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Bluelighter
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- Oct 16, 2004
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If I was only a rock,
I could avoid the clock,
Left to only lay,
By the side of a gentle bay,
Dodging the years,
Audience to everyone’s tears.
If only I was a rock,
I wouldn’t need to eat,
Plundering another’s success for a fancy dress,
Persisting through rain and sleet,
On the side of a gentle bay,
Let roll where the waves might take me.
If only I was a rock,
Laying by the side of a gentle bay,
I could let the waves take me,
Where I may,
On mysterious journeys to find what I could see,
Rolling on down,
Down Down along the ground,
Under the water,
Among the fishes and the coral,
I would pass all time,
All time would be mine.
And there I would lay,
Making conversation with the sea,
About galaxies lost,
And liquid souls,
Philosophers long overdue,
There under the seas far away from time.
If only I was a rock,
I could lay there under the waves,
With all my other rocks,
And fishes too,
Id leave behind whatever remnants of thought,
I could manage to pretend,
Id mend whatever I could pretend,
Pretend I could mend you,
Laying there under the waves,
Listlessly wasting away my days,
Beneath my own stagnant haze,
Beneath my shiny solid gaze
At all the fishes passing,
Beyond time I would persist, everlasting.
If only I was rock,
I could forever roll,
Wherever I may under the sea,
Without paying a toll in money or time,
Sealed neatly within my interior,
Nor inferior, nor greater than I may,
I am rock, and I lay there hard all day.
Until the slow waves of time,
Eat away at my solid shell,
I at last would face times spell,
There among the fishes and coral,
I would fall to pieces,
Among the sand I would then float,
Rolled away until I became no more than a particle,
No more than a cushion for ones feet,
The last considerations of ones mind,
The missing article,
No more than a particle,
And against my fellow men would I grind,
There on the beaches of yellow away from time.
If only I was a plant,
I could grow there,
Leeching whatever virtue the soil may grant,
Growing there,
I as a plant.
Stuck all in one place all day,
Letting the wind have me sway,
Across the meadows of earth my scent would travel,
Always relaxed, always silent, always rested, no need to unravel.
Here there and everywhere,
I cant feel my toes,
Just everything goes and everything flows,
From the bottom to the top,
I have no power to stop,
My journey to the canopy,
So I may look out upon the rest of the forest,
And see what power bred me.
Lacerating my roots into the soil beneath a sky of green,
I would continually sit enjoying the violent scene,
Beneath the forest canopy where its one great war,
So quiet and so still,
Waiting for the music to explode in trill echoes from the mountain tops afar
Waiting for the inevitable to be burned into my existence without a trace,
Without a scar.
And so there Id lay in the midst of a chaotic clashing of consciousness,
In the middle of a million souls,
A insect on my bark throwing convulsions throughout my body in drolls,
No sense of time or dying
Inside a second Id still be forever lying,
There in the midst of everyone’s dying.
I as a plant,
There growing entombed within my leaves,
Casting shade on my competitors below,
For the nutrients down there in the soil,
Far beneath the snow.
If only I was a bird,
I could fly free up high among the skies,
Only a speck of light in everyone’s eyes,
A joy and happiness to behold,
Id fly there up in the sky until my time to die.
Flying up there in the sky so high,
The air beneath my wings singing to me silent songs,
Of all the birds that flew before,
Above dragons, a greedy rulers merciless throngs,
But not to their worry,
High above the sky,
Id avoid all pain and all torment Id burry,
High up there in the air beneath my wings,
And the air beneath my wings, continuously sings,
Of dragons, and a greedy rulers merciless throngs,
That would look up at the sky,
To see my wings beating and my throat blaring pleasant songs,
That would give them hope that they might not yet die.
I look down upon the world so fresh and clean,
The rays of the sun shining down through the clouds,
In warm and friendly beams,
Seams of Happiness and peace closing behind my wings,
Id forever fly giving hope to those doomed to die.
But yet the sun would set on my time eventually,
And my time of happiness and hope would give to night,
But not before in the tops of some ancient tree,
A nest I made would send my offspring off to sing songs of their own,
Off among the world to give hope to those soon to die,
And so my race would forever fly high up there among the sky,
Off there in the reflections of someone’s eye.
Those are three poems I just decided to write. What you guys think of the poems would be nice as feedback.
