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The Laws of the Sky
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The Law of the Sky My heart became An inter-nodal network Of collapsed stars I laid in the bed And over me appeared A cold aurora A black veil swayed In cyanescens waves The knowledge always comes From such heights we fall Like morning stars in the sun Emerald tears to the Earth That was yesterday *. *. *
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Thank you Joy! I hope your family is doing better. *. *. * This was inspired from the year 2012. I was on the run and staying at a house in the country. In my isolation the shadows of death began to creep into my sphere. And yet: it was the worst of times - It was the best of times. It was existence, no matter how grotesque. No matter the monstrosity. Learning to love the taste of poison, as you close your eyes and embrace the black that swirls like the finest of wines. I always thought of the mind as a sort of: manorial or a castle. I envisioned my castle built upon a promontory jutting into the sea. In the castle there were paintings framed by space. The paintings were works of poetry, written over time, and some that were unwritten, standing as open frames, filled with space, pulsating and awaiting evolution. I saw myself as an old man, in this castle, wearing a clash-mirror sweater, standing by the river stone fire place, thinking strange and beautiful thoughts, thinking of the past, connected to all ways and all forms. In the fire I would see myself, like the alchemist sees a salamander. The salamander would be me, taken through the fire. I would have the dark and beautiful wisdom and the secrets of the universe. Secrets that would take the form of glorious paradoxes. My hands would bear the signs of war. My eyes would be savage and despondent. My brow stained by existential calamity and triumph. I would know victory. *. *. * *. *. *
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Normally, I find it hard to comment on this kind of stuff - whether you like it or not is so subjective anyway, and I can't see the point in saying great poem Downski unless you really mean it, but on the other hand I think it can seem churlish to read and never leave comments. But........."From such great heights we fall, like morning stars in the sun" has a really nice ring to it. And your reply to Joy was a post in its own right. The mind as a mansion, with many rooms. Someone famous had something to say about that I think. Open frames awaiting their art.
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Sadness beautifully conveyed, deeply felt. I have a family member struggling through some issues right now and this very accurately describes the heartache I feel for her. Thank you for sharing of yourself. ~myst~ “As with the butterfly, adversity is necessary to build character in people.” ~ JB Wirthlin 
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Normally, I find it hard to comment on this kind of stuff - whether you like it or not is so subjective anyway, and I can't see the point in saying great poem Downski unless you really mean it, but on the other hand I think it can seem churlish to read and never leave comments. But........."From such great heights we fall, like morning stars in the sun" has a really nice ring to it. And your reply to Joy was a post in its own right. The mind as a mansion, with many rooms. Someone famous had something to say about that I think. Open frames awaiting their art. *. *. * It was kind of strange. I was sitting in darkness with my eyes closed. I guess you might call this meditating. To me, some things cannot be classified or categorized, although I realize that the world needs these things for functionality, you might say. But yes. I went somewhere for a moment and two lines appeared: one was (The Law of the Sky), the other escaped me by the time I decided to write it down. I am normally pretty decent at holding on to my ideas. Usually if it escapes me, I track it down at a later time. It can be good to first make an honest attempt to re-capture the idea, but then, at a point you just must let go, and leave it to the universe, and when it returns, rejoice. Long ago, a friend gave me this small notepad in a metal case, clasped by a small pen, to write down any inspirations. I never did use it. It was too precious, I think. But it is sort of a treasure to me because someone knew me and cared for me enough to gift me such a thing. (maybe they were just tired of writing things down on receipts while I was driving). Usually this sort of thought capture pertains to poetry, and I haven't written much of that for a long while. There was a time when I could't stop. The mind on fire. My mind is still on fire. I just went into different mediums, and with those, my thoughts are more conceptual in nature (although flash thoughts on poetry can also be conceptual rather than just lines), like a storyline, something like this. Sometimes, even in those cases you get a flash of the most beautiful of lines, pertaining to something or another. I don't think I became apathetic, exactly, I just allowed poetic inspiration to flow without capture. For me, that flow was always there. I remember working on my dad's concrete crew, a job that actually taught me how to write. I would enter what might be called a state of gnosis, as I worked, and such beautiful thoughts would surface. And the process of the work, which made me feel connected to the pyramid builders, taught me about the writing process, on so many levels. In terms of the state of gnosis. Which might be likened, in a superficial way, to hypnogogia, or chasing the dog as it is called, this has been used by many figures throughout history: Tesla, Einstein, Socrates, and more. It is very interesting stuff. But yes, the title to this piece came in this sort of state. The piece itself harkens back to a transformative time period, and in no way captures the entirety of the experience or experiences. Having recently started writing in the poetic form, although I believe all forms, to me, are forms are poetry. (There was someone who wanted to create a new form of poetry, sort of like a prose poem the sized of a novel=that would be wild/I have thought about this and approached this/believe me it is an act of super human strength and supremely beautiful and maybe inaccessible to even a glimmer of the masses/why I modified the proposes form to achieve some sort of balance/yeah fuck balance/sometimes). So, having recently started again, I want to capture certain ideas and landscapes, re-energize them, as I am considering certain aspects for this book I am working on.I thought the blog would be okay or fine to do such a thing. During this time that I provided a brief glimpse into. Some strange things occurred. At one point I received a very deep vision of Lucifer falling from Heaven. I know there are many things written about this supposed legend. Some citing sympathy for his position, others condemning him entirely. Some accounts have him falling to Earth and an emerald from his crown, which Archangel Michael hit with a sword, hits him after he falls, and he weeps emerald tears. Another account has him falling on a throne made of moldavite, which liquifies when it hits the Earth, and is absorbed into the Heavens, becoming a storm of liquid moldavite. Damn, that's kind of beautiful isn't it? So, I had this vision. And I found a correlation with myself at the time. Maybe you could say: I had sympathy for the devil. By no means am I devil worshipper, or whatever you would call a devil worshiper. I think people disfigure the sacred that is shared with them, so I share with few people. I am trying to be more open, in some ways. I've met these people who just seemed to share whatever they thought and what they had experienced and what they felt. That impacted me. They inspired me, and I am trying to implement this quality, in some form. At that time I also identified with Sampson from the Bible, when he is betrayed and his hair is shorn and his eyes gouged out, his only wish to be revenged. And also with the walk of Christ with the Cross, as he is berated and flagellated and pierced at his side by a spear. *. *. * Damn. How is this for divulging thoughts feelings experiences.?. *. *. *
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Sadness beautifully conveyed, deeply felt. I have a family member struggling through some issues right now and this very accurately describes the heartache I feel for her. Thank you for sharing of yourself. ~myst~ Your family member is fortunate to have you in their life.  *. *. *
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4/24/2021 10:37 am |
You do have a way of expressing yourself.
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Thank you Sweet0Necter. *. *. *
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You do have a way of expressing yourself. *. *. *
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