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A bemused young man, sleeping away his troubles,

And a life crumbling into infinite rubble.
He caught a glimpse of an immense fortress
in the frigid wastelands of his mind;

Images that make his thoughts go blind.

Thoughts of a ruined nirvana in a distant domain,

The only thing that was keeping him sane.

He saw a time when he had no blood on his hands, and never would.

A time when the world elapsed; left him right where he stood.

When the violence of hatred and mistrust,
the temptation of moral compromise, and verbal thrust,

Could no more overcome him, as formerly done,
than a droplet of water could conquer the sun.

But then the memory slipped away,

Like the dream it was; a purple haze.
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Purple Haze

Contributed by kiss4roq on Wednesday, 10th January 2007 @ 04:31:45 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

For a moment, he stirred and remembered.

A bemused young man, sleeping away his troubles,

And a life crumbling into infinite rubble.
He caught a glimpse of an immense fortress
in the frigid wastelands of his mind;

Images that make his thoughts go blind.

Thoughts of a ruined nirvana in a distant domain,

The only thing that was keeping him sane.

He saw a time when he had no blood on his hands, and never would.

A time when the world elapsed; left him right where he stood.

When the violence of hatred and mistrust,
the temptation of moral compromise, and verbal thrust,

Could no more overcome him, as formerly done,
than a droplet of water could conquer the sun.

But then the memory slipped away,

Like the dream it was; a purple haze.

Copyright © kiss4roq ... [ 2007-01-10 16:31:45]
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Re: Purple Haze (User Rating: 1 )
by Zajabalaj on Wednesday, 10th January 2007 @ 04:50:25 PM AEST
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I really liked that, I've always been interested in dream stares.. Very well written!

Re: Purple Haze (User Rating: 1 )
by yangdantien on Wednesday, 10th January 2007 @ 06:12:38 PM AEST
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Thank You for this write an expression of an internal struggle and one suspects it is from the view of having 'blood on the hands' a stain that is rarely given voice but through dream elements one can perceive its effect:s:

"...When the violence of hatred and mistrust,
the temptation of moral compromise, and verbal thrust,

Could no more overcome him, as formerly done,
than a droplet of water could conquer the sun...."

Lasso that memory till the fog of dreaming lifts...

Good Job

Peace
Yangdantien

Re: Purple Haze (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 11th January 2007 @ 07:05:59 AM AEST
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Lucid purple haze...
Yes, almost everyday, here.
My days are hypnopompic.
Paramnesia is suicide inside the oasis.

And yes,
Sleep brings release.

I adore this:
"Could no more overcome him, as formerly done,
than a droplet of water could conquer the sun."

Gorgeous!

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