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Know From Nothing

By Lawrence Sharpe

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Copyright © 2010 Lawrence Sharpe
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ISBN: 978-1-4520-5692-0

Chapter One

A Chasm Roaming through vacant space Alone The emptiness is cold Vast, Though no sound made its way into the basin Nowhere to ricochet The echoes couldn't grow They just floated out and evaporated I held a steady pace ... But to where I didn't know And I really didn't care I write with the gloves off And share what's in me squared Bare bone and open Dared to venture up the stairs On and on and higher still Prepared to reveal my failures In the hope you heard my prayers Time cannot love anyone It's not allowed to share A Delayed Response My thoughts were clotted and blocked off ... Clogged up and stopped ... It cost me an evening Improbable cause Common flaws breed Phenomenal loss Inertia deposits A delayed response Echoes my consciousness Suspending ideas So none are acknowledged And nothings accomplished Intelligent squalor Illogical walls Laudable jib Notorious jaw Victory looms Astonishing webs New cocoons A suitable draw Unusual depth Incessant production Of formulated equations A bag full of assumptions Nothing escapes A Distinct Dizzy Pimp toe Skimpy vim Limited whimsy Flimsy grip ... A distinct dizzy Rhythm of the thin Brittle divots Dip and dimple Simple little spins ... Slim signals Ninja yin Grim shivers The wind ... Any given line shimmers Glitter in the glib ... Dribble ricochets Rinse away the ridge Double vision vividly mixed With nimble bits of vigour Nibble on the myth ... In the middle of the mist I mumble to myself and figure ... I think of all the slivers Of information I deliver I mutter softly And slowly flutter into flame It's so exhausting To be controlled by an offer It's like a voice talking Calling out to me And wanting more ... How much can I absorb? In such a short time What stress will it afford? If it overloads my mind It attacks me when I'm bored And forces my hand to glide A Generous Bustle North powder To the sands of red Lebanon Below hour First hand seclusion Moot overtones Under the moon Between writhing gusts of warm summer winds Stars melt through That royal blue expanse Carats skim the ocean Carats spin and dance And for the most brief moment The galaxy exhales A Genuine Draft Here's a new one Just for you Just in time It's been a while ... A wild ride Now and then I'll smile Slip and slide Arrive in style ... Now it's time Paradigms compiled Compilations rise Secret files ... Those are mine In separate piles Priceless works Of the highest calibre ... The finest words Piece of mind can buy ... Verses worth The years I've tried Tears I've cried To fulfill my purpose ... Cleared my mind And decided to write ... I made the choice to change I chose to fight And make it on my own With no assistance All alone I owed myself ... For your enjoyment A Local Synthetic The devil thrives on border towns Feeding on big dreams Chaos and disorder Alcohol and all that brings The devil's watching now As I expose him and his schemes There's nothing he can do But take revenge on my friends And infect my family My intelligence makes it enticing It's too terrific to pass by To damn an innocent to hell Anyway you can and fry them He gets into the very worst of a person Brings it to the surface Then he nurses it through pain It grows unbeknownst to the host Until it hatches Cracks open Is the devil catching up? Or am I slowing down? Is there somewhere I can go to figure out how to beat him? A New Day Holistic sleeves of light Funnelled into tunnels Of arid dream states That placid fabric of desire Its vintage application An almost holographic effect Virtual sensations Luminesce ... By dawn New incarnations Bless the milk of the waking world Nestled between fantastic allegories Fantasy intact At the mouth of St. Peters South delta prattle Ambrosia for the people Castles in their heart Chalice of the sleeping Visions to visionary vistas Olympia in the teaching A New Morning A cue from a new morning Soaring through the day It's the vagabond With mondo confidence Sudden fits of brilliance Bits of genius Hostile vim Probable galaxies At impossible speeds in fractals Zodiac hand Cumulus moustache Cold fall into shams Splashing in the dust Cousin of the storm Prayer finds anguish In the form of language torn A cue from the morning Brought a smile to my face Soaring through the day Serving innards on dinner plates So I let the music play And felt warm On bitter evenings A Noisy Stroll The ventriloquist returns Words fall behind me Bound from stirring anymore Forbidden to touch the air That once gave life to new worlds ... Hurled faith Out of familiar stories of the time Under my control Every single line composed Contains remnants of a super nova The ghosts of old agree No one even knows How powerful a thought can be The raw voltage thrown Grope the sky And clutch stone The husk of day dreams From the dust of nervous woes Perhaps I never left A Seedless Approach A seedless approach Closer to victory Appropriate slowness Is a part of my identity I wander alone Within caves That line each side of my mind Deep inside these cavities Is where I usually hide Or spend time rewinding memories That usually find me In the darkness My heart is on fire Realms are colliding Parallel doors open and close Thunder and lightning The striking silhouette of a rose Is undermining young women Hitch on to the rhythm And let one hand go The system bucks For trust and principle For bucks it's simple Lethal amounts of negative industry My apathy grows Aside from the misery Minuscule quotes And commercialized commerce A seedless approach In quarters Epiphany Glorious notes Eclectic electricity A Softer Approach Return my enthusiasm Chasms ahead Naked thoughts in empty canyons In the blackness addressed Tangles eclipse The last sacrifice At moderate length Watered down Another offering A nice bit of shank Cutlets divided up properly The right to be frank Is reserved for authors posturing In obnoxious displays Cacophonic deposits Of a foolish disdain Allotted illogically Fully automated effusion Blossoms beautifully often A softer approach In a common ballet A new orbit Its absorbency is more than enough Immortal ordinance An orchestrated formula flung To be the one And never know it That's reality's gravity A Translation The universe trying to understand itself Is God in an adolescent sense A pubescent vacuum, a single consciousness Omnipotent, a splash of inverted energy Reverse fantasy folding into itself...