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We took ourselves so seriously.
He and I
and she and I
and all of those long-dead faces sliding by
on the other side of the paradigm
of those to come
that went before,
and there’s a rainbow outside my door
that the dog on the floor can’t see
because he’s blind.
Shades of deepest blue behind
volcanic grey clouds
trying to cover up the sky –
me –
and I took myself so seriously.
So, the sky, the clouds, the rainbow
I am the awareness that allows them to be,
the bird on the aerial singing to me,
a wood fence on which only dead grass seems to grow…
Wouldn’t you know?
I’m tiny
but so are you
together, though,
we’re huge.
The birds are squealing in the apple tree
and you and me
are One.
For all the truths I’ll never know
I feel, and I see
Me in You, and You in Me.
And sometimes I feel it all
our struggle, our possibility
yours and mine
hampered by time and inspired by the death
of who we ought to be
enclosed on all sides by a wall
of their sound.
“Pointless!” they scream, “Undeserving!” they yell, “Different!” they cry,
as their confused, frightened faces slide by
heavy, grey clouds across the sky.
We are Divine,
You and Me.
No need to fear.
Those screams are a whisper,
and then they disappear.
As everything seems to pass and drift away
but Peace,
the radiance behind it all
the wonders that never cease
when we acknowledge who we are –
Love –
pulsing in time with the heart-beat of the Earth.
What moments are we still, inside?
A sleeping face and early morning, warm skin
do we breathe it in?
And when we hear Truth
do we let it set us free
open ourselves consciously
or hide,
from the Love that will not be denied
beneath this skin
this sky
within every cell of our bodies
the Universe lies in cosmic synchronicity
with Love and Truth,

15 Feb 09

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i think this is a raskolniikov post.

welcome back, dude.
how you been?
: )
 — fractalcore

Oh, sorry.  Not raskolniikov, but I'm flattered by the reference.  Thanks.
 — unknown

this was so beautiful.

"it's 11:11 and now you wanna talk"

where did you get your 11:11 title from?
 — dismantleme

I'm seeing it everywhere, 11:11.  Daily.  It feels like a part of me recognizes something familiar when it appears, and I get a sense of 'wow'.  But, meh, I'm not doing the experience justice, really...

Thanks for the feedback, though, I'm happy you enjoyed it :)
 — unknown

It's said that when it's 11:11 (I used to see it all the time too.) that you're supposed to make a wish before it becomes 11:12.  The same thing applies with 1:11.  If it's 2:22, 3:33, 4:44 or 5:55, your wish comes true that many times more.  Try it and may your wishes come true!  :-)
 — starr

Thanks for that, starr.  I'm starting to research, and there's a few bits of info and ideas about it on the web, some of which matches your understanding of it.
 — CervusWright

After reading your poem and the comments...I thought I would share this intriguing bit of info that was doing the email circuit:

The Secret behind the number 11

Pretty Chilling - read to the bottom.  Try it out.  
If you are a sceptical person - still read on as it's actually very interesting!!
This is actually really freaky!! (Mainly the end part, but read it all first)

1) New York City has 11 letters
2) Afghanistan has 11 letters.
3) Ramsin Yuseb has 11 letters.  (The terrorist who threatened to destroy the Twin Towers in 1993) 
4) George W Bush has 11 letters.  
This could be a mere coincidence, but this gets interesting: 
1) New York is the 11th state.
2) The first plane crashing against the Twin Towers was flight number 11. 
3) Flight 11 was carrying 92 passengers. 9 + 2 = 11
4) Flight 77 which also hit Twin Towers, was carrying 65 passengers. 6 + 5 = 11
5) The tragedy was on September 11, or 9/11 as it is now known.  9 + 1+ 1 =11
6) The date is equal to the US emergency services telephone number 911.

Sheer coincidence..?

Read on and make up your own mind:

1) The total number of victims inside all the hi-jacked planes was 254.  
2 + 5 + 4 = 11
2) September 11 is day number 254 of the calendar year.  
3) The Madrid  bombing took place on 3/11/2004.   3 + 1 + 1 + 2 + 4 = 11. 
4) The tragedy of Madrid happened 911 days after the Twin Towers incident.

