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Subject: Isolation

Author:
D.Lester Young (White Eagle Poetry)

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Date Posted: 21:55:01 05/13/02 Mon
Author Host/IP: mbusix.mbusiext.com/208.62.61.194

In a room too small to breathe my mind shrinks
I evaporate into a puddle of emotion afraid to crawl
For the pain of reality means you must contribute
But to open the war wounds creates such pain
The chair sweats in anger for the abuse of its time
As words cling together in static charges
But yet diffuse you so, in mixed messages
The screen blurs from eyes that have cried for too much time
As sleepless nights go into listless days
The evolving circles make you heartsick
How can so much be within you
And no spigot will release it

In a flash of night into day
Of good into bad
Of mind over matter
Your spirit rises from its hellhole
In small inspirations of unknown proportions
The puzzle develops like a masterpiece
With no theme
As you put together your nightmare
Your mind sharpens to see an exterior vision
Of intense gravitational pull
Excuse me I have to go to the bathroom
You recover to feel exhilarated
That your constipation was built up frustration

Now that the room has somehow expanded
The keys to sanity start to click creating words
That spell checks correct for you in improved vision
The exhilaration somehow makes you sweat in anticipation
For the mind is actually working
In such an intensity that it surely must burst in pride
Yes the flow is there and the music is coming
And even the cat is know purring
Oh notes creates the words to flow with you
In the harmony of releasing me
From this solitary confinement
As the towels takes the sweat from my naked body
My mind prances on a flight of freedom
Swirling in the free spirit of Indian dances
The circle now complete
The mind must release the mystic trance

Garden of pure ecstasy flower within me
Creating a floral arrangement in aromas too wild to imagine
Let the winds carry me like a newborn baby
Ready to start the voyage of extreme creativity
To sleep upon clouds of imaginations
In stars that will create my universe
Of immense proportions
That I will see the light from every direction
In the softness of humanity at its best
Let me have the colors of never ending variation
To build my heaven out of a hellhole of isolation
Let me paint my way out in brilliant words
Creating magic walls to pass threw
Into the imagination of vivid readers
That floats before me now non-tethered
Reaching such peace
That they now feel enlightened

I must retire to my isolation
To go to another level
Until my words hit the souls
That drives me out of my seclusion

Email me at davelyoung1@hotmail.com
D.Lester Young (05/13/02)
Tuscaloosa, AL
http://www.authorsden.com/visit/author.asp?AuthorID=5012
Copyright � D.Lester Young (White Eagle poetry)

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Re: Isolation	Deb	13:33:25 05/15/02 Wed