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Ascendance
It was one of those nights
When lunar wombs
Became pregnant
With the words of distant stars
And gray matter preached
Of the existence of an
Inter/Inner planetary fire
That burns
Into ashes
That I blow
Away into infinity
Causing the birth
Of a new universe
As I tap the cigarette ash
Into the ashtray
I wonder
Does this then make me God
This power over life and death
Though this life and that death
May only be my own
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4 comments
aahh…the power of the mind…this was very good. I liked it …very different twist there…made the poem
Barbara
aahh…the power of the mind…this was very good. I liked it …very different twist there…made the poemBarbara
Your words are always beautiful and inspiring but I don’t feel that you filtered the passion inside of you the way you could. You speak of words transcending space and time, your words powerful yet asinine 😛 it feels like a contradiction. And that’s the whole point. Life is a contradiction, we are all powerful yet not at all. We are ashes and we are form. I think that you have a start and you need to dive deeper into what you are trying to convay. 🙂
Your words are always beautiful and inspiring but I don’t feel that you filtered the passion inside of you the way you could. You speak of words transcending space and time, your words powerful yet asinine 😛 it feels like a contradiction. And that’s the whole point. Life is a contradiction, we are all powerful yet not at all. We are ashes and we are form. I think that you have a start and you need to dive deeper into what you are trying to convay. 🙂