posted on Jul, 15 2010 @ 11:12 PM
Poetry eludes me.
Always looking for the subtlest essences,
they're gone before I can find where I'm looking.
Gone the quickest, gone since before they were here.
So that I wonder, what do I ever actually capture in words?
An empty shell, devoid of meaning.
My only salvation is a greater soul within recognizing my inarticulate cry for integration, leading me back to...
that greater soul is skirting beyond the boundaries and frivolities of my ego, hiding behind the truths that I deny, and the falsehoods I have yet to
melt away... waiting gently and patiently... I can feel it rattling through my thoughts all day, subtly, just enough to make me keep stepping
back and questioning it all... like an addiction to the search... like a steady, living undercurrent of Aquarius' divine waters flowing