Poem from 2006: my blanket with me underneath

[Bill]

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there is an empty way left today were we know

calling you frum unda da banket like it or not

wonderen, thompin in the waves of realities

we can effect symbiotic associated relates

howeva lives in levels of strife w/o lite

remain insane from pain of the same

the universe explodes a few more

braincells in my hell of night

better put a sweater on

without the 2 letters

i write my dears

what is clear

without

fear

of

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//aside//
this is the original post here from my poet blog---
https://xoetpoet.blogspot.com/2006/01/m ... neath.html

[Bill]

this poem is from a hard back book where I wrote poetry lots --- and-- it was copied out of that --- I still have that book.. --- hardback books like that last.

poem 1 from hard cover hand writen poems book
8-9-97
6:00 am

As i took my last breath
I thought how grateful i was to breath again
At last i breathed it out and was done
It was all gone and it longed for another

To late to see the other side yet
To soon to come back through
Too much to know i don't want to know another
Too far to be gone alone in space

About the same few words i choose
That dream of emptiness without you
In a moment it all comes back together
you know when it goes beyond your mind

Not mine to loose i let it go too far
Standing, Knowing, Seeing, Being -> Real
Each choice is gone by to either side of Reality
My eye closes to lose the colour blindly

Waiting to make it open again, Time passes
The colours still remain behind, Time passes
Texture, Shape, Style, Size -> Change
It is new again and just more Real

I took my last look at that Ultimate God
my soul exposed to the one out of her
I closed my eye and it was over and done
Never to be again that last look
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posted by Bill Newbold @ 1/11/2006 09:20:00 AM
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I had thought to post the book totally you know digitize the whole book these days they do it with a photo.. mmmmm maybe I will not start a new thread for each poem from that or out of the blog xoetpoet. but maybe the new things get a thread to themselves..

[Bill]

Dreaming of this special cloud colour
8-11-98
2:25 am

Dreaming of this special cloud colour
flying to that space i begin to fall
fighting what i fear and lost again
I cry my self asleep in a dream of fear

when she is there, She is not there but here
The colours flow like a river over my head
White exposure is like the water's fall
don't touch them too closely for they know

Splash that puddle you call your mind
and make me real again to do it all over
Specks of peace fall fast to the ground and die
their texture makes a rainbow look dull

To explain what remains is a trick of riddles
i tell the same story but in different words
Quite souls make their way to and fro
A shadow is neither right or wrong! just gone

Again i make another mistake remembering it
if i could forget, i would, I can't, so i won't
I left this here just to remember i forgot
It is just as easy to love but why so

Disappointed in that colour you think in
when will you change the smell of time
That preset of emotions remains one
No life ever placed here could know him
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posted by Bill Newbold @ 1/11/2006 09:26:00 AM