shiva2731
11-18-2006, 07:22 PM
This is the beginning.
This is the one-true beginning born from ten-thousand false starts. This is the beginning that has no ending and its ending has already begun. Every inhalation begins a new exhalation ending. Life begets life. Never ending circle. The serpent rises and performs a strip tease to shed the skin-deep beauty revealing a new supple scale. Feeding upon itself, fulfills and finds itself within the circle created by itself.
Caution is healthy; fear is not. The suspicious underestimate the power of their trepidation. I am no longer afraid for I invited my darkest fears to crash the tea parties of my equilibrium. I no longer feed my fear with the dry empty songs of hate. And I sit at a table alone and stare down those howls and growls of hungering pain.
The lone wolf is awesome to behold but not to be held before he’s off chasing some distant drumbeat, only its just the sound of his own heartbeat.
This song is for the rose that blooms far into November and the thorn that makes you taste your own blood.
The way a tiny teardrop can just bend the light
The last air punch thrown in a losing fight
A little girl’s cry all but lost in fright.
A dying breath in a dark moonless night
Like an angel, a woman, a lover, a star, I fall
I am the whore, the madonna, the daughter of the night
I’ve been paid in broken promises made in darkened rooms with little light
The butterfly dares not rush too soon
to spread its dewy wings and break free of its cocoon
I was once your Galeta
you brought me out of stone
A marvel in marble
I was your own
It was your love cloaked me in flesh
Yet the flesh not fantasy
I know what I am and I know what I’m not
It’s not a lot but it’s all I got
I know what I am and I know what I’m not
Who can say which is more beautiful, the word or the meaning?
Sharon Campbell
Copyright 2002
This is the one-true beginning born from ten-thousand false starts. This is the beginning that has no ending and its ending has already begun. Every inhalation begins a new exhalation ending. Life begets life. Never ending circle. The serpent rises and performs a strip tease to shed the skin-deep beauty revealing a new supple scale. Feeding upon itself, fulfills and finds itself within the circle created by itself.
Caution is healthy; fear is not. The suspicious underestimate the power of their trepidation. I am no longer afraid for I invited my darkest fears to crash the tea parties of my equilibrium. I no longer feed my fear with the dry empty songs of hate. And I sit at a table alone and stare down those howls and growls of hungering pain.
The lone wolf is awesome to behold but not to be held before he’s off chasing some distant drumbeat, only its just the sound of his own heartbeat.
This song is for the rose that blooms far into November and the thorn that makes you taste your own blood.
The way a tiny teardrop can just bend the light
The last air punch thrown in a losing fight
A little girl’s cry all but lost in fright.
A dying breath in a dark moonless night
Like an angel, a woman, a lover, a star, I fall
I am the whore, the madonna, the daughter of the night
I’ve been paid in broken promises made in darkened rooms with little light
The butterfly dares not rush too soon
to spread its dewy wings and break free of its cocoon
I was once your Galeta
you brought me out of stone
A marvel in marble
I was your own
It was your love cloaked me in flesh
Yet the flesh not fantasy
I know what I am and I know what I’m not
It’s not a lot but it’s all I got
I know what I am and I know what I’m not
Who can say which is more beautiful, the word or the meaning?
Sharon Campbell
Copyright 2002