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Of a Perspective

Of a Perspective

Eyes as windows to the soul.

 

Words as pages of the book we turn

 

the flame from within

 

sometymes afraid to burn...

 

People's perception, Reality's deception

 

 

Misconception

 

I dont know anyrhing for sure.

 

But I discovered a book that I would like to learn

 

my mind is open, as is your book

 

I invite you to take a closer look

 

my words may well be a door

 

and quite possibly more than you are looking for

 

I wasn't . Im not but I would and I could...

 

my only intent was to be understood,

 

 

Perhaps this existence escapes understanding

 

One foot forward, up in the air, fall flat on my face

 

am I taking off or fumbling my landing?

 

My thoughts, my fears, and desires ...everything I am

 

 I have shared from the start....

 

Perhaps not yet realized ,

 

keys to my heart,

 

 and secrets of this soul within

 

This is how I'd like to begin.

 

The depths of me and this is an open door ,

 

if you are of the mind to find out more


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3 D viewing

3 D viewing

3D viewing

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Religion and Philosophy

What demons become me

 

As I eat of this devil's food cake

 

to what mind was the creator and what intentions did he make?

 

By far more mass in numbers of people willing to partake...

 

why didn't they try -its of the blood of christ for your sake?

 

perception is Not

 

knowing of the view you hold

 

always allow for change to viewing

 

unless that view you just sold,

 

for then one becomes accountable and secrets will be told,

make sure the one you are accounting for is the one you hold

 

for gravity is of the  reality

 

 this dual force of individuality providing you a unique 3D view

of the life

living within you

 

 


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chopping block romance

chopping block romance

chopping block romance
Current mood:mellow

I feel the Suns warmth upon my shoulders.

The breeze that caresses my skin or is it a lovers skilled calloused hands,

A moment imagined and a minute  for real...

But its an illusion

In all

I dream  and I feel.

I feel the suns warmth for some tyme and I think

flowing oceans of love...I sink..

The suns warmth has warmed the sand no longer under feet

and echoes of laughter that mankind cant cheat

Lovers words spoken tenderly yet in a voice thats low and gruff

And I think out loud, to myself,

I dont use my chopping block enough...

screeching emitts from boiling waves

accepting of the warmth it craves

Did the sun warm this puddle,

the teardrop that has dropped?

light of the air;

 floating,

 then rise then popped

the bubbles, the wave, the water, the meaning of dreams

cared for but neglected, the chopping block, so it seems

tossing swirling circling the bubbles oh my

the sum warms  my memories of tymes gone by

so leaveing the outdoors I must go back inside

and clear away the unused chopping board I never thought  to hide...

I'll put it in the cabinet and get back to it someday

for now I wish the warmth of my lover to never go away...

The feel of the warmth from the light of the sun

My pot on the stove is boiling over

And my daydreaming must be done

 


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a test

Posted by krptdnacnce Posted on: 04/03/09

a test

which one works
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Posted by krptdnacnce Posted on: 02/28/09

random

am I ?? gone?? \I think I may have left alreadyand am clueless to where I am never underestimate the smarts I learned from where I have been I hear it every night loud and clear it screams to me but as foriegn as the blind see braille to me ihear the angers drpwn in the tears and my mind wreaks havoc with my ownworst fears Peace is a far off place of dream cuz nowhere is really any where it seems its almost as if as in aninvisble barrier of protection exists my mind toys with taunting and insanity ishard to resist but why does my mind venture there Is the ending this reality cause for that much fear Its sad to see this as the ending different I wish it were. goout with warrior spirit in check noone gonna count the cards to know ya aint got a full deck
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the unpublished text

Posted by krptdnacnce Posted on: 01/16/09

the unpublished text


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We have Visitors

Posted by krptdnacnce Posted on: 09/23/07

We have Visitors

Love and light fellow journeying soul...

you have stumbled upon an unexplored korner of kaos,

 feel free to explore what has been hinted at,

uncover what has been buried, and expose that which

resides in darkness until illuminated by light.

we are all unknown...what makes one more interesting than another? what makes some easier to follow?

