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ONE LONG TEAR
my life stories on
those old dice
keep rolling
days of trouble
days of fun
days of learning
and knowing
that one long day
may be the sum
of where it is
im slowly going
sometimes i stop
to just listen
what is that distant
sound im hearing
the surf crash
of ghosts in my heart
or the whisper trail
of one long tear
trickling down
many long years
i look and listen
more closely now
but the window
is fogged
and the answer
is unspoken
too much is
still missing here
yet beyond all this
will things be clearer
and on looking back
will the window appear
to be open
or not a window
but a mirror
to reflect a smile
or one long tear
that falls again
into the mirror
just waiting
to be
rebroken
Published 31st Mar 2013
| Edited 21st Mar 2022
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3rd Apr 2013 7:33pm
What is this style you write in. I am captivated by it. I totally get it. Thanks man
3rd Apr 2013 11:39pm
It has no name, it's just the way the words (when so inspired) arise up out of me on their own, with no preconceived idea, concept, intention, control or effort from me on my part at all, other than when I feel one arising, I 'open myself up' as an instrument or vehicle, for them to use & surface through me out into written or printed form... It's something that's hard to try & explain, moostly because I don't ever really think about it much, or try & figure it's process out... The closest thing I can compare or equate it with, is what I've read over many years, about certain people (usually authors too!?) who can open themselves up as 'Channells' for either ghosts (departed spirits of the dead), extraterrestrials (E.T.'s), or Ascended Masters (Enlightened Higher Dimensional Beings), to all communicate their messages, wisdoms, prophecies, &/or channelled teachings through... I just think it's more likely the inner, subconscious voice of my creative muse, which thinks & speaks in an entirely different voice & way, than I personally verbally communicate to others with in my day to day life?...
It's just a strange, but wonderful little mystery, that's always mystified me, & comes & goes whenever it wants to (more often than not!) & which I have learned over time, throughout my life, to accept as a natural part of myself & to try & enjoy playing with it whenever it wants to, but most of all, I have just learned how to completely trust it, rather than trying to figure it out... I'm happy to hear that you are enjoying it too & 'getting it' as well!... - thanks S.!... ~ O.I.N.
It's just a strange, but wonderful little mystery, that's always mystified me, & comes & goes whenever it wants to (more often than not!) & which I have learned over time, throughout my life, to accept as a natural part of myself & to try & enjoy playing with it whenever it wants to, but most of all, I have just learned how to completely trust it, rather than trying to figure it out... I'm happy to hear that you are enjoying it too & 'getting it' as well!... - thanks S.!... ~ O.I.N.
