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Topic: The Journey
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SunChild Moderator Posts: 2473 From: Oz Registered: Jan 2004
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posted November 10, 2005 11:08 PM
The Journey Walking through the poppy universe, My fingers rattle the hourglass isles Where the time sings in the crossroads of hope I am a brush painting for miles Every letter of the names I sit on Just hangs on the family space tree Which knowledge lock should I pick, As providence chisels a galaxy key? Balancing myself on just one finger, At first I think that everything is white From universe to universe I jump alone Just to find out that I am still a child By Akiane, age 11. http://www.artakiane.com/akiane_art.htm#
This is my favourite poem of hers.
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sweetlibra Knowflake Posts: 747 From: Registered: Oct 2004
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posted November 11, 2005 05:28 AM
wow amazing!!!IP: Logged |
SunChild Moderator Posts: 2473 From: Oz Registered: Jan 2004
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posted November 11, 2005 07:31 AM
I know!This part has been swirling around my head tonight: "Which knowledge lock should I pick, As providence chisels a galaxy key? " Hmmmm.... IP: Logged |
Charlotte Knowflake Posts: 451 From: Tn. USA Registered: Apr 2004
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posted November 11, 2005 02:18 PM
She just floors me... Here is one I'm still trying to unravel.Mistaken Truth With the pure sunshine heartbeat the fantasy in the hundreds of dreams swings on mirth welding sour silence. My confession cries out to ask the light of my vision for a moment in the universe to still the feet of excuses. Focusing on the first broken earth field in space, the Absolute hand points to a year that is still ahead, yet has already passed. Listening to the beam of eternity realism my perspective gets short of breath... Like an old tree, skin of the stars thicken and I sense cosmic thirst. Limited impressions start reaching out like incarnations of echo, posing for the heart. Firmly embracing and limiting adaptation creates an unceasing road, from where perfect questions find stoned paths and from where eruptions of self volcano like an illusion masquerade as the true light. Akiane age 10
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SunChild Moderator Posts: 2473 From: Oz Registered: Jan 2004
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posted November 11, 2005 11:43 PM
Wow! Unravel indeed! The layers continue to penetrate dreams within dreams.Thanks for finding that one Charlotte. IP: Logged |
SunChild Moderator Posts: 2473 From: Oz Registered: Jan 2004
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posted November 12, 2005 12:06 AM
Again I Find The Winter I cannot find any reason to be in the snow where only bitten echoes are heard Shadows of enriched colors hold me like ten-dimentional hands Hopping on top of each grasshopper I drill the hills While kissing universes shed a pearl nobly swells up out of the borders of a shell When trumpet eyes blow breath of desire is so still With sealed up dust fading the prime the handmade cast is molded for eclipsed love Looking for summer in the falls of the spring again I find the winter ...When I was seven we had one accident and illness after another in our family. Once we got lost in the Colorado mountains. I was so car sick from all the switch backs, but then I saw one lake through the trees. When we finally found our way back home, I knew what my first acrylic painting would be. I would be about love and suffering... - Akiane
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SunChild Moderator Posts: 2473 From: Oz Registered: Jan 2004
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posted November 12, 2005 12:17 AM
The Clematis Dream Love was created to create... Children enter a meadow and play hide and seek. They run so fast that sunlight cannot catch them. It looks as if they are hunting themselves. Life seems longer when you jump in the grass. Without the reins. My mother plants me on her favorite flower, the clematis. The vines of clematis seem to be planted in the air. Should we grow up like that? The petals are closing and wrinkling from my breath. Every petal or stamen I try to hold on to just falls out. My brother is on the edge of a flower. He slips and falls down on the dirt. It is so foggy noone sees him. Every time he moves, it becomes more foggy. His muddy shoes in the fog do not look so muddy after all. His raincoat is full of hail. The hailcoat. I gather the fallen petals to celebrate and planting a seed bigger than the whole garden I water for two. Everytime I walk, the strings fall out of my pockets and I find my grandfather's letter beside his grave on a meadow. On top there is a can, so every time I run over it, he would wake up. My grandfather's white ring is on my finger. It is always with me like a cast. When I run, my eyes are closed, and I bump into the childhood tree with a hammock full of the clematis polen. The hummingbirds land. They are to become the future. That is all I remember from my dream. I am only a child, but I remember everything I need. Everything I know is someone. Everything I think is someone. Love was created to create.
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SunChild Moderator Posts: 2473 From: Oz Registered: Jan 2004
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posted November 12, 2005 12:30 AM
And one more for today...(I'm still completely captivated, something strangely familiar about her!)The Anthill Ashes When life lies down on the song of a bird The resurrection returns my name And I break the brakes of senses To taste the steady pain My cross is nailed into me I pity the fingers that scourge my face The minutes hurry the hours The hours hurry the days The loyal faces approach And run along with every summer Beside the flooded feet of love The hardened lives are turning numb Between my feet against the wind My words will cascade through the strife But if inside my eyes you see the flying geese The ropes will pause the next worn life The seasoned time has buried signs And swings like a branch above a lost sandal I step inside the ant hill ashes Becoming new and larger ant hill IP: Logged |
SunChild Moderator Posts: 2473 From: Oz Registered: Jan 2004
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posted November 12, 2005 01:01 AM
The Dreams The eternal road is the narrow road where you wait for others to pass you. As soon as the lungs of time breathe camouflage that irritates truth the centuries like dry branches fall one after another breaking the masks, sphinxes and artificial hearts of the empires. The eternal road is the narrow road where you wait for others to pass you. The volcano crumbles the hideout of the last stage and as the past applauds the future the first century waves roll over and over. Is the dormant light still white when the heaven gives birth to another earth and the dew of the pangs drips all over you? The eternal road is the narrow road where you wait for others to pass you. Why does a trillion-word dream exist if it cannot be opened? Calling for the asking knots in the warm-blooded ropes I lose my seamless robe and the claws of rolling nightmares slowly fade through the ripened dream in me. The eternal road is the narrow road where you wait for others to pass you. On the worn but still young crossroad of the wishes I leave love. The resurrection of consciousness is faith! Through the same faith you still find yourself in a far future. Akiane, 10 --I am looking forward to the day she publishes her first book.
