Re-Weave __hindsight

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   ·° ¤¤¤ PAIN!!!!!!
 I HATE pain.
 Disturbs any pretense of stability.
 Sanity.
 Awareness of serenity.
 Temporarily destroys the possibility.
 Perceptual.
 Interpretational.
 Lack of any other validity.
 Or is that lack of clarity?
 Damn insanity.
 
 Fever dreams.
 Souring, bluring all realities seeming.
 Sympathy for the rat.
 Chewing off appendages.
 Never looking back at the trap.
 I HATE pain.
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   ·° ¤¤¤From a higher plane.
 Look deeper.
 Disconcerting isn't it?
 Look AGAIN!
 Look deeper.
 'Twas my own prayers hit the web.
 Ricocheting about inside my own head.
 Blessed Be indeed fool, that you've not yet joined the walking dead.
 
 HATE PAIN!!!
 Rains.
 Stains.
 Drains.
 
 Scream that its all a dream.
 Lie...
 Deny.
 Come children,
  share a bit of my nightmare.
 Don't bother being scared.
 Plenty for all.
 Nothing about it thats at all rare.
 Twisted possibilities.
 Sloowwww eternity.
 Forevers ever.
 Never?
 Fair?
 Are we born with our portion of luck?
 Methinks I've used mine all up.
 
 Eventually this insanity, too, will pass.
 
 Wish fast.
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   ·° ¤¤¤¤ °· »»»·°»»» °· »»»·°  ¤ ·° ¤¤¤  Interesting twist.
 To find my self, slipping over the edge again like this.
 Once, I thought this was hell.
 No.
 This is just my self.
 The space most un/comfortable to me.
 My way of occupying my SELF through eternity.
 Welcome to the way of the darker elf.
 The me I so often refer to,
 when I seem to speak of someone else.
 Joy, and Melancholy.
 Pleasure, and pain.
 All get their time and place.
 Each waxes, and wanes.
 I, throughout, remain......
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 ¤ °· »»» ·°¤Whose to say when the dark again might rise?
    Where does the light end? Where do the shadows hide?
    They that leap from the rising thoughts of my mind.
    Perceptions ever bending,  as the real and fantasy, entwine.
    Truth and lies, eternally dancing,
    on the strangest of fuzzy lines.
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   ·° ¤¤¤I write of MY life.
 Write of the things that come into being,
  or may even have always before my eyes been, in plain sight.
 Write of the things I see, and feel.
 Of my journey 'round lifes great wheel.
 Write my truth, and lies, that I tell to you.
 The things that others tell to me,
 that may, or may not be true.
 I write.
 Write of things I wish that were here before me.
 The things I wish I could touch, taste, feel, and see.
 Write too, the way I feel about you.
 How you make me feel about me.
 Write of the pains that strike so damn deep in my heart.
 That for reasons nearly beyond my comprehension,
 some seem to think of as art.
 I write.
 Write of strains.
 Things that do appear to be at first gains.
 Pains that leave stains.
 Raining
 Draining.
 Flying in the face of all.
 Slowing my growth to some higher plane.
 
 Insane.
 
 Punctuated by more pain.
 
 Shame.
 The madness I indulge in,
 playing at this game.
 
 
 Do not hide!
 Destabilize the lies!
 They that hide the reality of your souls pained cries.
 They that are the fantasies with which we blind our sight.
 They with which we resign ourselves to that which is NOT right.
 Damn the lies.
 Damn the lies behind which YOU might wish to hide.
 You may if you want.
 But it will work only for a time.
 Damn the lies......
 
 Why do you cover your eyes?
 Fight against the shades, that you might regain light!
 They that hide the reality of your souls agonized cries.
 They that are the fantasies behind which we hide our sighs.
 They with which we resign ourselves,
 again,
  to that which is NOT right..
 Damn the lies......
 
 Within, theres a bright place never hidden.
 A place untouched by that called by some, sin.
 A place that every being has at some point in their lives been.
 
 I have a mind that can fly!
 Wander round the world.
 Seeking answers to the questions.
 That cause me to ask the biggest.
 Which is always,
 "WHY?".
 I watch my mind
 Thoughts unfurl.
 Winding out past far stars.
 Hurled past suns shiningg over endless worlds.
 No end to this thought traveling past infinite pearls.
 I can fly!
 
 
 I saw today a dragonfly.
 Believe the gods have shown me for a purpose this beautiful sight.
 Creature of the water from the beginning of its life.
 Crawling forth into air and light.
 Riding the wind with natural predatorial delight.
 Flies as does my mind sometimes, it seems.
 Little touches it if it so deems.
 More powerful flier than any other that I've seen.
 Ever sees the world from many facets.
 Eyes consisting of ten thousand tiny glasses.
 Perpective different of everything it passes.
 
 I watch my thoughts fly to a higher beat,
  as things swing around and never continue to be,
  everything that each moment seems.
 The gods have gifted me,
  with the ability to see,
  for brief instances,
  how things may, or may not be.
 
 Never really sure as to what may or may not be.
 
  Its hard to focus so intently on reality.
 That which supposedly is everything.
 As life changes from that which is,
 to that which it may really be.
 
 Hear the rhythems blend into everything.
 Rocks the universe.
 Listen to it sing.
 Hear the reverb through every single thing.
 LISTEN!
 
 Can you hear the word?
 BE!
 No other demand unto any single being.
 BE!
 Be one with a universe that sings.
 BE!
 A part of the IS, that IS every thing.
 BE!
 
 One...
 
 All one and the same.
 
 All different, giving our selves seperate names.
 All seeing something different,
 yet seeking and playing the same game.
 Can there be such a thing as sane?
 Can we find the uncommon place where each is the other,
  and we all have the same name?
 Whether heaven, or the summerland.
 A place without within without.
 Never damned.
 Place where eternity is nothing.
 More!
 Beauty found in the smallest bit of dust or grain of sand.
 Where forever all does ever change,
  and everything remains in harmony that only gains.
 Unknown the concept of pain.
 Blind never was.
 And this word? Lame?
 
 Every desire innocent.
 Instant.
 Fulfilled without descent.
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