Stroll Through Myself

Ok, this challenge, I want a little poem about you, walking through yourself.

Rules:
You have to be walking inside yourself, (Take this how you want, you could be walking through billions of cells, or through a figurative world of where you are walking)

You could be going through your mind, heart, stomach, ect...

Any style, any length, any rhyme scheme or none at all.

just have fun :P

RE: Stroll Through Myself

Great challenge JP, I will try to work on something new, but I am posting this old one which I believe applies in its own right to bump the thread and keep it going. If I complete a new one I will post it too. I wrote this one a ways back about a love at the time, who was far away at the time of the write. And I wrote this to her telling of my dream. In my dream since she was not near I could only be with her in my imagination, so this is sort of a stroll through my mind, or my consciousness with her.

Realm of Delusion

Meeting in the Realm of Delusion,
Together we traveled the tranquil
valleys of my imagination, past the
rolling hills of self-doubt, and beyond
the deserted plains of despair

We nestled for a time on my
peace of mind, watching the
setting sun cast a shadow
over my lonesome heart, as we
traded our poetry all the while

Your words are so brilliant,
I cower at their beauty
Your Beauty so radiant,
I cower at its brilliance

I look into your eyes and
get lost in your stare, then you
guide my way by the light
of your smile. My mind so powerful
but still I fail to replicate the essence
of your loveliness

Laying on our backs we gaze up
to the open skies of my perception
to see the neurons of my mind
firing fiercely

It appears to be a meteor shower of emotion

We pretend they are shooting stars

While making our wishes we are soon
interrupted by the planes of reality
flying overhead...

...Breaking the Silence

http://www.originalpoetry.com/realm-of-delusion

Thanks JP, ~Spence

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Pacing the halls of self contemplation,
Examining the paintings of past and present,
A timeline of my limited reminiscences,
To fabricate in my contemplation the next.

Wading through my ideas and sketches,
A noose?
A lie?
A carapace?
An angel...

I'm not going to paint the essence of my mind,
All the vibrant colors the world wants to see,
I'm going to construct this attendant of god,
In the monochrome that aroused its significance,

Back to the canvas,
arms cradling itself,
head between its knees,
Clad in nothing but skin,

Rows of unscathed feathers,
Pattern its elongated muscles of flight,
Yet all but perfect from the prolonged fall,
As its master took light of its wings,

Scars written on its back,
From whips, chains, and blades,
Stories of hell and the sacrifice he made,
To crawl in, and pull a soul from the fier's grasp,

Each journey took its debt,
Suffering,
equivalant to a human's death,
As he swam the lava that the soul lay,

No thank you for the salvation,
It recouperates for its next fare,
Sitting in his own sobs,
To cool off his burns,

I sign the story as my own,
Hang it on my wall,
Not a piece of time,
but the definition of what I hold true,

I need not paint anymore,
I hold the crystal ball in my hands,
I will save every soul I can,

Even if,

in the end,

I am damned

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I am a dry cell battery
with energy, efficiency
with high-mind operation speed
but not the snort that makes nose bleed.

and usually, I am laughing
though maybe I should be mourning
my youth engrossed in songs of me
but here I am, in honesty

a mental dot with hair in knots
with reaching limbs and some forgots
a small blue star in dark space land
I look, like you, for purpose and

another life-form, traveling
where all of us are spiraling.

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RE: Stroll Through Myself: IN AND OUT OF ME

My Mind, let us take a quiet walk!
Where? Here! Where else ? Somewhere where we can talk?
This inward hike of mine could be all fine,
You must lead while I am led to define.
What a feeling –yet moody to be free,
Walking myself inside of me! Inside!
Inside this large mass of protoplasm
Wandering in a dark and deep chasm.


Laugh! Eh-eh-eh-sh! Am I mad or sad?
No-no! Excitedly, so bubbly glad !
Like turning out a new unworn plaid coat,
To look at the pattern of fashioned cloth.
From outside inside how so untidy
It’s like unfinished a sad comedy.
A tragedy? Yes-yes! Tragi-comedy!
Yes-yes! Yes, tragi-comedy ! Chequered!
Horrendous sights I curiously find
Where raw fresh beef looks like the flesh of swine;
A massive engine shunting time suspense,
Where mystic ingenuity was spent.