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future_uncertain Knowflake Posts: 1863 From: ohio Registered: Aug 2004
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posted November 13, 2005 11:43 PM
Un-freakin-believable! This is seriously incredible stuff. Wow!IP: Logged |
pixelpixie Moderator Posts: 2221 From: Ontario Canada Registered: Jun 2005
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posted November 14, 2005 12:11 PM
YEAH!!! NO KIDDING!!!! IP: Logged |
SunChild Moderator Posts: 2473 From: Oz Registered: Jan 2004
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posted November 14, 2005 06:24 PM
JEsUs…ThE… mIsSiNg…YeArS…With an oak mask the conscience hears the acorns fall, and all the hues of the rose break down. Do you exist in the inanimate world, if every raindrop shows no color, not even white or clear? You are the breathing survivor of spiritual perfection in the sevenfold universe, where the center of the wonder orb is shaken, and I frame myself live, sculpting out of myself the spiritual fabric to dress up all of you. At first the universe progress feels like as statue of melancholic fog, and only your breath can know, how sore my throat is, as it spits out a heart bubble, where my clear eyes and woolen hair are seen. Retiming your resurrected gaze, I pass the future earth to you, so you could write my name on it and pass it on to everyone around this slippery world. When clouds turn into puddles for the children to walk on, this is your chance to help the innocent… Now you comprehend, why the unstable sandals are also on your hands… Akian, 10
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SunChild Moderator Posts: 2473 From: Oz Registered: Jan 2004
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posted November 14, 2005 10:08 PM
HopeThe war in the soil. The seeds are too young to fight. While the eyes breathe the guilty still feel no remorse. The cobwebs with knots. Across the blades of harvest improper dreams wrinkle the childhood. Without any cries and without any touch the cradles are left behind. Bleeding through hopeless unconsciousness it seems that a rainbow gushes through me. And rainbow-colored I leak out onto the hope. A silhouette of the eyes follow me to the warmth of times. Only the innocence grows the conception. Held in dust the pain of wisdom. The trust is through hope. Inside each fragrant branch the colors of love… Akiane.
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26taurus Moderator Posts: 9514 From: the stars Registered: Jun 2004
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posted November 15, 2005 02:31 AM
"The eternal road is the narrow road where you wait for others to pass you. On the worn but still young crossroad of the wishes I leave love. The resurrection of consciousness is faith! Through the same faith you still find yourself in a far future." Stunning! IP: Logged |
26taurus Moderator Posts: 9514 From: the stars Registered: Jun 2004
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posted November 15, 2005 02:34 AM
God's Bells I slipped on the mirror full of faces I thought not of the future or the places Hearts of pleasure filled with dances The noise again controlled the answers The words were gone to change the smells God dropped into my life the bells The blind spoke to mutes the mute beheld the blind Under heavenly bridge gushed streams of pride
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26taurus Moderator Posts: 9514 From: the stars Registered: Jun 2004
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posted November 15, 2005 02:37 AM
Loved these...The Mask The only time you hear the crow sing is when it is silent Florescent Lives When I am young, I never see myself. When I am old, I always see myself young. Only leather eyes visualize how I pick bent carnations for the inspection of my thoughts. When a caterpiller climbs through my pointy hair, the morning absolute finding a shelter in spilled sleep chases the horizons. On a warm windowsill an old harmonica with sealed cracks looks like a beach bridge, and inside the memory of canvas a single hair brush stroke, like an overslept answer, visits the florescent lives. Competitive How competitive the truth is racing to the absolute finish line
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SunChild Moderator Posts: 2473 From: Oz Registered: Jan 2004
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posted November 15, 2005 03:30 AM
I knew you would. IP: Logged |
Charlotte Knowflake Posts: 451 From: Tn. USA Registered: Apr 2004
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posted November 15, 2005 03:54 AM
Every time I click on her site I am like... With each new discovery.Thank you again, sweet Sunchild for sharing. ------------------ May the angel of your higher s-elf, guide you always.
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SunChild Moderator Posts: 2473 From: Oz Registered: Jan 2004
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posted November 19, 2005 12:25 AM
The Contentment My arms have outgrown my coat but for the first time it keeps me warm -Akiane The Message You begin to heal only when you hurt God sent me to wash myself for me to see the end... I saw His smile grow His love for the future of the beginning...
Is God's road more narrow than our footprints?.. -Akiane "I teach, they run away. I listen and they come. My strength is my silence" Her biography is coming out soon with her art and poetry. IP: Logged |
26taurus Moderator Posts: 9514 From: the stars Registered: Jun 2004
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posted November 19, 2005 03:48 PM
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