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Every Day in Every Way

Member since 2001 · Posted 16 Mar 2002 · 6 comments

my mind, it is changing -- not into another, but new things arranging in prismatic lines. a new dawn is dawning and causing expansion, while the old mind is yawning with prismatic dreams. a butterfly emerging -- twilight's last blooming, with vitality surging and prismatic wings. twilight's last blooming is but one of many, with many more looming; more prismatic beings.

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[3] anonymous 13-Jun-01/9:06 PM Reply

like the prismatic repetition, but the lead images in each stanza feel cliche.

[3] anonymous 2-Jul-01/1:22 PM Reply

i like how it flows like a mo fo.

[3] -=SeTTle=- 12-May-02/9:03 AM Reply

prismatic
adj 1: of or relating to or resembling or constituting a prism; "prismatic form" 2: exhibiting spectral colors formed by refraction of light through a prism; "prismatic light"

[3] anonymous 17-May-02/2:19 AM Reply

i really like the first verse, but the rest just feels too unnatural...

[0] horus8 18-Jul-02/2:13 AM Reply

A QUOTE; The prolonged use of hallucinogenic plants. In the course of our hundred million year current evolution on this planet Has directly and indirectly been responsible for the development of our social structure
and subconscious way of deciphering
What we perceive in the spaces surrounding usand the areas within us When God blew life into our primitive bodies He did it by enabling us to make choices Instead of falling prey to our instincts
Inevitably the overall majority of us still did and do So make the wisest choice Be strong in your mind child Fulfill this destiny Chosen by youfor youand then move on to the next level Refuse to be the animal
that you have striven for three and a half million years to rise above
in spirit and reason Be good to yourself Then be good to others
Do not make the simple complicated
Do not make the easy hard

[7] Christof 23-Sep-02/3:41 AM Reply

You are very good at unforced rhymes and I like the feeling this poem gives of images opening up from each other.