Insanity and the plea that gave way to bargain

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    • Desmotti
    • The wraith is but sadness in mortal form. It haunts to hunt, and hunts to feed. It cannot feed on any emotion. This is its pain. for emotion is not segregated it is fealt, and to feel is warmth.

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    If you follow the path least taken.......Beware.

    Insanity and the plea that gave way to bargain

    The worthy hands have broken plane…
    And sanity comes about again…
    The clock it chimes and reaches ears…
    Of ancient many withered with years…

     Upon the shadowed sockets holding once bright portals bruised and bleeding…
    Stories unfold just by stare and curious thoughts enter while reading…
    The lookers…watchers…writers…many…youthful wondering, wandering fruit…
    The salt perhaps and bland…they’re filtered…with odd desire to join...recruits…

     Oh the Master walks upon the waters deep…his purpose his…
    Oh the sheep is I…could be?  I’ll know when I can say I’m free…
    Oh the soldier with a cause who’s bowls does shake with every quake…Whose mind reeks chaos meltdown horrid…the fervent heat will mend his fate.

     Oh stay with me mine steady thought streams…star child like mind find my pattern…
    For If I drift I’ll confuse worse who claim the astral planes have lanterns…
    or If confusion drives the mind drips…dripping hopes… realities counter…
    One cannot find truth while stumbling through the planes of illumed jib-like banter.

     For words are remedies for broken realities…
    I work archaically at pleasing enchantress-she’s...
    Merely the thoughts that dance on the spectrum…
    Her colors are all and she moves with intention…

     Infection instilled by the very mood melt…that we feel in the real…and in memory felt…
    Curious ridiculous dancing word whispers…play upon mindful…who laugh and then shiver.
    Remember that delving in sanities closet…requires that the seeker coming searching with causes…
    Greater than curious…the ness of the child…who by firelight, and starlight…begin…might have true sight.

    So go light and stay bright or go tire by warming fire. Regardless which its up to you… Insanity is all but the color blue.  Insanities all but a lie nor truth...and thus the end of the panel of sleuths

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    FindingJune commented on Insanity and the plea that gave way to bargain

    04-22-2010

    Upon first read....this is wonderfully written. Your writing requires time to marinate upon the mind and tongue. I will return to digest this further. But for now...fan FUCKINGtastic, my friend.

    DeepEclipse commented on Insanity and the plea that gave way to bargain

    04-16-2010

    [maybe only men of madness see the beauty unrestrained since the reach towards beyond is what complacenty has drained] - I wonder if madness is the reward of the seekers. Or if it is just that complacency is the majority and the seekers are always fewer, thus lonely. If all eyes percieved the stars, the big crowd of -ooo's- and -aaahs- might soothe the lonely drifter. But risk becomes fear. Ahhhh. So we delve into our closets and hope that we make enough sense so that when judgement comes flinging its barbs we can -try- to fling something that hurts more. Definsive stance. Ah man the poem got me REELING hahah. Lovin it. Nice wordplay to it. Lyrical beauty Des.

    papapaczki commented on Insanity and the plea that gave way to bargain

    04-16-2010

    If you follow the path least taken.......Beware. -- Sound advice, and a good read :)

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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