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In the Days of the Two Moons

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posted on Jun, 30 2014 @ 04:41 PM
I see that this is a forum for poetry and such...I have had these poems since I was a teenager/young adult approx. from 16 to 23 years of age (1986 to 1993). It was funny that they would sort of be dictated in my mind and I wrote them out. The strangest one is the one I will write below. The poems don't come so much anymore - I guess that other worries have taken their place.

In the days of the two moons, in the dreamtime
We were
As we had always been
The keepers of the truth
The guardians of the secrets
All was nothing and everything
And that which was thought
Could be made to exist
We were, and were not
As those seen through passing mists
And we dreamed the world around us
Built great palaces from stone that never was
And dreamed lives and loves
Which never died, just changed
There were no walls, no barriers
Of land, sea, or air
And we could fly
As we could be nought but souls
If we so chose

In the days of the two moons
In the dreamtime

Then something changed
Things took on new solidity, new reality
And through our mists we heard voices
Our world began to disperse
Icy winds froze our creations
And shook them, crumbling to the ground
Weakened, we looked to the skies
And saw there were no longer two moons
But one
In the cold night
And your people raised their dominions
Of reality
Their cruel ways imprisoned us
With regret, we fought back in the only way we knew
We thought famine, floods, and plague
Upon them
But your reality was too strong
And your nations grew nevertheless...
As your people played their wicked games
Of power and wealth
Soon our world was nought but a shimmering memory
And we were but ghosts
To haunt you from the corners of your eyes
And the corners of reality
As you have taken from us
So do you take from yourselves
The grand pleasures of immortality
And unreality
But one day we shall rise again
As the phoenix from the flames
And you will know our glory.

posted on Jun, 30 2014 @ 05:07 PM

posted on Jun, 30 2014 @ 05:42 PM

posted on Jun, 30 2014 @ 05:56 PM
That awesome. Excellent, please do more.
a reply to: EveStreet

posted on Jun, 30 2014 @ 06:06 PM
Too bad about the muse drying up...that was a damn good dream...
really lyrical...thx

eta...would you be interested in writing lyrics...for a
musician with lots of music and nothing to say?

edit on 30-6-2014 by rival because: (no reason given)

posted on Jun, 30 2014 @ 06:24 PM
a reply to: EveStreet

Wow. What a way to capture the return of the gods.


posted on Jun, 30 2014 @ 06:57 PM
a reply to: maryjo44

Here is more from that journal:

Eternity draws more vast plans,
Than one day, one lifetime, one century
Is but one minute segment in the infinite spiral
Reality and dreams are but facets in the same gem
And you are all and nothing as everything is
That which is wrong shall right itself
Through time and retribution
That which is right and true
Shall always return as a standard
Time is all and nothing
Seek consolation in the knowledge that
There is no real beginning or end
Just change
And that death is just transition...

posted on Jun, 30 2014 @ 07:30 PM
a reply to: rival

Ok...I'll do more:

We watched the centuries pass us by
Glimpsed gilded cities in their prime
But they were just ephemeral reflections
In the ever changing currents of time
Requiscat in pace
While the life shall wax and wane
Resquiat in pace
There is no loss, there is no gain

And we remember the Pharohs,
Pompeii, the fall of Rome,
our shadowplay
All of the answers, who were the dancers
When the empires fell away
We heard the dreams the silent screams
As those dancers fell away
We are seeing
We are being
But we shall never fall away

And you executioners, you fanatics
Who kill for kings and clergymen,
You shall have your prime, your time
And shall fall away and then

Resquiat in pace
For vengeance shall come around
Resquiat in pace
You are lost
We are not found

Ah, some were grand
Some were clever
Those stars shine bright

Sic transit gloria mundi...
And we lived beyond the fires...

posted on Jul, 1 2014 @ 05:49 PM
Awesome in the true sense of the word...

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