How do you reveal the contents of the unknown yet retain a certain level of interest that leaves you with a hunger for more knowledge? 

How does one justify the outlandish hopes of an interactive website that teaches and learns the reader and the author, when they are one and the same and quite possibly the only visitor to ever journey here...

that was,  until you came along...

 

 

I  welcome you, 

I offer my hand in friendship,

in love,

and in light

of all that we may discover.


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4 Years 4 Why

4 Years 4 Why

4 years 4 why
Current mood: crushed

Hot tears roll down my face

grieving a loss , nothing can rep[ace...

my solid center , the heart of my soul

torn and rooted in griefs fucking black hole

4 years 4 why

wasted years of the calander have gone by

tyme that passes, unremarkedly so,

and styll its clutches wont let me go

I remain captive submersed and surrounded

immobilized by loss heldfast  by grief

4 years 4 why

no sign of  relief

Immobilized, as if tyme stood styll

haveing yet to move forward,

I wonder if I ever will

my solid center , the light of my soul

taken away and left me unwhole

of remedies, of healing

memories of borrowed tyme keep stealing

thoughts of the future like a corpse thats turned cold

in an instant I went from infant to unbearably old

the reasons  the meaning, validation for being-

Im left without seeing

for in my visions there was alwaysyou

strength to hold fast and beliefs that held true

and although I styll see your wonderful loving face

Im lost Im helpless and alone in this godforsaken place

hot  tears roll down my face

4 years 4 why

 grieving a loss I can never replace

what does this future have in store.

t really doesn't matter I dont even care anymore

for I see nothing only pitch black

and all the grieving in the world

can never bring you back

so tyme that passes erases meanings and reasons for being

cold lonely infinite grief is all Im seeing

Like a mannequin directed through the motion

an abandoned ship tossed about by the ocean

no direction no course

held captive by grief and remorse

4 years 4 why

alone I sit

worthless

tears

I cry...

 


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  • I am so sorry for your grief. I am glad the pugs made your smile. I don't know when but I hope it will get better.
    By vanessac on September 25, 2007 16:47

  • It already has...Thank you ...Blessed be
    By krptdnacnce on September 25, 2007 19:42

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Fabtastic Reality-The Matter

Fabtastic Reality-The Matter

Sometymes I become aware, of what my present moment consists of and then I have to wonder what I was and had been doing previously unaware

 And sometymes a glimpse of a life I live but cannot recollect although it is an existence we share.

At tymes I can recall every person place and thing, summer, winter and fallThen there is the days I cant seem to know any one or thing at all.

Forward momentum perpetual in course, certainty without hesitation, directed of an outside source.

Divinitys gift, the Lovers trump, a golden chariot guided by one, half man half horse

Manifested for thy earthly experience of this Supreme celestial force.

Division as all is, the partition,  the viei.

As the myth, the legend;

Fantastical is the reality

As each individual is one and the same in each of its duality

Understanding the wisdom hidden from each self by the divine;

your conscious awareness unconsciously becomes myne

And in the depths of the sub the transmissions we receive,

Outwardly as confusion reflected but the eternal cannot deceive

Conscious of the unconscious decision within

We surrender our doubts to our guided truth and undoubtedly trust in what we believe

Stand under above what we understand

Sight on what we cannot see

Purposed by none other than destiny

Guided by the hidden hand

In duty we serve, in theory we weave

Moving through the illusions of the fabrics of tyme

Realistically working the delusions of the divine

Ones fantasy was at once anothers reality

Just as once it was myne

Realizations of impossible; yet somehow we know

Ones grip of reality forces anothers to let go

Holding the key to a puzzle

Does not unlock its mystery

Nor does removing the veil

Enable the blind to see

But one more piece

To understanding the fragments of me

 


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