Calibration

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  • Ecdysis
  • I am the sand that pours down the hour glass awaiting to know if I'm half empty or half full, i am usurped by the power of time...

Calibration

Empty walls, for an empty house,
My soul needs calibration...
Past a door, thats been locked before,
I scream with no hesitation...

A closet full of wooden hangers,
hold my skeletons past sensation...
Pushed to the side, a treasure lies beneath,
I kneel, its locked, another complication...

I shut the door, and proceed to the kitchen,
It's quiet, empty and Hot, like my mind is in desolation.
An open fridge... showered with food and drink,
I reach only to grab nothing, it was merely a hallucination. 

Angry, and traped, I must find this key,
"It will be ok"... my heart adhears to it's own quotation...
Now in the living room, I search High and Low,
I can't find this key, so my faith bleeds and goes to dissipation...

The door opens and my bedroom appears before me,
Same as the living room, it just seemed like a stupid continuation...
I give up, slaping my hips, feeling something poke me
I reach in my pocket, a nickel, damn a false sense of consolation... 

I get on my knees, and do prayers to the ol mighty one,
I ask a question, he gave me an answer, I have no more aggravation...
I open my eyes and there's the key,
I'm joyful and amazed, that he just wants some adoration...

The answer he gave me, was that I had the key,
Laid within my heart, and my soul was off it's approximation...
I open the closet and unlocked the chest,
Colored in thought, my prize aquated to my own souls salvation...

Thank you Lord, because we all need calibration...

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DeepEclipse commented on Calibration

10-06-2010

Man you are definately one of the more underrated poets on this site. The meaning balances with the story which balances with the rhyme. Loved how you kept the same rhyme tone. I love when poets do that with the skill that the words and feeling are repeated but not repetitive. And of course this reminds me of the great fatherly love of patience. The whole time we run around in our mess He waits with open arms. Its like He knows what we need, but allows us to find it. Sometimes we do need a knock upside the head. Or as the poem details, a "calibration". Movitational read man.

Insideme commented on Calibration

03-25-2010

From beginning to end I was washed over with words so in place and meaningful. I enjoyed this immensly and I really saw, felt and comprehended what you were impressing with this wonderful work.

Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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