Poetry, sortof

[Markl]

Doors open and close about me now,
Coalescing into fragments of thoughts.

Fate spins it's spinarettes.

I see all the world, but in a tunnel.

Truth is revealed amidst the chaos,
and possibilities.

Afterlife in a sea of rain dropped souls.

Everything collapses on itself,
renewing as time progresses.

Some fates born of fire inexctribably linked,
Mesh.

Whilst others play around the edges,
Observers.

Cool in impartiality,
we seek truth of soul and body.

The void reveals all.

Lest we be swallowed,
we need but to learn and heed.

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Don't usually do free verse, don't consider it real poetry.
I was listening to Enigma while watching it in win vista with randomization turned on and it just came to me. Scribbled it down, and here it is.

Cheers!

 

[jim]

Doors open and close about me now,
Coalescing into fragments of thoughts.

Fate spins it's spinarettes.

I see all the world, but in a tunnel.

Truth is revealed amidst the chaos,
and possibilities.

Afterlife in a sea of rain dropped souls.

Everything collapses on itself,
renewing as time progresses.

Some fates born of fire inexctribably linked,
Mesh.

Whilst others play around the edges,
Observers.

Cool in impartiality,
we seek truth of soul and body.

The void reveals all.

Lest we be swallowed,
we need but to learn and heed.

---------------------------------------------------------------

Don't usually do free verse, don't consider it real poetry.
I was listening to Enigma while watching it in win vista with randomization turned on and it just came to me. Scribbled it down, and here it is.

Cheers!

Interesting writing Mark. Very creative, don't think I'd be able to do that.

But here's something to think about:

There onces was a man from Degrass.
His balls where made out of brass.
when he clang them together
They made stormy weather
And lightning shot out of his ass