Category Archives: Poetry

Turn Back

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Once upon a time I was unique… I spoke words true and laughed in the face of doubt… I was strong.

Once upon a time I was whole… I felt with my soul and spoke with my mind… Now my soul cries and my tears die… I was wrong.

Once upon a time I made a choice… I turned away and let them stray… they were my words… they were my songs… now I find I am all alone…

Once upon a time I said these words. It was the beginning of the end and now that end is gone. It disappeared and I fear my actions are unjustified… they can not change time… no matter how hard I try… I’m sorry doesn’t suffice

through silence

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Only through silence I will see

The dawn breaking in front of me

Its colors vivid,

though I remain blind

The light so timid,

in the shadows of my mind

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Why have I silenced my soul

Heard it shout though always I know

That it was I who broke the dawn

I listened to it sing

its final song

The voice is gone

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It shall remain undone

Until Silence has won

Be silent and know

that in truth, you beleive it dead

know the truth in its stead

Silence speaks volumes

They leave shadows

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Time passes

The wind whispers your name.

Thoughts pass

The mind holds them in vain.

The soul grasps

To the memories in pain.

Why must these memories fade?

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Do I recall that which I lost?

The time spent for the highest of cost.

Love is paid from the bond which is made.

As life goes forward with or without a way.

Why must these memories fade?

~

Some may be unburdened, for memories weigh down.

Some may be melancholy, for there is something to be found…

“The memories carry lessons, leaving messages to be read Signs upon the threads… Anchors upon the lines of the mind…”

Why must these memories fade?

~

Loss and gain

Happiness and pain

Sorrow and shame

Through all we overcame…

Why must these memories fade?

~

They leave shadows

Shadows are not memories

A shadow is but darkness cast in the presence of light

it is not the light, only a glimpse

Time passes and the wind whispers your name.

Thoughts pass and the mind holds on in vain.

The soul grasps on to the memories in pain.

Why must these memories fade?

Time speaks

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What say the time… when love becomes divine

When the spirit breaks… leaving behind the wake

The ripples upon water

The shallow darkness falters

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What say the time… when knowledge leaves the mind

When the body trembles… chasing the passages of death

The passages of birth

The breeze escapes the deepest depth

The echos carried upon the softest of breath

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What say the time… when the heart slows the spirit

When the soul loosens… the hold is free

It aches in remembering… it beats for life

It awakens… it forgets

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What say the time… upon the sacred hour

When the mind and body see

When love and knowledge are mirrored

When the Heart and soul are free

The veil is lifted

The mirror reflects

The knowing that has been there

The knowledge held with care

The mind, the heart, the spirit, the soul… all hold pieces… perhaps they shall see

Upon the sacred hour

Forever shall they be free

For now Time is silent

Listen to be heard

Loss

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I

What would you have me do

Sit here simply and dream of you

While my dreams lay broken on the floor

Never to fly

Never to soar

II

What would you have me do

Get on my knees and beg of you

To unveil your eyes and hear my tears

They are only tears

They fall

III

What would you have me do

As I know I have all of you

Despite my mind

I know my  heart

If ever should part

It would be  a start to loss

Static

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We all have voices that need to be heard

We all have feelings

misunderstood

Individual yet as a whole

A din in the wind of the six dimensional soul

Hear them sing as they ring in your ears through the tears

Disguised as fears within the years

The constant

Voices

Of Static

Contradiction

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there you were, before me

your eyes looked into my soul.

I know,

though I can not share this with you.

I know,

though I wish I could tell you.

I know,

as I know your eyes can see my soul.

I can see and I know.

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the tear which erupted from your eye was but single

it forced its way fast, for it knew it would be cast aside

one quick stroke and it vanished.

you have become comfortable with tears,

a comfort no one should face.

your hand reacts automatically,

though your mind knows not its track.

it is sad.

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the  hollowness

parallels the life

which shines

how can eyes be bright and dull simultaneously?

how can beauty be so sad?

how can I see your soul?

tell me,

please.

For I know much

understand more

yet am utterly confused

by contradiction