Supraecstases

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    Supraecstases

    Being conscious is not enough
    For hope to germinate
    The seed is soft within the rough
    Slander of Truth, smother and depricate
    The precious, the fragile, and the kind
    Into the reverse of nature
    And the fallacy of fate
    O hide me from the lies
    Thick the veil that made me blind
    To Truth, sullying my essence
    All the fibers of falsity negate
    The need for repentance
    Causes the universe to rupture
    But it's never too late
    To hold on to innocence
    To climb the heights of existence
    Find the edge of reality, the silence
    That can make one great

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    aapolyk commented on Supraecstases

    06-21-2009

    Wow! It's really a great poem can't wait to read more of your poems. What inspired you with the idea of this poem and to write poems.
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    LadyBri1981

    06/24/2009

    Well . . . some of it comes from philosophy and the fact that we want to stand out in this universe, being so small and fading in this life. But, sometimes there are things that happen to you along the way that make you forget that you are unique, special among all mankind. My poem is about the need to remember your innocence and how important it is to realize who and what you really are, and how you fit in into the big picture in this evanescent existence of ours. I grew up reading a lot of British poetry and philosophy, so I guess you can say that's what has inspired me, but also, my personal experiences, my friends, and the music I listen to (Epica, Within Temptation, and After Forever). Thanks for your comment, and good luck with your wonderful poetry. :-)

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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