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Please Scroll Down For Surreal Prison, Walking Cage, Another Universe, Growth of the Lands
Soul Ride
The day sky is like a blue dome,
that resonates sun and light of blue.
A joyous time to live and roam.
I wish for an empty day with you.
The night sky is like a black cloak,
covering the night half of our world.
Decorated with stars and smoke.
I witness one shooting like it's hurled.
My sore heart sobs one wish tonight,
sphering my body with a love mist.
Angelic source, hidden yet bright,
freeing my soul trying to resist.
My soul floats freely through a wall,
unable to hear, smell, touch or taste.
I hover to a mystic hall,
viewing your room as I glide with haste.
Your soul feels my presence, my glow,
surrounding you as the love clouds mix.
Anxious force pulls inside to flow,
releasing your soul, body panics.
Our spirits fly off together,
to explore the night under a cloak.
We soar through stars without weather,
until our bodies yearn souls to soak.
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Surreal Prison
Virtual walls press
against me, rooms
without bars, alike.
Mysterious navy blue
coats armed with
white pistols
walk, pace the artificial halls.
Mind never ceases
wandering all corners,
searching freedom
to no place. I fasten
belt of invisibility and wear
cap of anti-detection, prowling
with feet of air and evil
laughter in my diamond
belly. Crystal clean
escape through the
basement window of my mind
into dimensions of time.
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Walking Cage
Soul leaps inside,
encased within flesh tomb --
depressed suffocation.
Endless yearning,
body of an energy,
capsulized key.
Invisible body,
shining soul;
few beings see.
Hidden key within
true heart;
caged inside
clumsy exterior.
Unpolished hands,
tools of a doorway -- exit
my inner spirit
form a light,
reveal me.
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Another Universe
Magic power sparkles twisted hopes,
creation of subconscious spaces.
Hands of time glow into a new realm.
Oath to wizardry, Dreamweaver's castle.
Glimpse of reality shatters misty caverns.
Shadows never pass over morphed pastures.
An eclipse of olden nature burns,
gasping in the defiled atmosphere.
Trees flourish through buried dreams,
ancient lands thrive cold carved species.
Revelation frontier of virtual streams,
taunted worlds beyond abolished laws.
Breathless air roams black skies,
limiting blurred flourescent horizons.
Faded stars travel perceptual waves,
guided beginning of another universe.
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Growth of The Lands
Civilized humans roam
all over,
to experience,
improve,
grow life
on a speck.
Jungle backyard, another
tall land,
to sit,
step,
walk upon
an ant's world.
Mystical universe embodies
many worlds,
small,
large,
flourish through each other;
sea of lands.
© Copyright 2000 Kenneth Jp Drysdale