask


They are worn
as a disguise or
to hide

To hide from the past
the shame that remains
the monster inside
the lies

To disguise
the pain that never
well change

I bid you not perish
in the dust
Because I love you I've entertained
your mind with things lovely
I've wrapped time and space around
your delicate affections and protected
you from dark matter
Energy is the key and the sustaining force
within your flickering consciousness
You are saved by the sounds of truth because
'wisdom is justified by all her children.. '
Sleep not.. fall not into mindless blackout
A great city will appear and we shall feast
in the city of light

It has been a good day
Now to retire to bed
Engage that mysterious state
Sleep that little taste of death
As night makes the city
A temporary morgue
For wandering souls
Some will not awake,alas
The rest refreshed restored
Resume life once more
There is comfort in routine
But it also numbs the mind
Without being curious
And to search for Truth
We are like the machines
Which have us in their thrall

You and me against the world...

The game called life there is a door

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