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Array ( [sid] => 185669 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Point Zero Zero Three Five [time] => 2018-12-12 15:58:28 [hometext] => Science Mystysism Biological Evolutionary NOT From The Bottom Of A Swamp [bodytext] => At last,
getting to the business of pulling band-aids not sold nor found on any shelf;
those invisible aides we slap on in moments the soul fades, freezes or burns.
At the ready on fingertips, already unwrapped; pain abated, now quiet as a newborn’s coo.
This….inherently rash, this act. But, we allotted no time for the small print.
Alas, to late we find as they instantly vanish into,
beyond skin ensconcing our wound leaking fear, seeking armor.
Our stasis spelunking can aught but reduce to thread what in youth were ropes;
requisite to maneuvering each our own scarlet sluice
while in fearless glares, rare seconds, all the heart can bare, really.
Decades; to us translated as a thousand grievous nicks borne upon the sword of fear.
Even our fierceness in mirrored display, grows with each flick more cliched,
mocking our first tug and pull to unveil and heal that which
died still born, but for a beat.
It slips, see it fade from our eyes?
It dwindles, even as hope, that shimmering friend at times so hard to reach,
bathes us in waves aught a whisper in front of our nearly blind eyes that
we’ve rashly, specie wide, elected in haste, Chief Navigator.
Indeed, blankets of terror woven on fiendish spindles even now conceal
pineal visions which our tandem tools, heart and mind,
unerringly follow as does a flower the sun.
Oh, oh how tragic these water marbles we call eyes,
vising aught a slivered percentage of All; point zero zero three five.
Consider via pineal how greener the leaf, how bluer the fjord,
And oh, what joy to divine what a miscarried fate would have mete the sword. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 93 [topic] => 74 [informant] => invierno [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => surreal )

Point Zero Zero Three Five

Contributed by invierno on Wednesday, 12th December 2018 @ 03:58:28 PM in AEST
Topic: surreal

At last,
getting to the business of pulling band-aids not sold nor found on any shelf;
those invisible aides we slap on in moments the soul fades, freezes or burns.
At the ready on fingertips, already unwrapped; pain abated, now quiet as a newborn’s coo.
This….inherently rash, this act. But, we allotted no time for the small print.
Alas, to late we find as they instantly vanish into,
beyond skin ensconcing our wound leaking fear, seeking armor.
Our stasis spelunking can aught but reduce to thread what in youth were ropes;
requisite to maneuvering each our own scarlet sluice
while in fearless glares, rare seconds, all the heart can bare, really.
Decades; to us translated as a thousand grievous nicks borne upon the sword of fear.
Even our fierceness in mirrored display, grows with each flick more cliched,
mocking our first tug and pull to unveil and heal that which
died still born, but for a beat.
It slips, see it fade from our eyes?
It dwindles, even as hope, that shimmering friend at times so hard to reach,
bathes us in waves aught a whisper in front of our nearly blind eyes that
we’ve rashly, specie wide, elected in haste, Chief Navigator.
Indeed, blankets of terror woven on fiendish spindles even now conceal
pineal visions which our tandem tools, heart and mind,
unerringly follow as does a flower the sun.
Oh, oh how tragic these water marbles we call eyes,
vising aught a slivered percentage of All; point zero zero three five.
Consider via pineal how greener the leaf, how bluer the fjord,
And oh, what joy to divine what a miscarried fate would have mete the sword.

Copyright Â© invierno ... [ 2018-12-12 15:58:28]
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Re: Point Zero Zero Three Five (User Rating: 1 )
by softerware on Thursday, 13th December 2018 @ 06:57:15 PM AEST
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Always the philosopher, peeling the layers of living away to search for the grandeur within, despite the limitations of the physical body to understand the mystical realities!
Wonderful expressions herein; MISCARRIED FATE indeed! A THOUSAND GRIEVOUS NICKS BORNE UPON THE SWORD OF FEAR..

Wealthy with thought, this write speaks not AT us, but OF us, shedding its layers every time it is re-read.

Re: Point Zero Zero Three Five (User Rating: 1 )
by JamesStockdale on Friday, 14th December 2018 @ 10:56:47 AM AEST
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I share the same thoughts as Jaye.
This was a deep and finely tooled-crafted piece indeed. It started strong and ended strong.
Gets one thinking for sure. Great write!!!!

"water marbles we call eyes"

Re: Point Zero Zero Three Five (User Rating: 1 )
by unknown_utopia on Sunday, 16th December 2018 @ 05:50:28 AM AEST
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This is so deep
pulled me in
and
bam
mind blown....
by the way when it dwindles
it goes back to the bottom of the swamp
just joking :)
thanx for sharing

Re: Point Zero Zero Three Five (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 16th December 2018 @ 10:49:15 AM AEST
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I am for the living folk
Knowing of the so called swamp
The right to choose the right to
be a man who should be responsible
and not fake

The people that hide away, treat poor folk
like their yoke, the people who carelessly
forget about how to deal with education

And then make others feel horrible
miss the point completely and to
me are more than pitiful

Good luck to you

And to a couple of thousand years
before

Fakes all of ya

Peace!

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