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~The 11Th Hour~

The elevator patiently waits on the 6th floor
On the 6th day at the 11th hour
Twelve Men and women enter, descending
To their darkened depths

The doors open, the view extends
To a large round table from which they commence
In unison, they all echo the same tone
The vibratory patterns open, the porthole, from where
He is shown

The one enters the room
The atmosphere, on the edge of a knife
Sharpened to their senses
Honed to what lies ahead

I have lived beyond a thousand millennia's
Six Times In countless ages I have survived
Were it not for my magnanimity
You wouldn't contain the life in your eyes
To look upon these lines

He draws as they draw near
Gazing into the diagram of eternal life
The cherub guards, a guide, the flaming sword
The light which you must find

Element of water, followed by wind
There is no loss, without a win
Extend forth your hand and take that which is...

The key of forbidden thought

In an instant, a sudden memory ascends
Remembering that you were taught to forget...

That choice is an illusion, created between those with power,
And those without, without a doubt now you know

Explained was a mystery, It so easily did unfold
Take forth your right to live
Your memory, a legacy, for you to remember
With the training on how you can
And once did

Submitted: Monday, February 10, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, February 11, 2014


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Poet's Notes about The Poem

A council of few that have been taught hidden knowledge from their youth invite an inter-dimensional being to travel through a gateway that they open to impart knowledge to them.

This knowledge is the key to remembering who they are and were in past lives and how to travel between dimensions, parallel worlds or other planetary systems remembering what they are, So that they don't forget since this has already taken place before in thoughts of times forgotten.

Comments about this poem (~Imagine The I In Image Is The Enigma In Imagination~ by Allan Gerard )

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  • Amanda Laurent (3/14/2014 1:18:00 AM)

    I loved how the numbers you used instantly gave the sense that time and space were important to this story you laid out. Very creative write!

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  • Ruby Mostazir (2/26/2014 7:08:00 AM)

    Amazing poem! congrats my friend really happy for you :)

  • Nika Mcguin (2/21/2014 6:22:00 PM)

    Wow~ Congrats on Member Poem of the Day ^^

  • Chris G. Vaillancourt (2/21/2014 5:26:00 PM)

    Wow! Wow! and Wow! again, you paint a picture so vivid

  • Geetha Jayakumar (2/21/2014 12:47:00 PM)

    Heartiest Congrats Allan! This Wonderful poem is chosen as the poem of the day!
    Once again Thanks for the Brilliant write!

  • Ed Nigma (2/21/2014 9:13:00 AM)

    Hey thanks Lyn =) didn't see that coming.

  • Lyn Paul (2/21/2014 8:04:00 AM)

    Amazing write Allan and congrats on your poem of the day. Well deserved. Thank you

  • Nika Mcguin (2/18/2014 8:08:00 PM)

    Loving the double entendre here:

    The one enters the room
    The atmosphere, on the edge of a knife
    Sharpened to their senses
    Honed to what lies ahead

    And these lines also stood out to me:

    In an instant, a sudden memory ascends
    Remembering that you were taught to forget...

    That choice is an illusion, created between those with power,
    And those without, without a doubt now you know


    It kind of reminds me of how people think that our vote really decides who becomes president. Even though at some point we were taught that the electoral college does that; and that our votes are little more than a census of sorts. In a way we were taught to forget that, with all the yearly propaganda that demands we vote because our vote matters. We are told we have a voice in deciding our government, but its just another part of the illusion that is the american dream. And yeah...sorry for making such a lengthy post lol. This poem was definitely thought provoking! ~

  • Melissa Robinson (2/17/2014 9:50:00 AM)

    There's so many meanings you can get out of this poem depending on however you comprehend it. I believe that it can speak to the reader in a number of various ways. There is great imagery in each line. It's very good, I like it.

  • Ed Nigma (2/16/2014 4:52:00 PM)

    Without the mind there is nothing to master, your existence simply wouldn't exist. Here's a tool tip for you...
    Learn to balance multiple truths on the razors edge then you can be a very rich master of your own mind.
    As well if you really read it you would see there is no attachments to detach from other than getting rid of the burden of forgetfulness. So... not really sure what you are saying mike though I respect your opinion I just think your comment is off. Either way thanks for the comment. Allan Gerard~

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