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"The Opening Meal"



My mind was completely opened to me

I picked the words like fruit

And the phrases became my salad

I feasted upon the poetry I wrote

And I found myself hungry for more



"Those Who Came"



A quiet colloquy rose amongst the pupils

The professor was found dead

In heart, in mind, in soul

His body lived

His essence free-flowed from his veins

And he could not stop it

They drank of his wisdom to the point of sobriety

Until they could have no more

Until he could give no more, nor take any back



Those who sat in the back of the class

Those who did not drink

Wasted away

In heart, in mind, in soul

They retired along with the professor

For neither had any future



The students who had a piece of the Man in them

Became the sages

They beheld the new wisdom

And sought out those likewise

All who were invited came

To the gathering of minds in the garden



"I Think There, up There"



They live in a different dimension

Where two minutes is a lifetime

Two weeks in the future is forever

And two weeks past is an eternity

since came and went

Which creates a vaccuum of time

Around them

On either side

Sucked toward infinity

And their minds are stretched out

upon this abyss

To fathom

Can only fathom

But be there to know

To feel

To be, and be no more

It is not living, its dying slowly

Who would want to live a life so lowly?



"Primal Discourse"



Is it better to know you are dead

Or not know

You are alive

To have no future

Or to waste a future had

Questions conversed and thrown about

Yet no answer found

For there was no answer to find

At least not in the mind



It is the hardest thing

To look inside yourself

And know

We must not only live our lives

But also live our death



In no mind, in spirit lay

Until the dawning of the Day