I could avoid the clock,
Left to only lay,
By the side of a gentle bay,
Dodging the years,
Audience to everyone’s tears.
If only I was a rock,
I wouldn’t need to eat,
Plundering another’s success for a fancy dress,
Persisting through rain and sleet,
On the side of a gentle bay,
Let roll where the waves might take me.
If only I was a rock,
Laying by the side of a gentle bay,
I could let the waves take me,
Where I may,
On mysterious journeys to find what I could see,
Rolling on down,
Down Down along the ground,
Under the water,
Among the fishes and the coral,
I would pass all time,
All time would be mine.
And there I would lay,
Making conversation with the sea,
About galaxies lost,
And liquid souls,
Philosophers long overdue,
There under the seas far away from time.
If only I was a rock,
I could lay there under the waves,
With all my other rocks,
And fishes too,
Id leave behind whatever remnants of thought,
I could manage to pretend,
Id mend whatever I could pretend,
Pretend I could mend you,
Laying there under the waves,
Listlessly wasting away my days,
Beneath my own stagnant haze,
Beneath my shiny solid gaze
At all the fishes passing,
Beyond time I would persist, everlasting.
If only I was rock,
I could forever roll,
Wherever I may under the sea,
Without paying a toll in money or time,
Sealed neatly within my interior,
Nor inferior, nor greater than I may,
I am rock, and I lay there hard all day.
Until the slow waves of time,
Eat away at my solid shell,
I at last would face times spell,
There among the fishes and coral,
I would fall to pieces,
Among the sand I would then float,
Rolled away until I became no more than a particle,
No more than a cushion for ones feet,
The last considerations of ones mind,
The missing article,
No more than a particle,
And against my fellow men would I grind,
There on the beaches of yellow away from time.
If only I was a plant,
I could grow there,
Leeching whatever virtue the soil may grant,
Growing there,
I as a plant.
Stuck all in one place all day,
Letting the wind have me sway,
Across the meadows of earth my scent would travel,
Always relaxed, always silent, always rested, no need to unravel.
Here there and everywhere,
I cant feel my toes,
Just everything goes and everything flows,
From the bottom to the top,
I have no power to stop,
My journey to the canopy,
So I may look out upon the rest of the forest,
And see what power bred me.
Lacerating my roots into the soil beneath a sky of green,
I would continually sit enjoying the violent scene,
Beneath the forest canopy where its one great war,
So quiet and so still,
Waiting for the music to explode in trill echoes from the mountain tops afar
Waiting for the inevitable to be burned into my existence without a trace,
Without a scar.
And so there Id lay in the midst of a chaotic clashing of consciousness,
In the middle of a million souls,
A insect on my bark throwing convulsions throughout my body in drolls,
No sense of time or dying
Inside a second Id still be forever lying,
There in the midst of everyone’s dying.
I as a plant,
There growing entombed within my leaves,
Casting shade on my competitors below,
For the nutrients down there in the soil,
Far beneath the snow.
If only I was a bird,
I could fly free up high among the skies,
Only a speck of light in everyone’s eyes,
A joy and happiness to behold,
Id fly there up in the sky until my time to die.
Flying up there in the sky so high,
The air beneath my wings singing to me silent songs,
Of all the birds that flew before,
Above dragons, a greedy rulers merciless throngs,
But not to their worry,
High above the sky,
Id avoid all pain and all torment Id burry,
High up there in the air beneath my wings,
And the air beneath my wings, continuously sings,
Of dragons, and a greedy rulers merciless throngs,
That would look up at the sky,
To see my wings beating and my throat blaring pleasant songs,
That would give them hope that they might not yet die.
I look down upon the world so fresh and clean,
The rays of the sun shining down through the clouds,
In warm and friendly beams,
Seams of Happiness and peace closing behind my wings,
Id forever fly giving hope to those doomed to die.
But yet the sun would set on my time eventually,
And my time of happiness and hope would give to night,
But not before in the tops of some ancient tree,
A nest I made would send my offspring off to sing songs of their own,
Off among the world to give hope to those soon to die,
And so my race would forever fly high up there among the sky,
Off there in the reflections of someone’s eye.
Those are three poems I just decided to write. What you guys think of the poems would be nice as feedback.
