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Out Of Myself
Contributed by
invierno
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Friday, 5th January 2018 @ 06:59:34 AM in AEST
Topic:
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Out of myself,
hovering above myself,
I chose the nose
to find forgiveness-
a shelf, perhaps?
Inside I find no organs,
nothing but a black realm
with the inside of my skin the boundary.
I went to where my heart should be,
and air, dark, the same greeted me.
My mind, of course, is where
forgiveness sits unaware,
how vital is such a gift to give away.
She blinked, blank and stared,
not caring as she flowed in me,
she showed a smile inside only flowers see.
Time to go,
I, he, has a bus to catch.
Now in place I go to fetch forgiveness,
I had put it in this pocket here.
Its gone!
The weights are drawing near,
yes, they sit like vultures wanting me,
with stones in claws to weigh me down.
The me, and other me, will be back soon.
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invierno
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2018-01-05 06:59:34]
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Re: Out Of Myself
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 6th January 2018 @ 12:44:14 AM AEST
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goodness Mike,
the nose?
I accidentally shot myself in the foot
while hunting as a kid. I remember smelling
gunpowder for years and years afterwards and
being kind of /*****/ because I was a really good
leaper before then, well it slowed me down, but
I got by. These days I get by, I tell my kids,
we live for today, we can/'/t plan everything, no one can,
what might happen is not worth much worry,
but it/'/s not easy to live that way, each day I say
that to myself. You might write a novel someday Mike,
if the mood hits you just write and then it takes complete control, if it ever happens, you might write in the preface, life is not easy, I always kind of knew that,
but now I know. This does not mean I am happy
or that I will forever be about that truth I always was
quietly apprised of, but do I live for today, as I must.
I am a listener and I am always listening to learn something new. I thought about losing my eyesight,
and how it would truly change my world, I could easily lose the sense of smell, but to lose my sight would be terrible, but then, I thought, time would still go on,
and I would wind up, still thinking about each moment
perhaps even in a more pronounced way.
Instead or worrying we should focus a bit more about
what is going on right now. What does it mean to be strong, what does it mean to listen more?
This fall I cleared out a path from my backyard,
towards the sea, where I might find the edge
I need to finally unwind and be who I always thought
I could be in my youth, someone who cares, someone who stays strong, no matter what.
I walk and starting to run again, like I did when I was a kid. I am primed to last a good long time. I can take on
all things good or bad. I will never quit, nor should you!
Peace! |
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Re: Out Of Myself
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by JamesStockdale on
Saturday, 6th January 2018 @ 03:08:52 AM AEST
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How appropriate that Muppetman was the first to comment. I had to stop and check to see who wrote this again. It was so Muppet, so Muppet...
I liked how this appeared to be winged... Sort of an Alice White, Muppet hybrid abstract...
I really enjoyed this Mike.
Out of myself? Sadly I/'/ve been there... |
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Re: Out Of Myself
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by softerware on
Sunday, 7th January 2018 @ 02:03:27 PM AEST
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You speak to the duality of individuals. The outside persona who keeps the internal one alive and perhaps, well.
But this is a story of the external self looking upon the others world with curiosity.
How different they are! One lives in light with clocks and schedules and is visible to the world.
I suspect he envies the one who dwells within.
Truly, you are writing of the intellect vs the soul.
To explore their pathways is inviting. To avoid the quicksand is essential.
softerware
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Re: Out Of Myself
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by alicewhite on
Saturday, 27th January 2018 @ 08:24:39 PM AEST
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Lol I chose the nose and likewise pennywise clown sad downward smile crying tears as they frown upon my nose n my upside down smile n crowned frown ,
It swings in roundabouts
I suppose
You nose too
I chose too ? |
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