Category Archives: Poetry

Apart

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Slowly I turn to see your face,

the lines around your eyes.

Are they smiling or are they sad?

I try to catch your stare

Its gaze far from here

I watch your movements,

Your body unattached

Unaware

*

I touch your shoulder, as if waking from a trance

I felt the touch against my shoulder

I felt the pull of energy from mine and mine from yours

I felt your spirit cling as if for hope, waiting for more

*

So far away are your thoughts

As mine are reaching for yours

So distant

It makes me cry

The saline tears fall to your side

*

They turned your gaze

Attention focused

My attention drawn

I face you,

You finally see me

You stare

Our eyes

Our beautiful eyes

*

Be that they always see light

Be that they alway learn

For they have

Even as vision fades

I am outside

You are Inside

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Yet forever it feels as if we are always meant to be

Apart

Deaf and Forgotten

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Do you hear it? the forever. there are things that are true and there are those things which are false. Watch them, the waves of song, the voice ,that ethereal sound. the screaming inside. the fire. the soul breaking shatter. It grips you and shakes your soul. Pleading.

Do you hear it? the yearning. there are things which remain unspoken and there are things which are and will forever be broken. Watch them, the traces of light, the glance which steals it path through and throughout the unfortunate dreamers. gone are the dreams, frozen. the time stopping fear of being lost. Lost in waiting to be heard.

Can you hear anything anymore? how can one choose to be deaf to it? I know how, and I forgot how to listen. Do you care anymore?

 

Whether I care is irrelevant. I have listened, I have heard and I have spoken. The Forgotten are the Lonely. Remember that.

A reason

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Fear not the night, nor the darkness which heralds false unease. The prospect of our senses blinded by the lack of light… the lack of sun… the lack of awareness as to what we shall become. Freedom awakens to the heavens as we drift to where our souls meet… ready for the mind to release and the soul to take flight… the wind remains calm, for the rays dance in ethereal light…

On the wings of my soul

In the shadows of my plight
On the borders of my mind
As my spirit brings forth sight

As vivid as our dreams
As immortal as our souls
As our endless years unfold
The truth we always hold

On the cusp of a dawn
Our sorrows were reborn
Shadows of the eclipsed sun
Casting hope

Though they sought none

Now the shadow’s seeking night

Night as darkness

Dawn as sorrow

Be it as a light in the morrow

Be it happiness in the perceived abyss

Be it simply

Life is not always as it is

So I say, once more… fear not that which can be misunderstood. Fear not darkness simply because it is dark. Dismiss not pain simply because it hurts. Deny not sorrow for the well may once be full… there is always season… there is always a reason

And reason is as Life

Breath

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Labored with in a hollow cavern,

the air stagnant,

slow to move.

Fear of escaping the warmth

of the hollowed womb.

It has grown thick.

It is red. 

It is Silent

Living dead

Pulsing

bleeding 

forever

feeling

A shallow breath

INHALE

Exhale

Something a little dark. For years this has been an outlet. I fear I have become a slave to my world. I just need to breathe. ~Enreal

A Sense of Belonging

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I do not belong here
Among the low of spirits and the weak of hearts
Of those whose tongues be shamed
Though I must speak of it the same

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I do not belong here
Among the empty dreams and failed attempts
For I dream of Life and Love
A vision of peace and wonder sent from above

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I do not belong here

though only now I realize I know

I have never felt the way my mind accepted

My heart always knew it couldn’t know

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Though I sense so much more of where I belong

I know I have been wrong

My voice carries on meanings which have slipped passed my judgement

My mind carries on memories of the feelings

memories of the words

memories of the tears

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I seem to have forgotten these times, though I search for meaning
I will never forget the feeling
It is of a time and setting misplaced

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I know I do not belong here, yet I can not envision any other place

I can only sense I know another face

I belong among valor and love
I belong among the proud and virtuous

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Let my mind speak to me and remind me why I am here
I have forgotten the purpose
And my soul waits

Let my heart speak to me and show me the reason
I feel imprisoned to a time, though not the hour which I seek

Let my soul and I complete

Be in quest of this place

the one and only of our dreams

the one of which we belong

 

 

It is interesting how we look for meaning and answers….

“why is this my life?”, “why am I the way that I am?”, “when will these thoughts and feelings make sense?”.

It is interesting how we forget the lessons we have learned along the way, as if searching for one answer is not enough, we seem to overlook it in our failed attempt to see the “big picture”. I am tired of being so selfish… I stopped writing the poem below because I can not justify my visions… whose to say where I belong? I realize that it should definitely not be me. I am persuaded by my desires. I dance with my ego and have become partner when once I was lead… A sense of belonging, perhaps one which was never meant to be…