I wandered in wonder along a lane .
Amidst a grove of wavy, ghostly cane.
I then entered a clump of thick brush wood,
There were flowers in plenty as they should.
Inside of me complete is a complex maze,
To walk inside of me a dreamy craze.
And those millions of minute men armed
To defend me from attacks they are formed.
That heavy mass of red is my liver.
What an horrible lump is my ticker!
Bump-bump--ah-ah! Bunping against a box,
It’s the life rhyme to time! Tick-tock! Tick-Tock!


How now is this grey convoluted jell,
Will not any innermost secrets tell?
Claims some knowledge the one receptacle,
With shreds of wisdom makes a spectacle..
Why, that obnoxious sack—a garbage bag
Inside of me! Ah me! That smelly bog!
It seems always too hungry a furnace,
Food to devour I need to address..
Why is the water of life so, dark red,
Is it from some dark cavern in torrent fed?
What proffers that puffy pale wheezing mass,
It seems to weary of its heaving task,
To be blowing out like a big balloon,
It’s a horrible pink spongy buffoon!


I see rods and bars of white matter,
Held together by straps like grey leather.
Some move and hold in a curious cage.
So designed and formed by a crafty sage.
And others hold so firm and outwardly
Well moulded mass so soft yet so firmly.
And what are those blades like my steely spade,
Are they to bear burdens and loads so made?
And those are two golf balls in a reticule,
We name them testicles not to ridicule
That they test and tickle so well to please,
But moreso I find very alluring
To father child with woman adoring..

I walked all the lanes in search of my soul.
Alas! I wander’d in vain to reach the goal;
Let me walk again this my outward road,
Outside of me to lay my lighter load.
Outside of me, clearer light I see still,
Hope , humour, wisdom my spirit to fill.

Last edited by cousinsoren 06-02-2010 at 02:55:34 PM

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So I dialed the phone of magic
(How it got there I don't know)
And called the lad that I had been
Those many years ago.

"Hello", I said, as he picked up.
"You won't believe it's true
But I'm calling from your future
And who's calling you is...you!"

"Hey, who the hell is this??"he said.
"You dial your number wrong?
Or maybe this is just a joke..
Ok, I'll play along."

"You always were a smartass, boy",
I told him as I smiled.
You had that way about you ever
Since you were a child."

"I'm gonna give you some advice
And then it's up to you.
How you wind up when you reach me
Depends on what you do."

"I know you like to spend a lot
And when you're broke, it sucks.
It might not be a bad idea
To save a couple bucks."

"Ten bucks a week is not too hard.
You spend that much on beer.
You'll be surprised at how much you
Will have when you get here."

"Be sure to go to college, boy.
I know you don't like to study
But you gotta have diplomas
If you want to be somebody."

"You always were a handsome lad
No problem with the chicks.
Whenever you walked in a room
You always had your pick..."

But there is more to women than
Nice lips or shapely thigh.
Look for their inner beauty
And the twinkle in their eye."

"And when you find the one for you
And raise a family
Don't ever turn your back on your
Responsibliity."

"You'll find out when you reach my age",
I spoke into the phone,
"That there is nothing worse in life
Than living it alone."

"Well, that's all entertaining, man
Whoever you may be
But you can save that sad advice
For anyone but me!"

"Save money? I don't make that much
And what I make, I spend.
I'd rather use it while I'm young
Than be rich at the end."

"There are no rich men in the grave.
I'll leave no song unsung.
I'd rather sample all of life
While I'm still strong and young."

"And college? No, that's not for me.
I'm pretty smart, you know?
I'll find some way to use my wit
And make a pile of dough."

"I won't be sitting, waiting for
Some social security.
I'm gonna be a big success
'Cause I believe in me!"

" I'm looking for that perfect girl
Who has a golden heart
But long, smooth legs and perky breasts
Are where I like to start!"

"Gather rosebuds...sow wild oats. That's
What they say to do.
I plan to gather and to sow
A lot before I'm through!!"

" Hey, I enjoyed this, mystery man,
Whoever the heck you are
But I gotta go. The gang is
Waiting for me at the bar."

"Take care, old man" were his last words.
I heard the line go dead
And sat there in my empty house,
With memories in my head.

The SS check would come tomorrow.
I would be well-fed.
I got up from my easy chair
And hobbled off to bed.

I'd tried to tell him - or tell me
Based on the life I had
But couldn't make him change his ways
And, to tell the truth, I'm glad.

