Peace Song   
Dec. 5th, 2009 | 02:17 am 
 
And here in my peaceful garden
do I sleep.

Cross the sea, down the skies come
to be a blanket to my dreams
flown in from a summer's eve.

All hallow night, for in thy cradle
rest me safely by
and ne'er come to harm.


(written Dec 2001) 		 
 
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Point of View   
Oct. 29th, 2008 | 04:44 pm 
 
"I'll look into it," he says,
and I know he will
because he always does.

He watches out for me,
and looks after the things
he knows I'll forget.

He watches the time
when there are obligations to fulfill,
but never when we're just having fun.

He looks to me for advice,
and always tries to see
my point of view.

But even when we're not
eye to eye,
he sees things through to the end.

He looks forward to the future.

Though he never goes looking for trouble,
when it comes,
he doesn't look to others to solve it for him.

He can't judge a book by its cover,
or look a gift horse in the mouth.
He's never fooled by appearances.

So though the doctors call him "blind,"
sometimes,
I think his vision is better than mine. 		 
 
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Dec. 17th, 2006 | 04:35 am 
 
Words do not fall.

From your lips, they fly;
Bourne on a breath of conviction,
Given wings of significance,
and guided by sincerity.

From mine, they are drawn;
Coaxed as a fawn to a stream,
Glad to drink of its purity,
refreshed by crystal clarity.

Your words do not fall on deaf ears.
Nay, they do not fall at all,
but linger in my heart, caressing my soul.
They float on winds of truth,
and I breathe them in as though they were oxygen. 		 
 
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Honesty vs. Perception   
Dec. 11th, 2006 | 08:37 pm 
 
The liar cannot fathom the honest man;
Like gazing into a well,
he sees only his own reflection,
Or wielding a two-edged blade,
it wounds in both directions.

The liar cannot fathom the honest man.
He hides from the world and himself,
his heart gird with thorns and steel.
It pricks the hands that would touch it,
refusing to let itself feel.

A vicious cycle that seeming has no end,
The liar cannot fathom the honest man;
Neither can he fathom "friend." 		 
 
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Motion Ascent   
Dec. 8th, 2006 | 11:18 pm 
 
A flicker of shadow,
silhouetted form...
A moment, and it's gone-
He wonders, is there more?

Hesitation lingers,
his hand raised halfway;
With the briefest of touch,
doors gently give way.

A light beckons upward:
"Victory is near."
With each step he rises,
so lessens his fear.

The place is familiar,
he knows what to do.
Casts illusion aside,
baring all to view.

The Mystery unveiled
takes Truth by the hand;
A match ordained holy-
his woman, her man. 		 
 
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Submission   
May. 21st, 2006 | 12:44 am 
 
Waking up to thoughts of you,
never really knowing why;
Nothing else for me to do-
step back with a wistful sigh.
Things will go on as they are,
ever as they did before-
Watching as if from afar,
never opening the door.
What's inside, I'll never know...
Honor dictates this should be,
For I'd never deign to go
where there is no place for me. 		 
 
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Dreamcatcher   
May. 13th, 2006 | 03:04 pm 
 
The reality of dreams,
a mockery to that of day.
Things that couldn't ever be,
or memories now far away.

Premonitions of a fate
that we may never come to see;
Playful spirits of the night,
eternally to torment me.

Can I trust the sweetness of
a fantasy held ever near?
Will the things I've come to love
fade into nightmares born of fear?

Shall I ever guard my dreams
when nightfall comes to close my eyes?
Nothing ever as it seems;
Distinguish between truth and lies.

Rest my ever-weary thoughts,
and soon succumb to fitful sleep;
A respite that, so dearly bought,
lays guilty pleasure at my feet. 		 
 
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Apr. 30th, 2006 | 11:12 pm 
 
Is it simply the lure of the unattainable?
A trap set out, the precious bait, and then...
Snap! It shuts you out.

The expressions of the soul, within.
The mysteries of the heart, without.
And all around, the words unspoken.

Something behind the eyes...
Windows of stained glass, shuttered and closed;
Curtained, hidden, and yet, somehow reflective.
What happens when our eyes meet?

How do I explain the irrational? 		 
 
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Feb. 15th, 2006 | 06:36 pm 
 


Inspiration: [mood icon] exultant
The real me stepped out to throw the shutters wide,
Leaving us stranded in the brilliant summer light.
It slowly faded into the afterglow,
and the only words were these: "I told you so." 		 
 
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Mother   
Jan. 31st, 2006 | 07:36 pm 
 
Standing alone in a circular room,
Mirrors all around the walls;
A rose bursts in flames right after it blooms,
Now the ashes start to fall.

