lit of the apoc. fall 2001 poems

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Travis Jones

English 630-05Fall 2001

A group of poems which I wrote for a class on apocalyptic viewpoint

And the veil is lifted

A plethora of colorsPassion erupts

the sun burning with desire

seemingly awkward flashes of color bursting past your eyes

your nerves tingle and glitch

as you ponder the deepest and most intensive of thoughtslife as if you are seeing it for the first time

yet unlike as a child, you force yourself to try to comprehend

That which in reality you have given up on

your soul has found new meaning,To Become One

ROAD TO NOWHERE

As the door of the past slams behind,

I walk down a dark streettrying to control the rage and confusion

which grows stronger in my mind.

lost and alone, I have no oneto call family and no place to call home.

The only love that I find is cheap and untrue.

Where my life is going, I have no fucking clue.The road is long and dark.

Will it ever end?

Will I ever see happiness and light again?Could death be the answer to this unending pain?

Or would all that come if I could just force myself to travel

another lane.Or will all this confusion just drive me insane?

One thing for sure

is that I will never be the same

As Culture Shackles the Minds of Youth

As I walk through the halls,



My creativity and energy are

leached from my soul.I had at first thought that this

place (school) was an opportunity;

a chance to learn.But how can I learn when I am not taught?

I can broaden my mind more in one week

of traveling and exploring on my own

in the real world than in a wholeyear of this so called opportunity given

to me called school.

Yet I am for some REASON driven tosit and finish my sentence.

A sentence where my opinions are seen as

somehow threatening to my so called teachers.But they are the ones who need to be taught.

In the confines of this jail-like system,

my thoughts and mind are shoved back so that they can fill it with what they

think I should know.In this world the students are seen as

in a way evil; unwilling to learn.Maybe the rest need to learn from the

students and how they need to be taught.

And then as I leave the gate.my mind, slowed and dulled, is somewhat

overwhelmed by this outside world.

And for the rest of my life, I struggle toovercome this REPRESSION!

United in Truthfree your mindfrom the grasp of Babylon

as in it the answers you will not find

and in it’s heart blazes the most destructive of firesfor within it’s grasp lies the deceit of man

and of the greedy and lazy upon themselves

the itemizing and controlling of I was not HIS planWe, his children must unite

to tear apart that upon which Babylon stands.

The Wave of TruthIt crashes into the water above you

An eruption of whiteness engulfing you

and tearing at every part of your bodyIt’s fury forces you down and down

Deeper and deeper into your watery confines

Hectically flailing your body upwardsthrough roaring clouds of water.

You are thrusted back down,

Down into the blackest confines of your soul.Surfacing into a world which is much different



than that which you knew before.

Release Me

Losing my mind

let me outFree me from these confines

of body.

And these tortures of thought

For true bliss lies in ignoranceWhen you are blind to what is wrong.

For the child, when weaned from its mothers breast,

is thrust into a world confronted with wrongs.

Flight of Life

Fly higher and higher to the crest of the world

Pushing and pushing to

break through the curl.As the water beads off like

sweat on my faceI know the road is long

to reaching the peace that I chase.I’m over a hill and on to a mountain

of knowledge that flows like an

endless fountain.I have pain in my heart for those

who have reached the crest

But for those who are readyit’s like leaving the nest.

MAN WITH NO WALLS I’m lost in a worldwith a bright light in the sky.

My only goal is to reach it and fly.

I’m alone in a roomwith blackness surrounding and

closing in as I’m pounding and pounding.

My only thoughts are way tooconfusing, but my only escape

is to keep using and using.

The only way out is to scratch

and crawl.But until them, I’m a man

who knows no walls.

real

visions on a wall in a padded white room

or dreams of a child still in the wombrandom thoughts in a comatose brain



this world made up to escape from the pain

Just a trance as i stare into space

with unfocused eyes and a blank look on my face

while i sit by myself alone in a cellunconsciously dreaming to escape from the hell.

as i write this, am i asleep in a bed

with this entire existence made up in my head?when i dream, am i truly awake?

You show me what’s real,

i’ll tell you it’s fake.By Jason Barger

Lost

I am here

You are not

Anything but a part of my thoughtsAll alone in an asylum of craze

Lost in the haze of my self construed dazeInside these walls I dream up a life

Most of which I don’t dream up rightLost in a world of dreams uncontrolled

Forever I wander a lost troubled soul.

added in fall of ‘01

But upon the horizon, in the darkest of nights.

One is most able to pinpoint the light,and in doing so one is then reborn,

Once again finding newness and compassion

in the prick of a thorn.

lit of the apoc. fall 2001 poems

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