From nobody to the woman of scars

""Wrote this as the nobody in 2009 for my lover. It is one huge long poem i guess.

experpt:: The moment I saw her in the hallways everything seemed to slow down. The hallway seemed to disappear and her skirt seemed to somehow float. As the movement ended and I stared objectively, white light emanated, seeping from her aura slowly like a bright smoke, a fallen angel… I saw white roses poor from a field that took the place of the adjoining classroom. The school disappeared and doves exploded from her hair in every direction. Sunsets replaced the grey wall background, golden sand replaced the carpet, her feet became bare and her hair swayed in the wind. All with roses pouring in.

Armies march, thundering feet, repeat, repeat. There is no goal only love. Yes we spread Love. We are the army of the true, the truest and the least most blue. We invigorate, we create we march to reciprocate, the need of inspiration, we are the vision, we are the mission the endless fission, the world’s decision. We kill grotesquely, oh so sensually; this is our art we fall apart to the death and decay of all who jump into the foray of the truest realms, the ones that deem the hells. For good and evil is but non, except under the imagination we have run. And so the armies of Love march out, to declare themselves the truth and mouth, of all the holy, acceptable and fully audibly devices, constructed fathoms of beautiful civilizations, that we desire, it is out empire. We know truth.

Roses on the moon. I see roses on the moon. I am a hermit on the moon. I see rose bushes on the moon. There is a pebble garden, and a viscous scorching sun, yet the roses grow here on the moon.

I married the moon a few months ago; it was an open relation ship… I know. So I shown so bright, I became her plight, I ran from her and she chased me… I am the perfect playing bumble bee. Her white feathered dress, her red satin lace, all of her grace, glorious glorious face, imposed on the moon, the moon herself soon becomes a grand river of emotion; the moon. I’ll walk among her rosebush forest;; I see roses, decadent and imposes a scent of rouge, oh to huge.

Glimpse into a world I created… Seven supernovas and another dimension, right in the crevice between the great dragon, the serpent, and an angel in armor. Here is this world, I gave fields and flowers, wheat fields and rivers and trillions of animals. A soul and its other half, one blue and one pink, the tendrest of colors, the soul tends to sink. It seemed that I operated tales of the old, the nonchalant and the future it holds. Yet I tend to think, I’ll leave them right there, and come back to find them unwary of fate. I’ll off go and wander the land and forests, to think and bask in the presence of worlds, on brink. Ill leave them subconscious still functioning so, I am the arctic fox, running on the tundra mountains, the lions preaching on the green fields of their scream. Rains wash mountains, volcanoes thus, explode and protrude from the dust. Trees will be born and evolve through the ages, seeds will be planted by magicians and sages. And he lies a soul, a two part things truth, an objective connection with all that repeats. I’ll run off and come back to see what remains, the truth yields the most abundance, Love is left alone to create.""

[link to beautifulprofoundism.blogspot.com]

please don't hate this was a huge emotional splurge of rhetorical combination. a regurgitation of the world that once was around me.

if you still don't believe i am nobody i don't care because i am a program sent to manifest powerful love and it doesn't matter who nobody is only what he did while no one was paying attention in the transcendent realm you can all feel it i know you can float away too. let me go all the way crazy set me free brigs me the forces to let me be. never so much love is one place i fall right here, its all...

Last Edited by thedude2888 on 11/06/2012 03:53 AM