when alone, I feel incomplete in the light of day
Month: January 2016
Where does reality begin and end?
Standardthe root of reality is far from clear
No one is perfect, let us be respectful.
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The voice of reason is often said to be carried
by winds to distant shores to enlighten those
left too long in the shadow of ignorance.
But the truth is not so pleasant,
for what blows across tempestuous oceans
not only carries wisdom, but also
the weight of prideful dust sprinkled with conceit.
Being often plagued with misperception,
the hot air that rises to take up high moral ground,
can also find itself fall as easily as rain that gathers
from the shadows of its own darkened clouds.
life an open book
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If only life was an open book, I would
happily write all day to change the plot
and make the world happier and funnier
a final insult
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pity the fallen
who days before stood tall, now
denied dignity
A changing wind
Standardyou arrived so fresh
O wind, only to bring
a storm of problems
the warmth from the heart
Standardthe warmth of dreams can
even make winter coldness
quickly melt away
taking shape
Standardunder sun and clouds
a shadow grows awaiting the
touch of perception
fertile imagination
Standardlet feet remain forever planted on
the fertile lands of imagination
An open book
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etched on my face, the passage of many seasons
my beloved, my inspiration
Standardeverything I feel
everything I imagine
is because of you
heads buried in the sand
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blessed with sight, and yet
blinded to the truth we drift
into endless storms
plucked from life
Standardgathering beauty
only to see it wilt in
the prime of its life
rushing to judgement
Standardhow quick we are to
judgement, like a rushing stream,
narrow our reasons
Let it grow freely
Standardlove is more radiant
when left free to grow in the
garden of our hearts
stillness brings clarity
StandardHeron, stay a while
help me find wisdom in the
gathering stillness
an earthly soul
Standardseeded from the light
of heaven, but grounded to
earth these old, old trees
cold frosty morning
Standardcold January –
my flesh, feeling torn from limbs
yearn for summer’s warmth
at the heart of conspiracies
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even certainty
cannot mar interest in
possibilities
let your ambitions fly
Standardwith sky my limit
come ambitions, let us fly
on the wings of hope
under a winter spell
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sick and feverish
the beauty of dawn is lost
this winter morning
Let it become more real
StandardSay it one more time
so that it becomes more real.
Touch me with your words
So that I may learn to feel.
Come words, without you
I can lose my soul.
Please words, do flow to
help achieve my goal.
Come brighten my thought and
say it the way you mean it!
Repeat what you say
the way in dreams I’ve seen it!
Let them leave sweetly
from your gentle lips,
like the bright sails
on fair weathered ships.
Say it one more time
to share your reality.
Touch me with your words-
let it last…for eternity!
effortless
Standardeffortlessly your
graceful wings rise to still my
ever beating heart
meaning lost in shadows
Standardlife and words often
part ways with the rising and
setting of the sun
A peaceful world disturbed
Standardonce dreams of peace came
with wild abandonment, now
they arrive softly
Opportunities come
Standarda fresh wind blows
carrying clouds over mountains
hearts towards clear sky
Through different eyes
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never lose your smile!
learn to look at life from a
different angle
chaos and order
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the seed of chaos
enters our existence as
waves of certainty
territorial disputes
Standardfind me if you dare
StandardI am not perfect
but there is sweetness hidden among
the prickly brambles
Life in the mirror
Standardreflections dancing
with reality on the
edge of perception
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