Category Archives: Imagination

Gone

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Would they realize I was gone? Vanishing, never to be heard from again.

Would they take my  leave as an invitation to search, to try to figure out… what happened?

Would they feel my absence? More than physical, more than emotional? Or lack there of…

Would they take my leave as prompted? Something led cause to this, yet they know not what…

Reassure them that I have left so many times, this is but the first time they noticed.

The countless hours spent within

My thoughts

An untold number of wishes

A myriad of dreams

All passed on, by the ones who now take notice

I will return. Time moves strange where we are. The absence noticed by the others, is simply a flicker of recognition

This makes me smile, for they know not where we are.

The others see and mirror the other facets of where we are.

The many sides of the cut gem

Our mind…

Would they realize I was gone? Only if they realized they were too.

Do you see?

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Societies guild
The crowds mold
Individuality rusts
Personalities fold

Broken is the call

From the hole in the wall

Unveiled is potential

Born is the hope

Burned is hopes’ flame
The Sun Waxes and wanes
Time and change

Be willing to be free

Be willing to be brave

And remember to see what we need to face

Judge of Inquiry

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Full of questions.

Do they deserve answers?

Who is the judge of these matters?

Who holds the wisdom?

Who listens to the minds of millions?

Ever pining away hours with mysteries

Is it Him?


If it is Him

How does He choose

How does He designate the knowledge?

Perhaps behind every question is an answer…

One which speaks softly with the chatter of the mind

Perhaps the answers of the world are only mirages

For people seeking an unworthy truth…

If ever there be an unworthy answer

Perhaps they seek the clear path… already traveled…

Either place reached before… perhaps it is Him… before us… within us… waiting patiently for us to listen…

Perhaps it is Him… Perhaps I hear Him…

“Full of questions…

which do deserve answers…

I am the Judge of Inquiry…

I hold the wisdom…

it is here…

within my palm…

within a grain of sand…

is this your truth?”

Perhaps…

Destined Fall

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Always expect what can not be
Waste not the mind
Breathe not the soul

Search for the answer
Hear the call from beyond the Sun
Carried on the wings of the Wind

Listen completely
Bring answers to the Night
Yet mourn not for the Dawn

Lateness comes early
Prepared not for the departure
For as all is destined for rapture

All is destined to fall

When the fall comes

And we stand on our knees

Let us stand tall

For our fall has hearkened a call

Our call was for the fall

Let it Be Destined

Barely Understood

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Sometimes I think silent thoughts

In a language just barely understood

It is the language of the mind

It is the language of the Soul

It is a language which can not be spoken

A language which can only be shown

It is the language felt in a glance

A language of Love, Purpose, and Knowledge

A true love…

A language in the Mind

It speaks quietly truths unlearned

It grows softly under the veil of silence.

These truths unknown

Spoken eloquently

Peacefully

This voice unheard

This voice unshared

The butterflies are here

They are fluttering…

I hear those silent thoughts again…

They speak of happiness

In a language just barely heard…

If I knew how to describe this smile

I would

In this language

Barely understood

Uninspired

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I SHALL BE

STILL AND BREATH

WAIT FOR ETERNITY

WAIT FOR A GLIMPSE

WHAT IS MEANT TO BE

EMPTY FOR WORDS

ALONE

UNFAMILIAR

UNINSPIRED

A BREEZE BLOWS

THE GENTLE WIND

CALM AND STILL

INSPIRED BENEATH THE SUN

AWAKEN

STILL DREAMS TO COME

STILL DREAMS TO COME

I have been feeling strange as of late

almost uninspired, yet the words flow… I know not from where… or for what purpose… they hold something… I know not what… I have been feeling strange

Alone with time… alone in my mind

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My dearest friend, my guardian, my watcher… what plagues you? For one whose presence was known, now your voice is quiet. For one whose brilliance once shone, now your light is faint. All things in time. Time is the blessing, the blessing for which the latter seems the same. The blessing of suffering and pain, yet one which experienced is indeed the same.

Time, enabler of silence. The means to an end… For which have you say my friend… is it within or without. What say you to my voice, the very voice which has been silenced? What say you to the light, for it was once ours to see in the darkest of nights… What thoughts have you to my query? The very thoughts I leave presented on the ground. My letter, my voice, my sound…

What say you to these things… shall I leave you be. Leave you with time? Shall I lay on the blanket of clouds and listen to the angels singings from above… Shall I wait for you? or is it Time… For you seem to have lost the battle… and become a prisoner to the mind…

 

 

Captivated and confused, we must lose the illusion of Time…. for what is it, truly?