:REALITY WITHIN AND WITHOUT:
If I can make my dreams a reality within my own mind feel real.
Why can I not make certain things I dream a reality out in the world my body lives.
Taking steps on water that dances like sound, in my ears, a song unheard and rare.
Beauty of rhythm can be felt, what beauty the mind holds and how it feels like multiple rides.
Within and without, I have no doubt, that this reality is a dance and sin.
Because it feels so right and sometimes so wrong. But life is your story, and we can write it without and with a pen.
To be touched without being touched, recognise this..
do you feel it now do you taste it without flavour upon the tongue.
We can imagine texture we can imagine taste and remember sounds. What strange things our own within can conjure.
How the gentlemen is a devil, and the ego is a saint.
Where is our truth when demons cry for the innocent and angels smirk at blood on their hands.
Can such a twist linger!
We suffer with tears, that do not fall.
We laugh with a belly that jiggles in pain.
Sometimes laughter can make more tears then grief.
And so my darling, a song yet to be sung, a hand yet to be held, a thought yet to be said by the voice within,
and we feel the wait drop off the metaphorical shoulders with a sigh of Relief!
Cradle the child within, and mature the child without.
The mask we present to others, is a mask dropped in our own realities,
we can be who we are in the minds of self. Yet we must be multiple faces in the world without.
So can we bring reality, to something we dream,
into the physical world of hardship and invisible grasp of sense to more,
darling I have no doubt.
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SOUL POETRY
PoetryPoetry of the soul, a journey to what we conceive of our world, mind, body and soul. A perspective on reality and the beyond all. To look within is a harder task. But to take the journey with me. To see what I see. Can you take my hand and walk besi...
