Out Came The Son and Dried Up All The Rain

[Aesculapius]

All will be revealed to you, my friend
Liberating the body farms with winds of sound
A place with zero bends
Creating drag that others will follow
Forever unchanged by seasons' touch
One direction
Thousands of reasons for why not,
One solution for why
Billions upon billions merged in-between the graph
All over the chart
Your strings hung out like Her many serpent locks
Keys in suspended fields and states of stone and glass
One direction

Fullscale helter skelter
Ground zero created by your image
Is there any way to force the sand through,
At a much faster rate?
Lunacy manufactured in glass
Suspended in time

My voids cast shadows of doubt
As I watch the cracks appear season after season
Proof that you have motion

It so easy to dream;
That need to relate

Labels are made to peel away
They are only masks
That fester refrainment
An attempt to circumvent the many faces
To reach the soul
A sole reason
The point

You can not see me
Along this divided highway
My intertextured thoughts threaten to give way
Have a seat and observe the sparks
Check the emptyness between the mystery
And you will view the holes in the dome
Like tiny holes of light in the darkness
My syn
You can not see me
I am the night

It has been this way forever
Here in this hall of worlds
Constantly we sift the ground around us
And overlap others in the process
Forming familiar patterns in our peripheral
Some move away
Others become more entrenched
Forever fixed, able to weather the times
And tides

You were my question
Something I could not quite catch
And you were my mirror
Something I hungered to sketch
And you were my escape
A wound I desired to patch

[alinda]

very nice

[ladysai]

Very interesting, Willy!
Does the poem go along with your av?
(looks like your own son...?)
Anyhow, a very thought-provoking write.
Awesome to see you writing.

[Aesculapius]

Very interesting, Willy!
Does the poem go along with your av?
(looks like your own son...?)
Anyhow, a very thought-provoking write.
Awesome to see you writing.

Thank you!




Yep, that was my son (AnDREW) in the previous av.




The NEW son....
(Orion)



And, thank you, Alinda.

[JQ The Gunslinger]

Great poem dude

[Aesculapius]

1...2...3...


Thank You!

[Jon]

I Love the following stanza!

"Fullscale helter skelter
Ground zero created by your image
Is there any way to force the sand through,
At a much faster rate?
Lunacy manufactured in glass
Suspended in time"


Thank you sir or ma'am.

[Brice]

Thank you sir or ma'am.

You do realize that be Willy T, right?


Very nice, Will!

[Aesculapius]

Thank you very much, good sirs.

[Jon]

I didn't realize that. Willy T...you may know me as Walter O'dim.


And that's good stuff.