Array ( [sid] => 178496 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Pacification of Me [time] => 2014-06-07 22:56:24 [hometext] => It has been a long time since I posted anything on here. I should visit more often. Most of my poems are from a different era of my life and do not necessarily reflect me anymore, although they were a part of me. [bodytext] => A symphony of light,
Cascades across the sky.
I am watching time unfold before me.
Sitting on the present
My mind seems to be stuck in neutral.
I don't want to be there,
I am content to be here, I can wait.
All the worries fall away
In the grandness, in my smallness,
Compared to the cosmos I see.
And physics cannot answer my questions.
Mathematics though romantic,
Lacks the passions of life
Where I know the fire still smolders.
There the embers of former lives
Wait to be rekindled,
And a new man born to reign in my place.
It is a fine line to walk
And to speak of it is madness.
Like a ghost I have wandered my conscience
Sleeping until recently, folding my hands.
I bound myself, and let others do the talking.
I have done a disservice to them and me
They and I.
And now the paths have converged,
Allowing for a way out,
And like a thief I will steal away
All the memories kept treasured up.
Pilfering those things I proffered away,
I pawned bits of myself for peace,
It was the pacification of me.
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The Pacification of Me
Date: Saturday, 7th June 2014 @ 10:56:24 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: deadreckoning1983
A symphony of light,
Cascades across the sky.
I am watching time unfold before me.
Sitting on the present
My mind seems to be stuck in neutral.
I don't want to be there,
I am content to be here, I can wait.
All the worries fall away
In the grandness, in my smallness,
Compared to the cosmos I see.
And physics cannot answer my questions.
Mathematics though romantic,
Lacks the passions of life
Where I know the fire still smolders.
There the embers of former lives
Wait to be rekindled,
And a new man born to reign in my place.
It is a fine line to walk
And to speak of it is madness.
Like a ghost I have wandered my conscience
Sleeping until recently, folding my hands.
I bound myself, and let others do the talking.
I have done a disservice to them and me
They and I.
And now the paths have converged,
Allowing for a way out,
And like a thief I will steal away
All the memories kept treasured up.
Pilfering those things I proffered away,
I pawned bits of myself for peace,
It was the pacification of me.


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