Vision Ghost

Rookie - 5 Points (24/01/1979 / Epsom, East Surrey)

Some Kind Of Suicide - Poem by Vision Ghost

Lying on the tracks, awaiting the train of persecutions
To rage its fury across, my body of secret elevations
Eyes open to a red sky, which in fact is blood yearning
To my perceptions in passions, melting and uncovering

Never the person I could always be, but something better
Under handed display, for when I morph into the tender
As I want this world to know, who the hell I am today
Reaching to defend my pride, in such a wonderful way

As a dawn of the enterprise of me, comes now to birth
My only mother is this inspiration, and of infinites girth
A language calling to me, in such words of the unheard
That no other, this way touched, can be hearing the word

For me I rise to my feet, as the train screams past my face
Step only enough to avoid being hit, as I find a new grace
My heart is so pulsing in electricity, of this founded desire
Critical and so limitless as a strength, sets my eyes on fire

Feel as if I could ask a god, to lower the sun to let me shine
To be turning the tide and hold back a tsunami, to be mine
This I found to finally shatter, the boundaries within me
Now I can see beyond the air, and cliff face standing free

Where tendered seas clash, and buckle the land in conflict
Was this the reflection of the turmoil, in my dying crypt?
To dive into this ocean, and immerse myself in this glory
I can breathe as the whale steers, to acknowledge antinomy

Never blistered as I stride, through flames of their defiance
Governed by this heart and mind, now a singular alliance
Bonded by the soul, as I set my spirit free into this gravity
Pouring the fluid of my being, into a new grounds fertility

A scope is fathomed, and a new voyage is foreseen in bliss
As the screams of frustrations heard, from the train I miss
Raise my head to the faces, of the ones who tormented me
Eyes so emblazoned in elated animation, to be finally free

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 14, 2006

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 15, 2010

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