Fly From The Inside...

[letsjam]

I wrote this poem today...

Fly From The Inside.

The bright light of blind star in the end of tunnel…

And I’m striving to that light, I’m running…

…to my only shelter from the storm.

I’m running away from the silent port where

the waves of life became

too wild.

There, in port, I was unseen, alone and unheard.

So many people…

Have no things to do together.

Dreams and hopes. Possession.

Memories and smiles. Promises…

Where have you gone?

We talk about what’s happening, who’s doing what…

But everything has gone.

I won’t come back but maybe I’ll stay with you.

Don’t cry. I’ll be the light, I’ll be the pain,

I’ll be fire and ashes, winter and summer…

Far and near, short and endless, evil and angel,

Quick and awkward…

The eternal circle.

[Dr T]

Hello Letsjam,

Are you you or are you someone else? Is the safety/refuge you seek attainable or just beyond reach? Is the eternal circle that you cite a constant cyclical pattern that leads to the same thing or is it more of a spiral?

Thanks

Dr. T

[Guest Monica]

WOW!!! Very deep and very well put! You have alot of talent, LETSJAM. Please, copywrite your work and submit it.

[Dr T]

Hey Letsjam,

Please do not take my post as a put down. I was really asking about the root of your poem. Not the quality.

Dr. T

[letsjam]

Hello guys!

Monica, thank you for warm words :)

Dr.T., me is me. Letsjam is my screen name :) if you meant this. Well let me explain…

Have you ever felt lost b/c of dearest and nearest, friends or just things that have changed to the bad? Have you ever felt so bad as you were losing creative mood, inspiration and were dying inside a little each day cos of it? This poem is about this life. People really don’t care anything about each other, they live in shadows of negativity and envy. Friends…that smile in our side but then say nasty stuff behind your back. Friends who abandon you in a time of need. When they all are against you and your eyes are always washed with tears… When you lost the feedback with someone whom you loved and appreciated. People that make promises but never keep them. This world is full of different social problems, that revolution failed to solve. Those ones who have the power are full of optimistic belief in social progress, but…

When you are as tired from reality so you want to depart from it, that’s what I call “fly from the inside”.

For me personally… I feel emotions more powerfully than almost anyone. Emotions always find reflection in my creativeness of the period. The refuge I seek can be attainable, but there’s something to explain as well. This refuge for me is happiness. What makes me happy…I guess the peace of mind and harmony in my soul would make me happy - “If you don’t have those things, you don’t have yourself”. Also “happiness comes of the capacity to feel deeply, to enjoy simply, to think freely, to be needed”. My talents can make me happy, cos when you have so many things to do and improve, your talents become your rest and life. R.J. Baughan wrote:

“We find greatest joy, not in getting, but in expressing what we are... Men do not really live for honors or for pay; their gladness is not the taking and holding, but in doing, the striving, the building, the living. It is a higher joy to teach than to be taught. It is good to get justice, but better to do it; fun to have things but more to make them. The happy man is he who lives the life of love, not for the honors it may bring, but for the life itself”.

The eternal circle in poem means “constant cyclical pattern that leads to the same thing”. In poem I write, that inspite I’m running away, I will stay here in the form of light or pain, fire and ashes, winter and summer, I’ll be “Far and near, short and endless, evil and angel, Quick and awkward…”. Like whatever you look at, whatever you feel, it will reflect me. It’s not spiral cos spiral never end; things actually have its end; it’s more cyclical pattern of feelings, emotions or nature or something, that at the end will lead straight to me. I hope I cleared it for you :)

Thank you again.

Letsjam

[Arora_shmexy-chan]

i created a poem too{I love yours too though! ]

i call it The Ultimate

her eyes,though weary in a time of greif

look up to the sky then close in happpy reverance,

her aching face bows in thanks giving and speaks of happiness..

Happines?

where does this flower blossom if the soil like so much of the garden, is dead or dieing?

wait,if you look back, since the seeed was planted, you see it, yes the striving hands of the master,

the one true thing that stays, the one thing that lifted her when she fell

the one true thing that washed her hands of all the troubled times

The Ultimate thing that saved us all...Yes Ultimate.

The young girl gets off her knees where she'll go

we can't say,

only that where ever she goes the Master goes with her.