Mirror

Mirror (Day 4)

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365 Day Challenge

 

I am not the first

 

(And certainly I will not be the last)

 

To speak with the man in the mirror.

 

Sullen eyes gaze back at me,

 

While silent lips provide me with what I need to know.

 

The perfect reflection,

 

Allows me to observe every aspect.

 

For once in my life,

 

Somebody understands,

 

And I am not alone,

 

For I have the man in the mirror.

 

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Looking at the Mirror

I look at the mirror,


Plentiful memories appear,


Like magic before my eyes!


Arousing delight, grief and fear!


 

I move my eyes away,


Like a guilty soul,


I focus on the mirror again,


Parts of you I see, not the figure whole!


 

Poignant I become as Shah Jahan was,

 

After the demise of Mumtaz.

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Trust

Sex, 

drugs, 

ciggerettes , 

money and music , 

power and fire , 

pornography ,

philosophy , 

on top of me, 

inside of you ,

can you trust me?

 

space, 

death, 

lies , 

loniliness ,consciousness,

treading thy water ,

everyday I'm worse ,

everyday I wake up,

come wander with me love ,

come wander with me ,

away from this sad world ,

come wander with me ,

I came from the sunset ,

I came from the sea,

come wander with me love ,

can you trust me? 

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Mirror of Time

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Just a thought!

Mirror of Time

Mirror of time, what do you see, A baby, a child, years of history?

Watching and waiting to divulge your content, you miss nothing.

Focused on a space in time, you capture truth of an image, without emotion or obstructed view.

You reflect everything in your path, yet, you see nothing.

We need each other to reveal a moment in time

For, I am your eyes as you are mine.

    Barry Anderson

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just a thought that came to me looking in the mirror.

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A Face and A Mirror

and I'll find my way back and fill every crack
of what I dared to abandon and lack
As I hid under a shadow and erased my name
Because all others thought I was just a game

To take the needles called imperfections out of my heart
and use them as the strength to guide me a better part
Where the papers of my chapter aren't so wrinkled and illegible anymore
and I open my real eyes and to the light, beckoning, a real door


To my surprise, all is shining and ever free
and the clear sparkle of waters bring to reflect the real me
So, then, what brings you, what monster are you, foul mirror?
To sacrifice my time and what I hold ever dearer?


I ask you then, will it be a face, or will it be my words?
Or do my words mean nothing, flocking appeal to idle herds?

Bring to me please, the powerful quality and grace of personality
and let beauty paint my face, beauty associated with the pureness of my mentality

A Hole: Pain Through The Brain

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Poetry

I waked up,

In the mirror I had my closeup.

There was a hole in my throat,

Fastly I slipped into my coat.

 

I went to the hospital,

I was worried I recall.

I gave the fault to Abra,

Who was able to the macabre.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A dream I had.

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Total Listening Silence

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Silence

 

 

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TOTAL LISTENING SILENCE
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Someone who listens totally

knows that even a simple

clarification question

can disturb the

reflection

as water waves fragment

the sun’s image on a mirroring lake

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-saiom shriver-

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Cold Darkness

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First Poems
Cold darkness…

So deep and sharp,

So silent and still.

Glug…glug…glug…

Water dropping,

So… slow…

Such maddening sound

From elusive ceilings.

Glug…glug…glug…

Inhale…exhale

Dimness

Pierced by a glow

As a hero’s victorious sword,

Light swallowed the black abyss.

Mist flies above,

As Universal particles,

Concentrated in a point of

Harmony,

In the middle of fight

Where suns and moons

Revolve around…

Damp moss surrounds my sole,

As I pace,

Gracefully in vibrating lull.

And glanced have I,

In the abysmal water,

And seen a miracle around me:

It’s her,

Her majesty,

Celebrating,

In her richness of tones and shades,

Dancing in the mirror of truth,

The reflection of soul and thoughts.

Then standing behind such glory,

I couldn’t see but her,

Her dazzle of life,

And MAN to worthless has succumbed,

An error,

Not fitting in this splendor.
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