Array ( [sid] => 180701 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Near-Death En-Entranced [time] => 2015-03-05 00:01:12 [hometext] => [bodytext] => The science of nerves
As the body serves
Between blood and thought,
Showing my body the respect it deserves,
The Giant, carries me home.

Something needs protection here! (Cracks begin to show)
Citronella, (A closely guarded secret)
Also, a presence known only to me
Swirled in from nowhere on sprightliest breeze,
Donned her floral dress
To comfort the giant suffering post traumatic stress,
A very healthy thing for me to see.

In the herb garden Siamese twins are sleeping(dreaming)
They are flowers, not people, see
What are they dreaming?
Poured my heart and soul into lip-reading
Drank information,
Then sold it to me,
Amongst time (thyme), Sage, Dill
Remain silent, calm, still
A soul passing through.

In a meadow faraway
A 3 year old sits alone,
With his back to me
a rainbow with eyes watches through the day
Longing to be the closer I walk
But seem to push father and farther away
A lot of emotion dispelled
From where, over my shoulder
The unmistakable silhouette of my son came running my way.

A breath of fresh air (Whom I secretly admire)
Promised me answers for free!
Suddenly, I was standing at the cliffs of Moher
With a morning Cello,
Also watching the sea.
What I saw, what I heard
You cannot teach!
I'm off in my own little world
And my soul, will forever, be free. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 210 [topic] => 62 [informant] => shanat [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => spiritual ) Your Poetry Dot Com - Near-Death En-Entranced


Near-Death En-Entranced
Date: Thursday, 5th March 2015 @ 12:01:12 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: shanat
The science of nerves
As the body serves
Between blood and thought,
Showing my body the respect it deserves,
The Giant, carries me home.

Something needs protection here! (Cracks begin to show)
Citronella, (A closely guarded secret)
Also, a presence known only to me
Swirled in from nowhere on sprightliest breeze,
Donned her floral dress
To comfort the giant suffering post traumatic stress,
A very healthy thing for me to see.

In the herb garden Siamese twins are sleeping(dreaming)
They are flowers, not people, see
What are they dreaming?
Poured my heart and soul into lip-reading
Drank information,
Then sold it to me,
Amongst time (thyme), Sage, Dill
Remain silent, calm, still
A soul passing through.

In a meadow faraway
A 3 year old sits alone,
With his back to me
a rainbow with eyes watches through the day
Longing to be the closer I walk
But seem to push father and farther away
A lot of emotion dispelled
From where, over my shoulder
The unmistakable silhouette of my son came running my way.

A breath of fresh air (Whom I secretly admire)
Promised me answers for free!
Suddenly, I was standing at the cliffs of Moher
With a morning Cello,
Also watching the sea.
What I saw, what I heard
You cannot teach!
I'm off in my own little world
And my soul, will forever, be free.

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