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posted on Jul, 18 2012 @ 06:37 AM
Behold, I am yesterday, today as tomorrow

Born once again
Set to live the dream, again and again

I am the charioteer of the east
Away from the stars, but under their guise

In sorrow, I reprimand
The encased whirling air
Casting out the rushing fire

I am incarnate
Sequencer of the seven suns

My tongue
A sanctuary of truth
My heel
Bound by the vestiges of time

Golden clad receiver
The serpent whispers
Tongue-lashed and bitter

An oddity, an odyssey
Chromosones intact
Starlit star domes shine on
Paradigm precibus on the cosmo's back

What a fair distance
Indeed, what a fair sight

Slung through the crosshairs
Intercepting the wrought night

Vaporize your mother star
Newlywed stardust

No matter
Dark matter

No going back

Blood and bone
Constricting vessels
The iris caves to black

Hooded chrono
Street corner luminaire

Faceless in treason
Faceless in doubt
Words reaching momentum
Spilling from his mouth

Behold, he is yesterday, as today is tomorrow
Golden hip girdle - ego, his solar plexus

Ninety-three stones
Arranged in succession

posted on Jul, 18 2012 @ 06:45 AM
That sums it up for me until my writer's block ceases.

I don't know what I try to gain from writing, if I try to gain anything at all. I usually put poems together with imagery as my brain sees fit, though half of the time I predict that nobody will understand the imagery that I painted and weaved from my thoughts, and leave it at that, open for interpretation.

This one is more abstract, but follows the wheel of time, perception of time and how like the title, Ouroboros is a snake or dragon swallowing it's own tail, representing how things go on in a circular motion, from start to end, if that is even a spectrum of anything true beyond what the mind craves. We look at all ends of the spectrum, love, fear, anger, glee, and on and on. Is it rational, or do our minds crave a rationality in all of this, that we call life, and the game of waking up tomorrow, and remembering today as yesterday.

This makes little sense, but I hope the abstract imagery was enjoyable to devour.

I don't think that I write this stuff so much as it appears at my finger tips when ready.

posted on Jul, 18 2012 @ 06:47 AM
reply to post by murkraz

Excellent poetry! S&F

I enjoyed it very much!

posted on Jul, 18 2012 @ 06:47 AM

Originally posted by OpinionatedB
reply to post by murkraz

Excellent poetry! S&F

I enjoyed it very much!

Thank you very much.

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