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UnspokenHow pure, your being.
Misfortunes like drifting snow,
And still you are warm.

When grey packs of misery
hound me, I picture your smile.

My familiar,
silence. A shadow dancer,
the partner for me.

Why bother questioning?
He dances flawlessly.
Mirror
Motionless, the pool
has trapped the vault of heaven,
spread before my feet.
On The PodiumThe art of conductivity
as the maestro explained,
is that the man with the baton

serves as a lightning rod,
earthing intuitions from god.
Hypnopompic
A key too rusted
to turn, a door once solid,
now rotting away.

As sentience stirs again,
the dream's images decay.
CadenzaSuppose each one of us older than the stars,
suppose that we are other than the ragged beggars we seem,
suppose that our engulfing slumber, our inner darkness,
is constantly erupting with the vanity of dreams.

Consider those uncounted aeons swallowed in the oceans
of that virtuality, where we, the ever drowning mariners,
must cling to the absurd shapes we call reality.

Will we, unknowing captives, ever be free?
Has liberty become our cage of captivity?
Oh yes, we writhe, our nakedness become despair.
as our frenzied touching reveals that nothing's there.
Air Force Revisited.
Flying fortresses,
dense enough to deflect light
yet insubstantial

Water drops suspended in
the high, thin air, wind sculpted.

(Originally:

Flying fortresses,
solid enough to impede light
yet made of nothing.

Water drops suspended in
the high, thin air, wind sculpted.)
AfterwordFunerary goods
always include coin to pay
the ferry man's fee.

What if we had always been wrong,
If none waited by the river?

The end of the line
had ever seemed likely
to leave the traveler

abandoned in empty space,
no hope of resolution.
Stranded 2
The end of the line
had ever seemed likely
to leave the traveller

abandoned in empty space,
no hope of resolution.
The Ladder Of JacobJacob dreamed. Though we may know nothing about what kind of man this father of patriarchs was, the record of his dream has been preserved. We have no way of knowing if this was indeed ever a dream that a man experienced. The story has him traveling alone, so artists have portrayed him. In the ancient text he settles for the night, resting his head on a stone.
As he sleeps the vision unfolds, he sees a ladder that reaches toward heaven from the earth, a ladder by which angels are ascending and descending.

He hears the voice of god, so he believes. The god tells him how remarkable he is. We might understand this vision as an allegory of his
Redundant
Industry no more,
the bustle of commerce ceased,
the tracks decaying.

As, long ago, the Roman roads
were overgrown and forgotten.
Overview
Has she ever seen
so much of her world at once?
all beneath her feet.

Will this moment completely
transform her understanding?
Explorer 2
Ghosts cast no shadows.
Shadow borrows its substance
from solidity.

Still the Dreamer must explore
the realm of shadows, all night.
The Perspective Of HokusaiThe great wave surges from the left. The image is frozen as the great tower of water crests. Slicing the mountainous sea, three fishing boats in motion from the right, are threatened with inundation when the wall of water must fall upon them as the wave breaks.

On the far horizon the snow-capped peak of Mont Fuji can be seen, tiny, against the momentary bulk of the wave. Yet and boats are necessarily transient. The foreground is full of the challenge of survival, a moment in the struggle that passes fast into oblivion. The mountain, that appears so small, is wrapped in its motionless tranquillity, its snow mantle dazzles the eye.

Close to,
Elsewhere
The cityscape is
forgotten. She's compacted
by anxiety.

Has she ever seen the streets
about her? She sleepwalks.
VisionaryInfinite wonders
beheld by the finite eye,
just for a moment.
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Blindfolded
The seen, the unseen
so close together. Only
our indifference

makes them all invisible.
We prefer not to see them.
Symbiotic
Closely together,
completely absorbed. They share
so many moments.
Crushing
No space for spirit,
the crushing weight
of anguish, of pain.

Yet release is within reach
If the prisoner lets go.
Overview
Has she ever seen
so much of her world at once?
all beneath her feet.

Will this moment completely
transform her understanding?
Zealot
His face has become
a mask of hatred. He hunts
invisible foes.

He understands destruction,
but cannot be touched by love.
Day's End
Shadow swallows light.
It proves indigestible,
so rich, so golden.

Yet when it fades completely,
the dark spirits will be free!

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The rungs rise and fall,
the direction is decided
by the starting point

so the climber discovers:
The way up is the way down.
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*Corvidae65 Feb 3, 2012
:nod: Well said, Alec
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*AlecBell Feb 4, 2012
Thanks very much, John!
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*Corvidae65 Feb 25, 2012
You're welcome :aww:
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*Canankk Dec 1, 2011
So good! :clap: :love:
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*AlecBell Dec 2, 2011
Thank you so much,Cana :love::bow:
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*Trippy4U Nov 30, 2011
It took him long enough to realize that he is just like the rest of us. We don't know whether we are coming or going :lol:
Wonderful poem and interpretation Alec :clap:
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*AlecBell Dec 1, 2011
:rofl::sun::nod:
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=Tigles1Artistry Nov 30, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
ALEC...W.:iconwowplz:.W
This one is really .... really incredible....... SO TO THE POINT... so beautiful.... SO TRUE...
:iconloveyouplz:.... thanks sooo much... YOU ARE FABULOUS my dear friend....
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*AlecBell Nov 30, 2011
I'm very pleased you like it, Teresa!
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=Tigles1Artistry Nov 30, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
:heart:
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