Now this is where things get totally eerie:  
The most recognized symbol for the US, after the Stars & Stripes, is the Eagle. The following verse is taken from the Koran, the Islamic holy book:

"For it is written that a son of Arabia would awaken a fearsome Eagle. The wrath of the Eagle would be felt throughout the lands of Allah while some of the people trembled in despair still more rejoiced: for the wrath of the Eagle cleansed the lands of Allah and there was peace."  

That verse is number 9.11 of the Koran.

Unconvinced about all of this still ..?  
Try this:  

Please do the following:

1. Highlight the Q33 NY. This is the flight number of the first plane to hit one of the Twin Towers.
2. Change the font size to 48.
4. Change the actual font to the WINGDINGS……………………
What do you think now???? 
 — unknown


that verse is NOT from the qu'ran. my first language is arabic, half of my family are muslims and i have read the qu'ran numerous times and can assure you that what you have quoted is a fabrication.

there is no messiah or prophet that has the answers to the number 11. i have followed this number and documented it my entire life for it has been an integeral part of me since the day i was born. i have written blogs on it and photographed it and there is noone out there that can explain why some of us receive the message and some don't.

the number 11 is a personal messge to individuals and has nothing to do with your stupid 9/11. there are thousands more people who have been killed by america's terrorist bombs that have not had this number assigned to them and in my opinion deserve it far more than the people killed on that fateful day.
 — raskolniikov

blah. 11:11.

ok, you're a 15 year old girl dreaming of a knight in shining armor to come save you from your evil stepfather... am i right? cause honestly, i wouldnt know. i didnt read this. you know why? because the title is 11:11, and do you know what that means? generally it means a teen-aged and sappy-assed lonely mid-western girl is crying about something or another.

title it 3:32 and you'll have better responses.

if i could hand you 4 ones, i most definitely would, but unfortunately i can only offer one.
cheers and good luck to you in all your future endeavors.
 — Pat_Smear

serves you write !!:!! a 10, then
 — unknown

the last strophe says it all
 — unknown

Mid-west teen? Nice :) Thanks all, for your comments. When I wrote this, neither 9/11 nor a knight in shining armour was on my mind (being an Aussie, we'd record the date like this: 11/09/01, and I'm 40) so, interesting take on the 11:11 reference, Unknown.

This poem was another dreamy moment for me...  Thanks for your feedback.  
 — CervusWright

Oops, bugger. Not 'Unknown' but 'Pat-Smear'.  Apologies, but I'm writing this via mobile :P  

Ras, any chance you could email me your blog address?  11 has been with me my whole life, just not as powerfully & consistently as now. I'd love to explore further.  cervuswright@hotmail.com
 — CervusWright

Pretty interesting post.
 — inc_reign

Amazing read up until l46. After that, I understand what you are trying to say, but it fizzles out. The opening is terrific, lines of brilliance, brightly vivid descriptions nestled between plain and simple lines - I enjoyed reading this all the way to the end. I like the last line, too - just the second last stanza throws me off.

I love "and all of those long-dead faces sliding by" - nice work.
 — wendz

Plus, I used to see 11:11 all the time, too. I figured it was because I'm pretty sequential and do things at the same time, every day, so it stood to reason that I checked my watch around the same times throughout the day - 11:11 just happened to be a more memorable than the rest time.
 — wendz

Thanks, wendz.  Fizzles out...  I think you may be right.  I'll sit with that for a while, and see what happens.  I see 11:11 on signage and t-shirts, road verges (right across from me now as I type this) and all manner of other weird places.  Now it's 12:12 I'm seeing more frequently, and I don't wear a watch.  Whatever 'it' is, or I'm doing, is certainly grabbing my attention, and I love having my mind struck dumb for a minute or a moment :)
 — CervusWright

who is the author?
 — Liliana

what does
that matter,
look! they
signed it
Terri, that's
all you need
to know.
the poem
is the author.
read it.
 — unknown

You have no idea the epiphany i have just had because of your poem.
*thanks, gracias
 — Liliana

It starts out strong, but the ideas begin to get scatterbrained - your pulling from too many directions at once, too many dramatically different ideas to follow along smoothly.

