Vision Ghost Poems

Not sure of what to make so of things for the reasons
That seems so damn unclear when the hurt now fathoms
Each and everyday seems a moment of self reflection
That doubts an existence of anything other than infliction
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Awoke on this cliff side with the tsunami fast approaching
Rain in bands like fists hammer down in natures releasing
Upon me is defiance of my passions raging through veins
My body that trembles with vigour, never so again in pains
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I can feel the pulse and hearts of almost every nation
Much sadness forcing tears so to the eyes perception
Such emotions going to waste when all we do is hate
Have you exhaled the breath of gods to so undulate?
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Pouring the heavens tears into my eyes wide open
Pass through me with spirits of conscious meridian
Let the clouds burst upon me and sweep away pain
Refresh the soul steal the bitterness and feed all grain
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Intellectual fuels for the mitochondria of every living cell
Binds in me a notion of electricity like the spark of the well
Deep and endless in abundance for what we choose to seek
And what the first loving words were when the child speaks
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Beyond animation of the existence in spatial dimensions of the physical
Draws their own reality taken to the grave once mortality in mortals coil
Has completed the time and partiality in life to the rotting of in the soil
Fold the time of the ghost to the mortal world in space and gravities foil
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Dazed, confused and succumbing to my own awakening
I’m facing skyward before my eyes are slowly opening
Back stiffened as I try to move and somehow try to find
Light that hurts as the day floods into my aching mind
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As miniscule elaboration of a single moment in this time
That encapsulates the significance of a life to the sublime
Though hindered by what we endeavour to be as so similar
To all that’s surrounding us in the darkness of hidden lunar
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Finally saw the day start with the rays of a sun I had missed
Perhaps maybe to be confident in something I had dismissed
So many places seen and people come and go in pathways
Of life’s general voyage in a timeless of here’s and anyways
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Can we seek eventual understanding of where such comprehension fades?
Before memories rust and the thoughts of passing events corrode in shades
To corners of the darkest reaches of our space unseen and yet unexplored
This frustration burns in me like St Elmo’s fire in eyes not so yet adored
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