dream

The Seed

in what dark recesses of torture remain

exists a dreaded seed for us to obtain

to keep us sane and deliver us from evil

so goes the creed of an everlasting people

 

unending doubt resonates to be

impermanance rooted in an everlasting dream

scarcity of hope glimmering in dusk

prevention of fortune in a world of luck

 

forever told from stories past

eerily reminiscent of perpetual task

systems of new destroyed wisdom once known

for all apart of a world unsown

 

grimmace and malice plagued once more

in dire times that conjured vile scorn

but it was hope that was given once last chance

now grows a tree from the seed of our past

Time and Memories {Revisited}

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Love

I dreamed a dream of stars and light

Shining brightly in the night

But then I saw, to my surprise

That they existed in your eyes


I had an illusion of desire

It's scarlet flames were rising higher

And soon after we took flight

You quickly vanished in the night


I gained an insight of your being

Sitting, broken, hopeless-feeling

I sat next to you, contrite

To tell you it was all alright 


I bear a vision, dark and deep

It has me turning in my sleep

Your memories I'll keep and keep

As I sit to sigh and weep

 
Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just felt like tweaking it a bit, the first part is still my favorite

The Protectors

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January 2019

All she really wanted to do was to live her life the way she wanted to live, not the way the protectors thought she should.

She wanted to be set free from the bonds that bound her to the ground.

Freedom is what she wanted to soar like an eagle, to explore the world outside of her unwanted secure safe haven.

Explore, learn, experience life, her life on her terms.

Explore the unknown world near and far outside of the only world she's known. She needs to crush the bonds that bind her and prove to all she is capable of living a healthy and happy life.

Just to let her breathe and experience life.

She's been told what, where, how, and who to associate with since  the beginning of time, she's ready to destory the bubble that the protectors have formed around her over the years for her own protection they say...

She just wants to experience the outside world herself. To see the world as it is and to meet people from all walks of life.

She must have a first hand experience not  just through books, because you can only learn so much from books, but to be able to experience it first hand and to feel that awe of excitement while she experiences the wonders of the world as others have done 

Her overbearing protectors ask,  ' Where will go? Where will you stay? What will you eat? For you have no money, so they ask How will you achieve your travels when you have nothing?' 

Thinking to herself never a spoken idea or thought to her protectors for they shoot her down with arrows every time, so why say a word at all? When she can remain happy in her thoughts by remaining silent as a lamb.

The protectors tell her to get her head out of the clouds, stop that daydreaming, that's nonsense, you're being foolish with these thoughts and ideas. For it will only bring you sorrow and grief to you.

They act as though she's a helpless lamb who cannot defend for herself without them, when in all actual reality they're suffocating her.

The protectors tell her it's a waste of time that it's a cold, cruel world out there that's why she must remain where she is and to do as she is told to remain safe and secure.

For they tell her if she leaves she will lose everything that the protectors have worked so hard to give her a life, a secure life. If she leaves the protectors she will have nothing, she will leave with nothing, and when she fails she will come back with nothing, but she's willing to take that chance in order for her to live her life to the fullest potential. 

The life that she was meant to have, a life of a newfound freedom.  Adventures lie  ahead in her new way of life that she has chosen for herself and therefore to be an adventurous young woman she will learn and experience all the excitement that awaits her in the unknown outside world.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

long prose poem

Cry In My Sleep

 

 I Lost My Ability To Cry
I'm Hurting So Much
I Feel Hurt
I Feel Pain
I Want To Cry
But Theres Not Tears
Theres No Emotions
Hold Me Please


Because I Can't Feel My Arms
I Can't Feel My Legs Anymore
I Feel Like Crying
But I'm Dying In My Sleep
Waking Up With Dried Up Eyes
I Don't Remember Crying
I Don't Remember Sleeping
Chill Runs Through On My Skin


Crying Out In Pain
I Wish I Could Cry
For My Body Can't Take It Anymore
Is This What It Feels Like
Why Must I Feel So Cold
Why Must I Feel So Emotionless
Pieces Of My Heart
Tears In Pieces


I Wish Again
I Could Cry
Just Once More
If I Could Hold You
If I Could Hug You
And Tell You One More Thing
I Just Want To Cry
I Want To Cry On Your Shoulder

 

 

Liebestraum

I dreamed about you yesterday

 

We talked about how it had been a long time

Since we were last face to face

 

And the experiences we had

While the other was away

 

In this false reality I saw somthing new

I saw love in your gaze

And I believed it to be true

 

You read out a poem you wrote

It consisted of my own wording

  

It was a heart felt love letter

Forged by a mind diluted and yearning

 

Your words haunted me

As my mind furthered the fiction

 

A beautiful girl

In such an imaginary position

 

Forward you leaned

Approaching me for a kiss

 

And as our lips met

I recalled creating this

 

Your body was ethereal

Your speech was vague

 

You were filled with passion

This was not our true fate

 

So I held that moment

I captured it in my mind

 

A love dream of you

Featuring a letter I forged and signed

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Thoughts On Love

Love is like hot cocoa

On a cold winters day

Snuggled up in a blanket

Watching the snow outside

 

Love is like having a dream

Good or bad, it doesn't matter

Because if you roll over

You'll be held all night long

 

Love is like waking up

To dew outside your tent

The birds singing for the morning

 And the smell of a woodfire

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Nostalgia

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Poems.

Finding myself longing for the past,

That fleeting moment I was with you,

The scent of your cologne,

And your sheltered embrace.

Finding myself desiring contact,

To reach out and call you mine,

Not knowing what happened,

Finding myself far away.

The words you spoke,

The manner in which you made me feel,

I yearn for your presence,

Just once more.

Dreaming about us,

Never wishing to wake up,

It's the only place we can meet,

Anticipating our next encounter.

Discouraged is how I feel,

Upon waking up,

Finding I hadn't dreamt of you,

Taking a moment to remember our last.

Coping without you,

Something I didn't imagine I'd have to do,

Our meeting was brief,

But there's an imprint left from you.

Milking the past,

To nurture the present,

It's how I get by,

Without your essence.

I Dream

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Haqueian Verse

I,


Dream of a world,


Peaceful,


Beset with no,


Lie!

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Take a Look Inside

Verse 1:
Take a look inside:
What do you see?

A divergred road in two?

Or a new journey?

 

Chorus:
Take me into your arms

'Cause you're my safe haven, babe.

If I already knew

That you were mine to keep,

I wouldn't have wasted time.

 

Verse 2:
Take a look inside:
Will you choose the diverged road

Or a new journery

Of life's mysteries?

 

Bridge:
Now, things are collapsing

Onto my feet again.

Take a look inside:
What do you see?

 

Last-Chorus:
Now, the time has come for me

To put myself into your arms tonight.

Wrong or right,

I won't even try. 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Song I wrote today about looking inside and asking the person you love to look inside themselves to see what they truly think about you two being in a relatoinship, etc. It's about unrequited love, basically.