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Originally Posted by Balladeer

So I dialed the phone of magic
(How it got there I don't know)
And called the lad that I had been
Those many years ago.

"Hello", I said, as he picked up.
"You won't believe it's true
But I'm calling from your future
And who's calling you is...you!"

"Hey, who the hell is this??"he said.
"You dial your number wrong?
Or maybe this is just a joke..
Ok, I'll play along."

"You always were a smartass, boy",
I told him as I smiled.
You had that way about you ever
Since you were a child."

"I'm gonna give you some advice
And then it's up to you.
How you wind up when you reach me
Depends on what you do."

"I know you like to spend a lot
And when you're broke, it sucks.
It might not be a bad idea
To save a couple bucks."

"Ten bucks a week is not too hard.
You spend that much on beer.
You'll be surprised at how much you
Will have when you get here."

"Be sure to go to college, boy.
I know you don't like to study
But you gotta have diplomas
If you want to be somebody."

"You always were a handsome lad
No problem with the chicks.
Whenever you walked in a room
You always had your pick..."

But there is more to women than
Nice lips or shapely thigh.
Look for their inner beauty
And the twinkle in their eye."

"And when you find the one for you
And raise a family
Don't ever turn your back on your
Responsibliity."

"You'll find out when you reach my age",
I spoke into the phone,
"That there is nothing worse in life
Than living it alone."

"Well, that's all entertaining, man
Whoever you may be
But you can save that sad advice
For anyone but me!"

"Save money? I don't make that much
And what I make, I spend.
I'd rather use it while I'm young
Than be rich at the end."

"There are no rich men in the grave.
I'll leave no song unsung.
I'd rather sample all of life
While I'm still strong and young."

"And college? No, that's not for me.
I'm pretty smart, you know?
I'll find some way to use my wit
And make a pile of dough."

"I won't be sitting, waiting for
Some social security.
I'm gonna be a big success
'Cause I believe in me!"

" I'm looking for that perfect girl
Who has a golden heart
But long, smooth legs and perky breasts
Are where I like to start!"

"Gather rosebuds...sow wild oats. That's
What they say to do.
I plan to gather and to sow
A lot before I'm through!!"

" Hey, I enjoyed this, mystery man,
Whoever the heck you are
But I gotta go. The gang is
Waiting for me at the bar."

"Take care, old man" were his last words.
I heard the line go dead
And sat there in my empty house,
With memories in my head.

The SS check would come tomorrow.
I would be well-fed.
I got up from my easy chair
And hobbled off to bed.

I'd tried to tell him - or tell me
Based on the life I had
But couldn't make him change his ways
And, to tell the truth, I'm glad.


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Mr, Balladeer, Sir, Listen to me!

In Jamaica, when you are firing and crackling with humour, we say ,"Yuh wickid!:"

Translation"

"You're wicked!" meaning "you are tremendously good at what you do.".........

Last edited by cousinsoren 06-02-2010 at 08:06:01 PM

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Thank you, cousinoren. Wickid works for me!

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As I travel the landscape of my heart,
I contemplate each of the finest qualities
and discover just how many
began with a foundation of…you.

I turn down the path and
view the Meadow of Friendship.
Its appearance has changed drastically
since you entered my life,
and as such, each of the flowers
fittingly echoes the color of your eyes,
teal with gold flecks.
Because of you
I was no longer only a friend to others.
You revealed the secret of how to be in
both positions at once
by being a friend to me.
I would let others depend on me
yet you were first who encouraged me
to depend on you.

Wandering further, I come to
the Mountain of Expression.
Images of your smiling face
ring the base of this massive tower.
Your influence transformed
this molehill into the
magnificent Mountain before me.
Because of your emphatic campaign,
I was determined to
make myself heard
and started to believe in Me.

Next on my journey
was the Ocean of Faith.
Formerly a mere puddle,
my Ocean is now expansive and full,
dancing with reflections
of your countenance
in so many waves.
You alone, with your rainstorms
of compassion and love,
made my Ocean swell to life.
You taught me how to believe and
not only in other people.
You proved I could liberate myself
from sorrow and loneliness
by flinging myself,
fully and with abandon,
into Faith in God.

The landscape of my heart
is decorated lavishly throughout
with reflections of you
and the joy you offered to my life.
And while I remain absolutely Me,
I am honored that you,
tirelessly and generously,
encouraged the discovery
of exactly who that would be.