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A Poem by Christel Grady

a mystery

without a key

to unlock your inside

door to your mind

the wheels of time

keep turning

and I keep churning

 

out the same nonscensical bullshit

 

dripping from my tongue, my heart, my pen

 

lie awake for awhile &

 

remember me

© 2009 Christel Grady


Author's Note

Christel Grady
Published in the October 2008 Forever Nocturne e-zine, Volume II. fullmoonpress.com

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This poem is very near to my own attempts at unlocking my truest self...... funny that you pair a pic of a Buddha (is it Vajrasattva?) along with it. From my experience, this is really what life is for...... being active in our own evolution. That "nonsensical bullshit" is part of it, but taking the time to "remember me", as you say, seems to be the higher self tapping your shoulder?
Nonetheless, a great little noodle about your experience! Thanks!

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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I like this poems thoughts trickled down the page as I read it. There is an ease and a free-flowing feel to this write and the last lines remind me nights when I try to go to sleep, but lines of poetry keep creating themselves and I have to write them down.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very raw. It makes my heart ache because I know that kind of unGodly pain. :+(

I hope your doing okay, it's been a long time- I know.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Spoken with the passion only a true artist could render, imo, the way you capture
such raw emotion, and truth, the heart cant help but to be caught bty the moment,
I really like the form and style.


Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

mysterious and enigmatic, I keep looking over my shoulder. Time is flying and all isn't what it seems. I will remember. No choice.

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

The mind can be complexed and many things can set off old memories, a scent or a song... woderfully expressed my friend.

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

there is something wonderfully 'cyclical' or circular in this poem - the words generate a spin of their own..I find that appealling - and don't know if I could duplicate the effect even on my best day....

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

It starts off feeling like you are going for a dark interlude, a remembrance of love lost, then bang you throw some humor in there and it changed the tone quickly and makes it lighter. Nicely done.

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

I like it too!

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

I've often felt this way in the past, that the cycles we go through are a useless waste of time. I like it!

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

This poem is very near to my own attempts at unlocking my truest self...... funny that you pair a pic of a Buddha (is it Vajrasattva?) along with it. From my experience, this is really what life is for...... being active in our own evolution. That "nonsensical bullshit" is part of it, but taking the time to "remember me", as you say, seems to be the higher self tapping your shoulder?
Nonetheless, a great little noodle about your experience! Thanks!

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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