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RestlessThoughts on endless repeat,Restless by ~ConorJMurphy
The orchestra self-composes
in its sleep, and in itself
finds too much to think.
Ideas are repeated,
Recycled,
Rehashed and rediscovered
so that the words themselves
might speak, and find they too
have breath within them,
to somehow be unique,
And like the rest of us
fall short and yet succeed.
They tumble from my mind
like rain onto my feet,
and I scramble to write them down,
Before I too fall from my waking mind,
and into sleep
Most hated friendGlimmer, Glimmer,Most hated friend by ~ConorJMurphy
Faintly shimmer,
Oh dark star of the night.
Reflect my soul,
My anguished stare,
Shine on so glaring bright.
That we should fear so much,
From something so small,
Seems an unusual plight,
And yet as I hold you in my hand,
I know my friends are right.
And yet to put you down seems ludicrous,
Just do not run across - shine on bright,
My glistening friend - lest I cover you in red.
Yellow WallI write on the wallYellow Wall by ~ConorJMurphy
to convince myself
all things can fade.
—
But this is of pencil
and my sorrows are
written in sterner ink.
Generation ZI find myself surrounded,Generation Z by ~ConorJMurphy
By humanities peak.
The latest generation,
By the best and by the meek,
And whether our doom or our salvation,
They’re most certainly unique.
—
Those who still read and can speak,
The intelligent and great.
There’s the socialite few,
And the rather incomplete,
The arists and musicians,
And the scientists that teach us -
—
And least of all, there’s me.
—
I wonder what my role is,
In this brave and weird new world,
I’m afraid I’ve missed the forest,
Because I rather like the trees,
And there’s no room for the philosopher,
Because Google’s
DionysusGasping, struggling to holdDionysus by =Rationalist-v-Artist
the boundary between thought and being
I push
and cry as particles collide into
a hand
a foot
soon they will die
I scream into the macrocosm of
the void
and the people hear
in their sleep
waking in their own sweat-soaked beds
and grasp for my words
blurred in their minds
formed only on canvas
an epidural of ink and pigmentation
I push the prodigal child-
Dionysus is born.
Open Minds, Open HeartsOpen Minds, Open Hearts by ~Dreamsickdev
Many roads to salvation,
Pathways to paradise, but no
Stairway to heaven yet found -
Streets paved with gold
And Olympus spinning in the sky.
Tears of absolution
Leading to a bloody crux
Against a field of white,
Galvanized astringent
For a past of chains,
Lucky clover grows anew.
No one memory is true,
Crystallized disillusion,
One more mirage.
A closed box, black and white,
The steel trap of isolation,
Colored by perception,
A line drawn in
The soft equatorial dirt.
Us and them, something for everyone.
InfiniteAs I let go, I breathed the stars and became the night. I flew away from the small suburban hospital with wings of fire and dust.Infinite by ~Cjernest
In the blink of an eye,
I was nothing.
And then I was everything.
I was a mountain, a river, a tree.
A broken picture frame, an empty pill bottle, a hasty letter.
I was my father's tears and my mother's broken sobs.
And I reached out and comforted my existance.
To a placeThere were RhododendronsTo a place by ~Echo-of-Echo
In the corner of the park
Pure white flowers
Except one that was dark
There was music
Dancing in the air
Right behind us on the bench swing
It followed us to the stairs
This is not to a person
It's to a place
We tossed rocks into the ocean
We left a trace
I really enjoyed it. Most 'poetry' on dA isn't really poetry, and most of what is isn't very good. Yours was one of the wonderful exceptions that is both poetry and excellent 
some others of mine you may like are "Visage Framed in Heaven" and "Human Transmutation" can be found in the Poetry folder of my gallery, if you're interested 
Sta.sh
