i caught it in the blink of an eye
the infinite moment before the lashes
veil the existence of vision
everything was so clear so near
so easily accessible and i understood it all
but then i slipped flipped and fell
anxiety ridden beaten and driven
i lost it, the moment grew too large
for me to coexist with it
or in it
on it- i was lost within
without it, i felt more than doubt
that it was an echo of some long
ago heard and strained shout
once strong it spout from some
ancients mouth
such sure sense of familiarity
seemingly surfacing emotions
that perhaps i did experience
a rare reality
a crossed connection
one that was tangibly inexplicable
i awakened with a ray of sun
in my eye
and in an instant of blindness
i could see
that these lines are an apparition
broken and obliterated
they cease to exist
but in a place
deep in my mind
i build bridges
i connect worlds
and facilate joy
i create my emotional state
and i elate to relate
to you
but my place
is within...
and without
where feelings so old
can feel so new.
My Response:
i'm perplexed by the notion
of this play-ground you speak of
it exists as a paradox
within its word's own descriptions
neither one matching the meaning
of its significant inscriptions
the ones that should be applicable
to our minds existing visions
the first word speaks play
and with each passing day
my mental dreams become only
an escape from reality
yet in an instant, i snap back
away from the trap
within my mentality
bringing me back
confounding me
sounding me
disallowing me
to continue to see
and bask in the ecstasy
of the dreams
that unwind
and exist
within my
mind
so how can we say play
when the beauty can't even be kept at bay?
the next word speaks ground
and that is a contradiction
of its own implication
when applied
to the minds destination
because destination implies solidity
within intentions of productivity
and unbounding creativity
yet my mind only gets rid of me
as if protecting me
from the visions i see
the people i yearn to be
the dreams of being free
from this burdensome reality
so how can we speak ground
when their is no stability to be found?
yet there is a light within this place
you speak of bridges we build
connecting each space
as if my inner eye
could continue to trace
each moment of sensation
creating a cosmic creation
of everlasting jubilation
sensations that can't be
felt, touched, viewed, smelled, or heard
only interwoven within inner logic
otherwise viewed as absurd
and a playground is just that
interwoven moments of joy
from the swings to the monkey bars
to the zip lines and the slides
a place where one child may get hurt
and eventually cry
the other child will smile
with life's gleam in his eye
so a mental playground indeed
this notion is akin to you planting a seed
within my own mind
and hopefully when i blink
my memory will forever exist
with it's eternally traced lines
Grider's Response:
and at that playground
set on the ground
anchored in sand
sat the jungle gym
creating a grid on the sky
a puzzle for the children
and a metaphor of the world
as they look,
and climb,
then master,
or so they think,
its squares
smooth curves
and skinny beams;
little do they know
its only the beginning
of life's incomprehensible challenges,
and, fortunately for them,
with their inexperienced minds,
and such fragile emotions,
and pure intentions,
their recess ends
and theie jungle gym is abandoned
just the playground of their minds
Robert's Response:
i felt the need to play
but got lost in the grounds
of my mental peripheral
i felt it so real i'd stay
and trade my pounds
for sentimental deferral.
perhaps my goal
was aligned with Soul
maybe i know
that i knew to let go
my thought seemed to jail
me
and all around spin
cyclically
recycling and winning the game
i became a headless nail
driven
into a plank paper thin
perfect
in purpose but inaccurate aim
here i aimed to escape
but wound up binded down
i'm rebuilding my place
within
with thoughts to how real
Space can feel
the ether between my dreams
and the game
flow from cosmic streams
all the same
what i was without
had been lost within
and i have no doubt
my play will soon begin...
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