Reality Posted by Trevor Taylor on April 22, 1999 at 17:22:55:
TITLE: MY WEB PAGE
CREATOR: TREVOR TAYLOR
PRIMARY CATEGORY: REALITY
SECONDARY CATEGORIES: NONE
RELATIONSHIP TO THE CORE WAVE: ADDS TO THE UNDERSTANDING OF THE REALITY OF LIFE
QUOTES: "THE SAME LIGHT SHINES INSIDE OF ME THAT SHINES INSIDE OF YOU. I THINK IT'S TIME TO BE MYSELF. IT'S THE BEST THAT I CAN DO."
ENCAPSULATION: I ORIGINALLY WROTE THIS POEM AFTER HAVING MOVED TO VANCOUVER, BC IN 1998. I AM ORIGINALLY FROM EDMONTON, AB AND I'VE LIVED THERE FOR THE PAST 27 YEARS. I DIDN'T HAVE MUCH MONEY AT
THE TIME SO TO MAKE ENDS MEET I WENT TO A LOCAL CHURCH FOR FOOD. (I ATTENDED A CHURCH FOR 4 YEARS AS A TEEN AND EVENTUALLY LEFT AFTER A LENGTHY INNER STRUGGLE BECAUSE I AM GAY) I WAS GRATEFUL FOR THE CHURCH
HELPING ME OUT, BUT BEGAN TO FEEL VERY PRESSURED TO JOIN THEIR CONGREGATION. AS RESULT ONE DAY I SAT DOWN TO WRITE A POEM TO GIVE TO ANYONE WHO PRESSURED ME TO JOIN THEIR RELIGION, BECAUSE I AM
BY NATURE NOT A VERY VOCAL PERSON. IT TOOK ME A WEEK OF WRITING AND "MY WEB PAGE" IS THE RESULT.
MY WEB PAGE
Silver strands of wisdom sparkle in the sun
and dewdrops of desire dance upon each one.
Swiftly my six senses waken with the heat,
as crystal chillness calls, the thirst of grief to meet.
Nimble notes play silently the music of the maze.
The lyre strings dim in unsuspected haze.
All colors of the rainbow turn a sullen shade of gray,
though the promise of pure pleasure hasn't gone away.
A mountain moving wind blows off the heavy fog,
and leaves a sense of peacefulness all across the bog.
The diamonds reappear as light trickles through the leaves,
tempting the best intentions of the brazenest of thieves.
I gulp with greed the absinthe and try to get my fill,
then pause to reconsider the meaning of free will.
With each thought illusion grows and drowns me in it's sorrow.
I'm unsure how to live today, let alone tomorrow.
The strength I seek is surely here, I feel it deep inside.
I've read that it's a tiger up a mountain I must ride.
My conscious and unconscious seem to play a game of chess.
How long they've been in stalemate is anybody's guess.
The day is short, won't kid myself with misery nor strife.
There's little time to contemplate the meaning of my life.
Personal success seems to be the fashion of the day,
but I'm all tuckered out and don't think I want to play.
Please understand to know one's self is an honorable goal.
It's that I feel so small a part of all I sense that's whole.
The wonder of this mystery is the puzzle in the ruse.
The paradox of bad and good is giving me the blues.
"Enlist in this! Belong to that! You cannot stand alone!"
The lesser and the greater just make me want to groan.
I'm sure I'm saved, I really am! What more is there to say?
My heart sinks when I hear it's said my lifestyle's in the way.
Meatloaf for the masses and liver served well done.
I've only heard about the fear and love that's on the run.
Religion's killed more than saved and isn't really hip.
So I'll buckle up my bootstraps and be the captain of my ship.
The same light shines inside of me that shines inside of you.
I think it's time to be myself. It's the best that I can do.
THANK YOU. :-)
APRIL 22, 1999
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