Try to stick with one idea, maintain it, and expand its meaning open for us.
 — turboswami

or, even better, turn it into blog-prose and give it a decent burial. this business of dressing up essays in poetry turbans and calling it 'holy' is crap.
 — trashpoodle

YOU don't have a clue what you are talking about, this is lovely all the way
through- read it, i suggest opening your eyes, and your heart a the same time.
 — Liliana

i very much know that when you set yourself up to write verse that that's going to drive the wording -- and, that means 'how and why you put a phrase down on the page -- and, i know very well from experience that writing an ok first line and then trying to come up with something of equal weight to it makes for crap verse. there's no inspiration in this except 'reminisce', and trying to make something significant out of it is to do that thing which people thing is 'poetic', if they don't have a feel for the concision of writing a poem. that you find it interesting and enjoyable means nothing to me at all -- really. what do you even like about poetry? that it chatter's intimately within your inexperience? that is, that it makes a partly-lived life seem romantically complete because you can see yourself drinking wine on the rue de rivoli? that's, frankly, kid's stuff. this is sesame street puppet-think for 30 year olds.
 — trashpoodle

let me add, that i happen to like this author's gift -- there are strong moves in his writing -- but, that i just don't think this one is enough. and, to have you Lil, tell me i can't read this kind of poetry is just punk, seeing that i'm one of the few people here who has found the writing gift in your's and what's his name and so many other people here who've been trashed by the sissy-crowd because you don't fart roses at them.
 — trashpoodle

oh poo poo trashy, i still respect your opinion, & take it with teeth on a lime with a corona chaser.

besides, OOO no you didn;t  jus call me a punk, deed yaou? LOL simmer now. It's a good damned
thing that we don't all have the same taste, the whirld would be boring if it were, don' you thingk.

 — unknown

it's a god damned thing that we just find more and more to see than what's allowed us, and that we learn from experience and are allowed to grow in experience and scope. it's not that you have a different taste, it's that you don't have enough experience reading and writing to get beyond 'tell me a story'.
 — trashpoodle

its nice that you've echo'd the words of love, but how to sing us 'lektrik so we become as love from within, where love does begin? -- postmodernism uses a few tricks to make the Poem lift off the page 'n into the lap of the Gods and into the hearts of men -- our readers wanna believe yet their hearts ache to fly toward the goal, this our hearts do know -- imagism uses a few well crafted words like crystals glittering many reflections in the reader, a sort of trick with the light behind the words you write -- then there is the modern song where words are imbued with the magic of music, igniting Grace to action, carrying our hearts along with the sweet sounds in that song -- A word can convey a meaning and change a mind, infused with 'Joy' and 'Love' it can change a Heart and that's forever! -- like'd your poemy
 — AlchemiA

In the words of the immortal and immature jim carrey,
 — unknown

Liliana, you're most welcome, and thank you.  Turboswami, the one idea is this...11:11...thing, and the poem is my heart trying to expand upon it, but I get what you mean.  TP, thanks again for your powerful feedback, it is not dismissed, or ignored, but I need to feel comfortable being able to separate your valuable intellect, and your personal frustration, and taking from the mix what sits well with me.

AlchemiA, I think you might be magic...  I felt like I was literally moving when I read your crit, from the inside.  Thanks.
 — CervusWright

Very beautiful.. i like the way your spirit comes through your work. I imagine I would like you.
 — crimsonkiss

cool poem-
though I had to read twice to take it all in
but it was well worth it...
nicely done..
 — JKWeb

just in case, i copied this,
I don't rate, It,s ok that you are an aussie
 — unknown

Who are you?  Why 'quitter'?  Do you know me?  I don't understand.  PS:  Copy away.
 — CervusWright

 — sir_I_clan

nice poem.
 — varun

 — unknown

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