Quantum vibes......

I miss carefree days and summer break nights...

Ride the frequency of quantum vibes,
volumetric quandaries galore.

Quixotically viewing the reality of,
yesteryear shadow's gloom.

Derivative lines drawn in the sand,
divorced from the problem at hand.

Raison D'etre,
is that what was chosen for me?

Did I even have the curtesy,
of a longest straw in hand?

Just a lump is what I am,
waiting for lifes crucible to refine,
yet now those fires summon,
recollection's view.

The forest ablaze,
there are no longer trees to
comprise that place of obscuring,
that place of sweet ignorance.

No longer shielded from
the knowledge of death,
of loss,
of failure,
of heart ache.

Oh truth you are so cruel,

Oh revelation shine your light,
upon another soul worthy of the burden,
with which you place on those
whose eyes are open.

I have stared at the eclipse,
I have burned these truths into mind.

Oh for child like ignorance,
please take back this fruit from
the tree of the knowledge of good and evil..........

Author's Note

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Reviews

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Sorry for writing poems here. I do it when I'm waiting for you to sign on.
I look hard into my mirror; 'What doesn't he see in me?'
Someone else possesses his heart; he is not free.
I giggle when I think of how we met...
He reprimanded me for having another alias;
The world is ending and all you can think of is that?
The games are nothing without you.

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I hope your Christmas is Merry, Dave W.

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"Carefree days and summer break nights"
We all miss those days of freedom from adult burdens and responsibilities
Usually adulthood is shared with a partner we've chosen wisely to share our life with.
Sadly, life is not a promise of "happily ever after".
I'm so glad you're continuing to write.

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No. The fruit won't be taken back. It's up to us how we use it.
I am graphic but in word only. In deed I am very shy.
Writing sites are kinda like therapy, David.
I hate venting with anyone other than my choice.
But if we don't vent, we explode. It can cause all kinds of internal damage.
I love your writes.

[Dave W.]

Indeed, venting helps so much, I hope verythings has been well with you.

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Those summer break nights when we searched always,
Never knowing what exactly we were searching for

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I think you are lucky to have found your goal of the search...only to lose it...
My heart aches for you.

[Travis Gibson (poetic h..]

Growing pains, memory aches... I must be one of the few who was glad to become an adult. Lol this is so very layered and sophisticated. Well done!