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Lost And Found

April 7, 2012
By Joshua. GOLD, Las Vegas, Nevada
Joshua. GOLD, Las Vegas, Nevada
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Favorite Quote:
"So we shall let the reader answer this question for himself: Who is the happier man, he who has braved the storm of life and lived, or he who has stayed securely on shore and merely existed?" - Hunter S Tompson

Feeling so lost.
Feeling so mad with confusion.
Could lost mean found?
Could madness mean sanity or merely illusion?

The road stretches out like a great scroll.
Full of endless possibilities.
Ready for the realities.
Waiting for the time to unroll.

Give me ink underfoot to pour upon it.
Each step a fresh new letter.
Each mile a new sentence always getting better.

The sky and the billowing clouds over the landscapes bear witness to my heartaches.

I crawl like Pooh Bear viciously craving life's honey.
The mist covers the hills like powdered sugar.
The glistening, snowcapped mountains are like ice cream.
I crawl into them as beast to die.
Louder and louder I scream.

I charge onward into the wide expanse.
By the hand the spirit feeds.
Against my back it pushes.
I will go wherever it leads.

I want God's art.
I dream of sinking into the earth as the moon and ocean retreat.
I think of beaches and salty air in my lungs and sand everywhere.
I dream of sunsets that seem as though heavens floor is ripping apart.

I hope for nights under the sparkling heavens.
I long for hissing crackling fires against the crisp night.
The storm and rain and waves and wind and fire, brooding off in the horizon of my dreams until the rising light.

I want to be found. I want to be lost.
For everything to go so right in going so wrong.
For life to be up in the air as one great toss.

To climb to the top of the world and look homeward.
Looking across the world and the raw land therein.
Looking for inspiration to write of great things.
Looking for a new place to begin.

To taste the world and write it’s poetry.
Such poetry that comes bursting like a rocket out of me.

Such poetry as to say:
I have trod upon the world and it has blistered my feet.
I have climbed its mountains and it has cast me down.
I have swam its oceans, it has dragged me down to drown.
I looked to its sky, it has blinded me.
I struck its surface, It drew my blood.
I looked into the face of madness and confusion and met it with equal force and power and conviction, love. Kindness. Truth. Forgiveness.

Feeling so lost.
Yet feeling so found.

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on Apr. 16 2012 at 5:09 pm
deleted, Miami, Florida
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Amazing! Love the imagery. Absolutely beautiful :)

on Apr. 15 2012 at 2:49 pm
Shortty1314 GOLD, Fox Lake, Illinois
14 articles 2 photos 34 comments

Favorite Quote:
"What, do you really think I was
strong enough to handle it?
If you did, then sweetie, you
don't know me at all.
These "smiles" are fake.
Just another lie people bought.
You will never know the disaster
that's behind them." -Anonymous

Completely breathtaking (:

on Apr. 13 2012 at 7:40 am
hippiechick99 GOLD, Mesquite, Texas
11 articles 0 photos 224 comments

Favorite Quote:
"... How dreary to be somebody-- How public like a frog;
To tell one's name; the livelong June-- To an admiring bog"
-Emily Dickinson

WOW. I melted completely into this poem. The use of imagry and passion is incredible. I hope you keep writing :)