The darkness of the dream
That is the world
Can not stop me
For I am the reality
The one that basks in it.
The child of that illusion
Created by the mediocrity
Imposed by the dream
Of the world
Which is only a fog
Of the true reality
Knowing that for me
There is only one direction
That road I travel
Has not been mapped out
There is no compass
No true north
What is, is my truth
The reading is measured
By staying true to me.
I am the creator and its God
This is my heaven.
But it could be your hell
By your perception
For I will not be like cattle
That is corral
I am my own freedom
And I have wings
You may not see me fly
But I am gone
Soaring high in my sky
I can not be judged
For I myself do not
Believe in your credos
In this my positive energy
Will not be exhausted
All the wasted energy
You burn to try and stop me
Will destroy you and return to me
With what’s left of what is clean
In this I live.
to me your world
Is but a none sensible
Dream.
Remember, the simplicity
Of the impeccable word
Comments
Eddie
Love the poem, but it really needs to be separated into stanzas for a better understanding of it.
Rett
what a pleasure it is for me, to know an old friend is around. I miss you around the site. it's good to hear from you Capt.
Yes your right about the stanza, so under your sound advice, I've made the changes
thanks old buddy nice to see you again!
your old bud Eddie
I'm still around
Just a bit busy with things is all. *L* Good to see you back!
Mand
I thank you!
I have made many changes to this write, because the point of it can be missed "simplicity" for me means to always be truthful to yourelf, in this way everyone sees your truth that is filled with positive energy. and others can clearly see it and be truthful in return. It is the most simplice thing to achieve. it is done by always useing the "impeccable word" an agreement you make with yourselfs.
Please read "The Four Agreements" by Don Miguel Ruiz
again thank you!
Always Eddie
Shirley
yes that is one thing but it is a small part.
but even though I might be in the drivers seat, other can influence my thinking. but by staying true to myself, they waste their energy trying. What comes out of me weather I say it or write it it must be my truth.
I see how the outside world trys to domesticate me with its conventional thinking. things like , how i should act or think, or how A god should control my life. when in fact I am the creator of everything good or bad around me not some God. I myself am responsible there is no one else to blame. When good things happen in my life everyone trys to take credit for it, and when it's bad they say; he didn't listen to me, but the choices I make are mine and I except the good and the bad. this heaven is mine, I constructed it., and to you persay it is a hell. but it is my truth, so I am haapy with it.
thank you Little Witch, I always love your visits and comments!
Always Eddie
SIMPLY WONDERFULL
....... am the creator and its God
This is my heaven.
But it could be your hell
By your perception......
I was hoping
you would drop in
one creator
would love to
encounter
another
loved
that's it, one creator to another, I'm glad you see it how it should be.
respect to you, what ever your name is.
thank you for the visit to my heaven!
Always E
Rosina
My cold weather sweet, I'm happy you enjoyed it and see it's truth!
Always Eddie