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So Far

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Watching

Waiting

Gazing silently at the horizon… listening to my heart

All my thoughts escaped

At peace

 

All my thoughts escaped

But only for a moment

 

For they shall return

They shall come flooding into my mind

Harkening to my soul

Bombarding me with feelings

Regret, longing, memories, failures… want

 

I see it 

Where I envision myself

 

I feel it

My Soul waits in confusion

Two lives 

Two desires

One pure 

One tainted

My soul waits in contemplation

 

It doesn’t know what to feel

So much has simply passed

time

dreams

thoughts

knowledge simply slipping though the mind

landing on the wings of an angel

she waits

arms reaching to entrust the moments lost

“your answers”

she waits

 

I get tired of looking

The horizon so far away

Of all my wants

Of all my searching

I want to be complete

I want to be one 

Mind and Soul

Letting the ego go

 

Yet it is so far

One must travel the endless journey

To meet the horizon

This journey

Is life

And life

As the horizon

is infinite

Let us live

Journey to the end of the world

It may be far

So far

It may be

Let it be

Receive me

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Into the arms of abyss
Receive me

Into the fields of light
Receive me

Into your fortress of clouds
Receive me

When dawn crashes upon waters
And shadows bring forth ice

When storm carries winter
And the release is a ray of night

When the thunder shatters
And lightning embraces

When silence is scarce
And noise is null

When all is sacred
And all is inside

Receive me
Release me

Beginning and End

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And He said…
“I will show you how it began”

He showed a place
Beautiful full of grace

He brought me to the start
“Feel the light,
Not far is the heart”

He took me there
Free of worry
Free of care

He showed me a tree
Roots and limbs free

Life breathes
Through the leaves

In this place
Beautiful full of grace
There was peace

Then He said…
“I will show you how it ends”

He brought upon me confusion
He brought upon me chaos

He showed me birth
He showed me death

He took me there
Free of worry
Free of care

He showed me a tree
Roots and limbs free

Then He said…
“Do you see?
Life is the tree,
In the beginning,
This is the end”

“I wish not confusion upon thee”

“I wish only you to see,
What a cycle life can be”

Emotion is life…
Through birth and death
Sadness is happiness
Life is death

“Although masked by the same,
You have given it a name”

My Angel

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My Angel
Are you there when I sigh?

Do you feel it when I cry?

Do you feel it when I die?

My Angel

Are you lonely for me?
Do I harken a cry too painful for thee

Am I selfish

For questioning and neglecting you

Are you happy?

Am I?

 

My Angel

Do I make you smile?

Do I make you laugh?

Do you feel my heart?

Are you near my path?

I wish to be…

I wish to do…

I wish you near

For eternity…

 

My Angel
Can you feel it?

The life which you guide.

Can you hear it?

My soul filled with pride.

 

My Angel
Is He great? 

As great as you?
Can you relate?

Perhaps a fate for you…

 

My Angel
I wish to see 

As the blind enlightened

I wish to hear

As the deaf awakened

I wish to speak

With the voice forever silent

I wish to touch

With the purity of the mind

 

My Angel
Call me home
Together, never alone

I pray to Him
Do you hear me?
My Angel

I feel for Him
Do you feel me?
My Angel

I cry for Him
Are you there?
My Angel

 

I speak to him

Perhaps you, my angel

Clarity

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Clarity appears
Time holds its fears

New visions and tears
Drawing upon the years

Speak it clear
For your soul may hear

Truth in vision
Truth in decision

What have we
But blame and shame
To tame the flame
Or be it the same

For clarity holds fears, tears and years
As does vision with blame and shame

Speak clear… for your soul to hear

Tired of making sense

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What am I waiting for? Perhaps Life… perhaps death… or whatever falls in the middle

I have been waiting for that miracle, that moment, that epiphany… the moment where it will all make sense… Does that make sense? I have waited so long yet my impatience is unjustified… part of my mind is content… the other is at war with my ideals, the way I want to live and the way I chose to live… Does that make sense?

I have waited and now my body is beginning to wear… I am getting tired… I have waited for life to get easier… less misfortunes and more joy…I have waited and asked, not for much… just a small sign… am I selfish? Perhaps… I seem to ask for more now and become more disheartened… again… a battle between my ideals and my reality…

I work hard everyday… I work my bones make my body weak… My mind has been strong, so has my spirit… now I find that time has turned away. No longer on my side. Time has gone to join my dreams and desires… hidden from my sight and my knowledge… time has joined my delusion.

Perhaps I speak toofreely, letting my inhibitions free… letting my body speak for my mind and thus for my souls subconscious… does that make sense? I have a feeling that all my waiting has turned into acomforting illusion… that perhaps the viel will never drop… my mirage will never fade and in turn this reality will in turn be reality…

Tired of working so hard… I do not even do it for myself… I need to breathe…