WALKING THROUGH TIME

A selection from The Color Of Dreams

 

 

Walking through time

Thinking of you

Receding from yesterday

Turning towards tomorrow

Waiting

For

The sun

To

Chase away

My

Desperation

Inspiration

Reverberation

Pushes me forward

Past

The spawn

Of

Living carnage

Wallowing

In

Decadent squalor

Contained

Restrained

Some call it

Freedom

 

Dreams

Have a color

All their own

Swirling colors

Shake my body

Taunt spectators

No longer awed

By

Ethereal mysteries

Revolving forms

 

Time stands still

When you're not near

Diminished desire

Tells itself

The fire will return

When

The moon

Is

Full of light

 

Selling the nation’s youth

In

Every possible way

Preaching accepted truth

They devour yesterday

Regurgitate a thought

Imitation

Indoctrination

They claim

To

Despise

Content

To

Gorge themselves

Secure in knowing

The familiar stranger

Danger that’s not danger

Exposing breasts

Not meant to nourish

Her flesh calls me

With eyes that dare me

To

Not be human

 

She loves me

She hates me

She destroys me

Then wants me

 

Preludes end

Sometimes

They take flight

Sonic memory

Forgets itself

Abandons all

For

That

Still to come

 

The rains

Have not yet fallen

But

Soon they will

Torrents

Of

Silver rain

Radiating auras

Into

The vastness

Of

The Milky Way

The steady percussion

Of

Premonition

 

Seven colors

Of

Time

Remind me

That

Everything is relative

As we

Orbit a star

Floating in space

 

Another trip

Around

The

Sun

Leaves me feeling

As if

I’ve been here before

As though

I’ve been striving

All my life

To

Get back

To

Where

I’ve already been

Reviews

[Kuandio]

This is very refreshing to read after some of the other stuff I've been reviewing.
Mysterious line, “Walking through time Thinking of you
Interesting too, “Taunt spectators No longer awed By Ethereal mysteries” and “the familiar stranger”
There’s a part there near the middle that’s a little bit preachy, but not over the top
Amazing idea of silver rains making its way into the Milky Way
“Seven colors of time” - wow, what the heck is that, the words carry a powerful essence
The whole thing is almost like a long haiku, even if haikus are supposed to be short
The last lines are great. I feel the same way wholeheartedly, trying to get back to the source, myself, ourselves, etc
I get the feeling that you are really searching through many layers of philosophy and religion and reflections of all sort, like a vessel riding waves of it all, making its way, or drifting towards a worthy destination and answers we already know deep down

[emmajoy]

A distinct but near torrent of words and emotions until,

' Selling the nation’s youth - Danger that’s not danger ~ Exposing breasts ~ Not meant to nourish ~ Her flesh calls me ~ With eyes that dare me ~ To ~ Not be human.. '

where the mood alters. In that area thought appears to detour and somehow veil the meaning of the whole. Yet, you then return to the near mythical quite beautiful emotional needs and thoughts again. Almost like two chains of thought that went bump in the night.

[Meraki]

This is powerful and thought provoking.

[Quill~]

Absolutely gorgeous poetry!...I would have highlighted the entire piece, for this is captivating.


"Walking through time

Thinking of you

Receding from yesterday

Turning towards tomorrow

Waiting

For

The sun

To

Chase away

My

Desperation

Inspiration

Reverberation

Pushes me forward"

Great write!

[Ruth]

I can see I am going to enjoy these! Brilliant flow, ideas, connection, birth of wonderment, awesome! xox