Memories of a distant childhood past
Where every role is reversed-
Hope beyond hope that the pain wouldn't last,
Weaving the dreams of the cursed.

Shuffle the cards and then throw down your bets,
Try to win when others deal.
Each one deserving what everyone gets,
Finding a new way to feel. 		 
 
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Best Friends   
Jan. 17th, 2006 | 04:24 am 
 
As I lay me down to sleep
I watch my body try to keep
Mem'ry of a night so real
Barely had to try to feel

Go you did, as go you must
Between us, an unspoken trust
What the morrow brings we may
Greet with the unheral'd day

Deep within my heart of hearts
Tonight though we may be apart
Ever in my arms you'll keep
As now I lay me down to sleep 		 
 
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Caught   
Jan. 17th, 2006 | 04:04 am 
 
Ripples...
inside to outside.
Billowing waves surface..
Carry away reason.
No more time.
No more self.
No more emotion.
Wave upon wave...
Drowning in a sea of ....what?
You. 		 
 
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Oct. 10th, 2005 | 09:13 am 
 
How empty my heart
Now that it has realized
what was never there. 		 
 
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Oct. 10th, 2005 | 09:05 am 
 
Is there harshness in the word
of one set in such a gentle place?
Plans go awry, but love prevails.
Or does it?

Always, life gets in the way.
Blinded by circumstance...
Guarded from reason.

Do not breach the threshold,
lest understanding take hold.
Searing lines that never cross,
lines that only feel what they think they should. 		 
 
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Ceilevyn   
Jan. 8th, 2005 | 08:10 pm 
 
Beautiful angel, makes me cry
Darkest angel, wants to die
Subliminal angel, looking for peace
Growing angel, wants to be free

Glorious angel, why are you here?
Shimmering angel, nothing to fear
Nothing but angels with bells on their wings
Longing for angels, forever to sing 		 
 
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Speak in Dreams   
Aug. 25th, 2004 | 03:40 am 
 
When we meet in dreams, do we speak, or only imagine?
Our fingers touch, but do not feel.
Our feet move, but never meet their goal.
But in this place, spirals and circles never matter,
and the only lines run between our hearts.

Will you be there, always? Only in dreams...
So as I lay down to sleep, you will be there
....watching over me. 		 
 
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Aug. 17th, 2004 | 03:12 am 
 
They say ignorance is bliss...
Does that make bliss ignorable?
Unnotable? Passable? Forgettable?

Come out of the garden and live. 		 
 
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Inspired by Starlight   
Mar. 29th, 2004 | 09:35 pm 
 
Sparks fall like starlight
and a child runs inside
where her mother comforts with a promise.
But the streets have all been stained
soaked with tears and blood
and covered o'er by the long hours of winter.

No one knows when the end of winter
will bring hope among the starlight
And the endless reign of blood
will creep back to hide inside
a psyche that's been forever stained
by the treason of a shattered promise.

Who can trust a promise?
Time brings unto all things winter...
Even after life, sun-stained,
is soothed by cleansing starlight.
Water flows deep, forgotten inside
...for it is far less viscous than is blood.

Even so, oil is thicker still than blood
And vastly more powerful than a promise
negotiated by important men inside
offices guarded safely out of winter.
They shake hands before the starlight
But with their blood those hands are stained.

The innocents whose eyes are stained
with visions flowing down like blood
Obscuring gentle shafts of starlight
thinking wistfully of a promise
Made to a maiden with cheeks of winter
who will now forever wait inside...

Waiting, hopeful, but slowly dying inside
Clutching a letter with ink all smeared and tear-stained
Heart, freezing slowly into winter
until it refuses even its own life-blood
Making silently a sacred promise
To gaze into eternal starlgiht.

But what meaning lies inside a drop of blood
spilled on a street already stained? There is no promise
when forever winter brings its own starlight. 		 
 
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Superstition   
Mar. 17th, 2004 | 11:33 am 
 
The flower petals fell and told me so
They landed in my cup of morning tea
"He loves me not," or so the rhyme may go
But what do fortune-tellers know of me?
Perhaps my fate is written in the stars,
Like diamonds shining in the vast of night
Akin to those on solitary cards
Laid out for me to see which path is right
Or somehow in the way the sticks will fall,
The shaman knows tomorrow's secret end.
The dice will roll, and stop, and then tell all-
Interpret what the fortune cookie sends.
But if you wonder what the future holds
The answer that's inside's worth more than gold. 		 
 
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Feb. 25th, 2004 | 08:33 pm 
 
Crashed, but couldn't burn
Watching the ink as it dries
Don't move a muscle 		 
 
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