Poem of mine

Fantasizingtantalization - An ongoing mind created imagination-experience coming into form lacking fulfillment.

Another show proceeds upon the stage of existence
With the entertainers feeding off the entertained
One fire spitter combats with another
In a beautiful display of destruction
The crowed sips its water
A clown dances an archaic dance
While juggling colorful reasons
Until the crowd burst into laughter
When he falls through a hole in the stage
A man in a dress with a whip is cheered for
Until his lion consumes him
At the current conjunction
Of time and space
Stage and performance
The tightrope walker takes his place
And begins his balancing act upon the string of life
Miraculously perfect
The people recognize the act and are mesmerized
And by the sheer magnitude of the observing awareness
Comes to terms
When the stage disappears
the tight rope disappears
And the acrobat is left balancing on a point of nothingness
Fading in and out of existence
While the crowed is hypnotized
The point disappears
And with it the eyes of its counterpart
Non-existenceâ??s aparenthood is reveled in a Fantasizingtantalization

let me know what you think

interesting, colorful wording, i like it

reminds me of bob dylan, so pat your self on the back

Very nice imagery

The meaning is difficult to grasp but im thinking its about struggling through life....and you were explaining different types of people and comparing their approach to life to their success using that approach?

I actually thought it was a good poem. Most who post poems sound very amature, yours sounds nice.

To me the poem was an illustration of how people forget the true meaning and important things in life because they are distracted by money, selfishness, and other things that make up our society. Im not sure if that is the point you were going for, but good art can be Interpreted many ways, right?

Thank you guys very much for posting on it. All your interpertaions are absolutly correct, its art your soposed to see your self in it :). But my aim with it was a discription of the comming of 2012 in very vague stanzas so that it could be interperted in many ways, sorta like a nostradomus thinkg :P.

Heres another I wrote recently

The Prayer of Plosion

Implode Me to Infinity, O Creating
Erase All That Has Been Written
So That I May See Only Truth
The Moment When The Headache Becomes Real
Not Just An Inconvenience

In the Eternal Emptiness there is a flash,
Of brilliant Kosmic radiance,
Vibrating its own existence,
Possessing dust,
Forming Planets,
Collecting star systems,
Displaying galaxies
Whose origin is traced to a tremendous bang of explosion
And whose end is a collapse under its own nature

A face roars explosions
While on the other side is an expresses of implosion
Through the mouth of implosion we hear the shout of explosion
Left with an ever swinging door and the sound of breath
Through the eyes we see the same soul
Staring back at it self
There is no outside and no inside
Only side
No black, No white
Only shade
From a Sun on a rock
Through an eye
All we ever knew was the Face Of Plosion
Staring back at itself