Submissions by Ian-Word-Louw
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
free thinker
loud visions
When I'm gone im gonna remember these mountains...
up'faced, mazed and pasted in time, the ooze of sense facing obove the heavens up 'there beyond the blue, further up 'there
beyond the rusty sky where the stars lay a shining bed brighter
then light
I begin to wink, I begin to think, I think I sink as that blink just made my eyes miss that sigth in just a think
I hear a voice that I can onl'e see in space and know nomatter which direction I may face I onl'e go forward
when Im dead im gonna remember these mountains, I will listen here to these wild...
up'faced, mazed and pasted in time, the ooze of sense facing obove the heavens up 'there beyond the blue, further up 'there
beyond the rusty sky where the stars lay a shining bed brighter
then light
I begin to wink, I begin to think, I think I sink as that blink just made my eyes miss that sigth in just a think
I hear a voice that I can onl'e see in space and know nomatter which direction I may face I onl'e go forward
when Im dead im gonna remember these mountains, I will listen here to these wild...
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Naked night
as my eye's see darker into the light, pealing the sight, the mind it understands the time that has past
over the mountains glowing with dusty purpule airs, the sun is far now too far from the mountains
and above the heavens darkening fields, I can see a few stars shinning and right in the calm before nature and me, birds flying has descended insects and bugs starts with their chorus, now every step I take is in focus, but soon the questions of the day will hunt me in bed till then my peace becomes a prey, but then the night is prettier than the day, its blinks in green...
over the mountains glowing with dusty purpule airs, the sun is far now too far from the mountains
and above the heavens darkening fields, I can see a few stars shinning and right in the calm before nature and me, birds flying has descended insects and bugs starts with their chorus, now every step I take is in focus, but soon the questions of the day will hunt me in bed till then my peace becomes a prey, but then the night is prettier than the day, its blinks in green...
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