Hello world. The following was written in 1996, then shared online on 11/04/2013.
This is a poem written with a friend of mine named Shannon or as she called herself then Krymsin Poet and myself as Mystic Dreams. Shannon and I traded off writing the lines. She starts us off on this adventure.
Standing Near
K: Dropping from the tears are the roses of time
M: One by one they fall in line
K: Forming the walls and floors of our padded rooms
M: Making us think our dreams have come true
K: But the madman is there, playing our every move
M: Distorting the sphere we move through
K: And his angels with their broken wings
M: Try to shelter us and still sing
K: In our crumbled little balls we cry in fear
M: As broken feathers shower near
K: So let the psychotics dwell in their dimension
M: While the angels show us none but ascension
K: But I will always stay in my little ball
And I’ll always feel my fear
M: Until I grow from my childish awe
For my angels are standing near.
Krymsin Poet and Mystic Dreams (Sabrina Reyenga)
Blessings on your journeys my brothers. Hugs and love. You are loved. I love you.