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The Weather Outside

innowen — Sat, 29 Mar 2003 20:11:08 +0000

The Weather Outside
(or if you will, a few thoughts)

In the razorblade cuts of mind
Brown eyes breathed angelic opera to my skin
The book smells antique dust
And, I know that I will awaken
again tomorrow, alone.

Tree of Humanity

innowen — Sat, 29 Mar 2003 20:09:49 +0000

The lines of age
Shroud the world
In a blanket of the divine.

In a blanket of the divine
Can be found
Hands of corruption,
That torture, tease and subdue
Seeking upward- escape
Downwards- control
The dance of power resides.
Freedom no longer with the wind.

Freedom no longer with the wind.
Knots, holes, stubs
Give a new twisted shape
To the beauty that
All but now seems like another dimension.
The exposure of the worlds within worlds.
Your outer bark stripped of beauty
Stolen, seared by the flame.

Stolen, seared by the flame
A new era emerges
Beauty rebuilds itself
From the past pains
New colors come forth from the old
No color, yet a tinge
Darks and lights
Reflecting the comprehension and demise
In a world within chaos.

In a world within chaos,
Where friends are foe
One thing remains
From the old is reborn the new
A hand-me-down evolution.
Survival of the fittest
Those with the strongest foundations
Will be the ones to pass the seeds.
And be the progenitors of the future,
To replant the trees to our salvation.

To Be Held

innowen — Sat, 29 Mar 2003 20:09:22 +0000

To be held
In your arms, it
the greatest feeling
Warmth… heartbeat, bleeds and blends
Into my own.

Wanted you badly… hurt and painpast
Prevents this. Two souls wanting the same thing
Too different, prevents this.

I want –LOVE
Eludes me, even myne own.
To live alone then? Am dreaming of a tyme
When it is just me and you
Two soul, four arms
and one dream.

A Stupidity of Humans

innowen — Sat, 29 Mar 2003 20:08:44 +0000

Rainforests, waste, and animal testing
What can it all mean?
A Stupidity of Humans
few who care
When will it stop-
Is this the result…
of an inhumane society?

We hear the stats
We see it on the news
Our vision is blurred…
with glorified thoughts of power
One planet, endlessly crying out
unanswered help
Is this the price we’ve paid…
to gain the knowledge?

Earthday and Greenpeace
have all but done their part
Alas, what little effect it has…
on this insecure world about us
Now it’s all up to us
the Inhabitants of the Living Earth
Is this our way of saying Thank You…
to a universe who has given us life?

I had a dream
That one day the mass killing
The destruction…
our rainforests,
the air we breathe,
all the beauty about, and abroad
Will all be but a black memory.

The Last Frontier
Some say it’s conquering space
Others believe it’s the discovery of an afterlife
That’s all but a Stupidity of Humans
The few of us who care…
we think it’s the regeneration of our home.
For, as the wise man says-
Beauty is in the mind of the beholder and
something this good comes only once in
-a lifetime.

Solitude in Harmony

innowen — Sat, 29 Mar 2003 20:07:33 +0000

The still silence of the day brings a life hidden from flame.
Hawk cries, shatters the silence as prey- life destroyed.
Wolf howls, lusting in moonlit sky waiting for answers, questions.
Stars hidden by fog’s blanket, peering with imagination.
Clouds rising in the morn music lulling the Mind to sleep.
The rain pours down, another fallen angel lost.

“I reach out with my mind to touch the solitude within others souls.”
# 16

Music is an Art

innowen — Sat, 29 Mar 2003 20:06:44 +0000

Music is an art
Like paint across canvas
The endangered crystal dragon trapped
Within the boundaries of the mind
Waiting for freedom to escape the harsh
facts… of reality
To make dreams come true
For, Music is an art
Like paint across canvas
A Never-ending Majic.

The Mind’s Eye

innowen — Sat, 29 Mar 2003 20:06:20 +0000

“Within the mind’s eye lays a vortex of knowledge waiting to be explored.”

Only the strongest of dreams
Are allowed triumph of existence-
In the fields of play seen as
Reality.

To each is given
A dream, a goal
Objectives seen through…
The test of time.
Objectives that lay hidden
The key within the mind’s eye.

Nowadays people coexist in abeyance
Far from the reach of Cronos
And the hands of fate.

Majician of the Universe

innowen — Sat, 29 Mar 2003 20:05:48 +0000

My epitaph to the world, as a legacy long forgotten, By no means lost- found

1. The attempts made
Dares broken,
Made me-
Rich beyond mortal’s
Most wildest dreams
Seen within the gateway
To one’s soul
Power, knowledge and
Age- lies here
Youth and maturity
Dreams made, realities won
Cries out to be seen, Loved,
Known- possibly not
To those
On a rollercoaster ride of Hell.

2. Those that dare
To attempt to care
Act and feel
Promises made to be broken
My heart cold as stone.

3. Where the once proud opTimist roams
Lies the Last
A stranger in her own home.
Never to be hurt- again
By the uncaring, angry
Deathgrip of society.

4. Hiding now
In my mountain home in
Imagination
I seek that what is attainable
The triumph- of imagination, spirit over
All else
For in the powers of the mind
Roams the untamed spirit
Knows no boundaries-
Only that what hasn’t been done.

5. This is ME. All that lies within me grow. Cockeyed opTimist and faerie lore
Combined and performed- intricate details
Maybe human maybe not. But all I know… Is that within me
The power that grows strong. Demanded, desire, and dreams that grow
from which the imagination controls. In the realm of the soul
Being stronger than the mind… This is the mystical mystery, That doth compose the majikal masterpiece- Of the Majician of the Universe- ME.

Lines

innowen — Sat, 29 Mar 2003 20:04:16 +0000

The floor
Has a unique shade of
Grey spotted with flecks of browns
And dirt from the
passers shoes- Clump
another human walks by
Reflecting a dark shadow
across the barrens of
the floor.
Light floods in
Detailing the lines etched
Passing towards and away
From each other, under doors
Of heavily traffic areas.
Staring up at the lonely
Blank and desolate faces,
Not without emotion but busy to
get another job done.

Humanity Fails

innowen — Sat, 29 Mar 2003 20:03:49 +0000

I have survived
All the hardships
And tests that life
Has thrown at me
Each day brings about
A new dawn of discovery
For life is a learning experience
And all that is about us
Is here for us to learn from
And grow, as each passing day
Ends,
with a recollecting memory
Of all the accumulation and acceptance
That this world has taught us.

Timestalkers we are…
walking through time
The wind in my face
Looking all about…
Past behind me now
The future- towards the sky
Before me lays

Into the fields I delve
Thinking into…
mysteries of thought
For,
The mysteries of thought
Can be revealed through
The eyes of one’s soul.

Like the phoenix from the ashes
Each dawn turns about
New discoveries
Just waiting to be experienced

Taking time out
From a once busy day
I stand atop the mountainside
Where nothing can ever stop me
In my dream unfolding.
That one day the balance on Gaia
Will be restored to her fullest, brightest
Beauty
And that
The perfection and beauty
Seen amongst Nature- as is
Reminds us all…
That where humanity fails-
The imagination triumphs.