No Stairway to heaven - a poem

[flowers to the people]

another poem;

I hope you all like it

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take care, my friends.

john

[flowers to the people]

No Stairway to Heaven

In the day I walk alien streets

Watching a world that moves in circles;

Past moves into present

Present into future;

The wheel turns

Leaving us all alone

To loiter through distant memories.

Memory takes me to other circles;

How we both lingered in locked yards,

Walking in silence,

Surrounded by razor-wire and loneliness;

We could only exchange

Questioning glances;

We did not dare to acknowledge each other.

Day after day

Around the yard we walked

Seeing in each other's face

That dark presence

That shadowed us both.

Now I leave home at midnight

Walking deserted back-streets

I abide in darkness;

From here I must find the way

To place that exists no longer.

Circumstance and fate are the cords

That bind my lonely heart

Circumstance and fate

Leave me stranded

To tread out this solitary path

I follow an inner remembrance.

This story told by the heart

Will always be a woeful tale.

There is no cure for being human.

I sit here at old places

Glancing back to a time past

That still remains within the heart,

Within the brain;

Looking forward

I give each sequence meaning.

Looking back,

My life is enclosed in these vast spaces.

What seemed solid then

Becomes fluid now

I look for the progression

That has brought me here;

Each random event is ordered,

Made sense out of,

Only after it has past:

This day finds me in the Cave

Evening fades into the non-distinction of night.

Day into evening, evening into night

I slip into absurdity,

Chance, madness, the inconceivable

Engulf my heart

All send me spiraling towards silence.

Impressions, approximations,

Vague intuitions tug at my heart;

These storm-swept impressions

Linger on the surface of consciousness.

They move around a still-point;

This point beyond conception

Gives a sense of completeness to life

Away from a fragmented world

It calls us back to a unity.

Movements form patterns

Each one complete and repeated

My gaze lingers in this world

Where meaning moves

Between distant hearts;

It remains illusive

Except in the eyes of another;

Sometimes a sparkle turns

Into a blazing light;

These times are rare.

Most times the world is shattered

By this mirror;

Such are the distances between us.

Except when one eye meets another,

Then a spark becomes a blazing light

That surrounds each beating heart

[indicando]

sending love vibez to everyone