Three Points Of You
As I step into the lift from the 27th floor,
I see his & her reflections in the mirrored door.
I watch my own face compared with two angels,
Perceiving one space via various angles.
Projecting my innocence outside of myself,
The world as my oyster, too young for hell.
Intuition sparkles, mascara eyes wide,
My Yin enveloped in Chanel No. 5
Viewing the symbol of unguarded youth,
I fall in love with the boy in the suit.
Ambition unbridled, his eyes on fire,
My Yang presses the button for us to go higher.
***
On my way up only to later go down,
Another day in the office while his wife's outta town.
This guy likes it rough - handcuffed to the desk,
I haven't met love, but I do know sex.
The Hugo Boss billboard hasn't looked at me once,
He's gotta be gay, or I'm losing my touch.
Maybe he's married but I see no ring,
Perhaps a good little Catholic afraid of sin.
The other guy's weird, with that grin on his face.
A joint no doubt, and a little bit laced?
Or is he in love? - that deluded fool...
He'll someday see it's all untrue.
***
How poetic of me to dress up for death,
I doubt anyone will notice I've even left.
From the top floor, he fell to his end...
They'll say at my funeral...if anyone's there.
I wish this last ride I could've enjoyed alone,
Or are they just characters in my little show?
Figments of imagination, they are of mine,
Or do I exist only in their crazy minds?
Are they here to stop me from what I'm about to do?
A permanent sunset on a transient view...
Is she whispering "don't", while he's saying "drop"?
I am so fucking scared...I just want it to stop!
***
Floor 32. The elevator jams.
Time has paused. The future stalled.
When power's restored to the relevant floor,
Revealing once more, behind the door...
Only one inside the entire time,
Three inside one infinite mind.
A mystic, a tranny-whore, a suicidal guy,
All seeking expression in this soul of mine.
I walk out slowly into the light,
A revelation realised within my sight.
Looking into the far reaches of my endless being...
I see it's all One that I AM seeing.
I see his & her reflections in the mirrored door.
I watch my own face compared with two angels,
Perceiving one space via various angles.
Projecting my innocence outside of myself,
The world as my oyster, too young for hell.
Intuition sparkles, mascara eyes wide,
My Yin enveloped in Chanel No. 5
Viewing the symbol of unguarded youth,
I fall in love with the boy in the suit.
Ambition unbridled, his eyes on fire,
My Yang presses the button for us to go higher.
***
On my way up only to later go down,
Another day in the office while his wife's outta town.
This guy likes it rough - handcuffed to the desk,
I haven't met love, but I do know sex.
The Hugo Boss billboard hasn't looked at me once,
He's gotta be gay, or I'm losing my touch.
Maybe he's married but I see no ring,
Perhaps a good little Catholic afraid of sin.
The other guy's weird, with that grin on his face.
A joint no doubt, and a little bit laced?
Or is he in love? - that deluded fool...
He'll someday see it's all untrue.
***
How poetic of me to dress up for death,
I doubt anyone will notice I've even left.
From the top floor, he fell to his end...
They'll say at my funeral...if anyone's there.
I wish this last ride I could've enjoyed alone,
Or are they just characters in my little show?
Figments of imagination, they are of mine,
Or do I exist only in their crazy minds?
Are they here to stop me from what I'm about to do?
A permanent sunset on a transient view...
Is she whispering "don't", while he's saying "drop"?
I am so fucking scared...I just want it to stop!
***
Floor 32. The elevator jams.
Time has paused. The future stalled.
When power's restored to the relevant floor,
Revealing once more, behind the door...
Only one inside the entire time,
Three inside one infinite mind.
A mystic, a tranny-whore, a suicidal guy,
All seeking expression in this soul of mine.
I walk out slowly into the light,
A revelation realised within my sight.
Looking into the far reaches of my endless being...
I see it's all One that I AM seeing.
posted by Another Point of You... at 4:56 PM
4 Comments:
Written : April 18, 2006.
(by) The ONE Being many : I OM.
I wrote 'Three Points Of You' within the last twenty-four hours, and really had no idea where it came from. I certainly didn't plan on writing anything of this nature. I guess that explains why I've been so restless over the Easter break...no matter what I did (or didn't do), I just didn't feel right or 'whole' somehow. It was like I had to birth 'Three Points Of You' to be healed or something, so that I could move on. As I was writing it, I felt like I was writing about three separate people at first...but I ultimately realised that I was meeting various aspects of ME [parts I'd forgotten, or suppressed, or thought I'd dealt with in the past...] This revelation was profoundly cathartic, humbling and enlightening.
And now that all of these 'sides' have walked hand-in-hand into the 'Light', well, all's well that begins well really...
Thank you for getting this far. And Double Thank You for getting this close.
It's also the most honest & blunt I've been for a long time...and I gotta say, it's incredibly 'cleansing' to be so honest with myself.
Another Point Of You...
I OMMMMMMM.
Very interesting, man. How's it goin, Charles? Long time no talk. Yeah, didn't mean to drag you down the last time I worte you. Just had some shit goin on. Demons, you know. Starting to get past some of it. It's a daily thing, I'm sure you know that too. Feels good to get back here and read some of your thoughts. Its inspired me to do some writing of my own. I'm on my way over there to do that now, so when you get a chance stop on by and give me a hollar. Take care, my friend.
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