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The Bell Tolls

(collab of Bliss and Prophet)  
 
 
Hellbent the disaster  
Impending  
Through turns  
Insidious in nature  
The bell tolls  
For us all  
 
The clock chimes  
Beware, the time has struck,  
The hour has come  
To power we succumb,  
We're falling so fast,  
For we've run out of gas  
 
Don't be so crass  
My good chum  
Big Vast Pastures  
Surrounded  
Falling  
Upwards  
United  
Petals  
Pedals  
Pedestals  
Shattered  
 
Even if Flattered,  
One gets Nowhere,  
For Every step forward  
is three steps back,  
defending an attack.  
Not sure of the facts,  
of how one interacts.  
All my gut feelings and wishin'  
No substitute for intuition  
 
Deciduous the tree  
Beckons the cat calls  
The night rested  
 
Best not feel the blessed  
One's breathe wrecks  
Havoc on  
Nooks beset  
Cornered  
In corners  
Flavored in  
Flairs  
Gone horribly  
Wild  
 
Lost on the floor,  
In the corner,  
The wallflower  
rips up his roots,  
Shuffling a few steps,  
And spinning in the light.  
Leaves bud and flower,  
Flowers bring forth fruit,  
Life opens its petals,  
To close in on itself,  
Under the cover of night  
 
Light spills  
From all corners  
To every synapse  
The mind can surge  
Send signals towards  
The flowers fruits and seeds  
Are but players in the grandest  
Scheme known to man  
 
Life can never be predicted  
predetermined  
or even foreseen  
Too much knowledge not known  
Just ask Armani  
Seeking more forbidden fruit  
Will never be the problem  
 
The knowledge is there,  
if we but seek it.  
We have but to reach out,  
Grab it, Take it,  
Taste it, feast on its flesh,  
Devour the Pulp and juice.  
We may have our fill,  
If that is what we wish.  
Naught is forbidden  
in the realm of knowledge  
anymore  
 
However,  
in the realm of Spirit,  
Upon the Causal Plane,  
Much will remain  
Unknown  
and unknowable.  
The shroud of mystery,  
that is Maya,  
the illusion of this life,  
Emerges from the shadows,  
Into the light, if but for a moment,  
Slipping back into darkness  
once more.  
Ever shifting, changing,  
Being, breathing,  
Our lifeblood of existence,  
born in passion and pain  
cradled within a memory,  
& Wrapped  
within a Dream,  
 
Eternity in an Instant,  
Pulsing  
Here and Now
Written by Prophet
Published | Edited 20th Jan 2012
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