The Vault
Introduction
Welcome, you have found level 4 of The Vault, some of my poetry resides here. You'll find different poems for different moods, just look around. I write my poetry with my own preceptions of life, the interpretation of experence and the emotions behind them. Using my imagination as my canvas, I paint pictures with words and expand minds with ideas. This poem was written on the morning of Febuary 9, '97 ...in my bathroom whilest having a smoke. I had a breif moment of insanity as I was watching this movie where this guy was dieing. He awoke choaking on and covered in his own blood. He didn't know why and couldn't explain what happened. He began having flashbacks and started freaking... then I went for a smoke. This is my insanity...
Bliss in Naivet�
My life is gray,
Black & white surrounds me.
As the rain falls upon me,
I'm one step closer to understanding why.
Its all experience,
The subjectivity of abstract perception,
How you perceive and what you believe.
I've seen so much,
Yet I wish I knew nothing.
My life passes before me,
Like a strobe in my mind.
The darkness engulfs me,
Yet I'm no closer.
My next move may be my last.
I am here alone... self imposed exile.
I've always felt lost,
Yet I'll never say die,
But thats what I get...
...something I'll never have...
...alone...
Bliss in naivet�.
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