Good-byeThis is the end. I send loved ones off with a terse trite wave And a brief embrace. They smile back at me or laugh. We gather together on the friendly streets of this small city To enjoy what we have left.Good-bye
It has been the middle. We have know all weaknesses and great virtues Of acquaintances of years. Have given grace and advice in need Survived the treaties and wars around us That never lasted for the moment.
It was the beginning. A meeting in quiet anticipation To know each other and the world. Together we became one, a tree to branch off
Knowing the Difference"Go on," says the mother bird. "Fly and be free." The ingenuous baby bird looks up into her amber eyes, and replies: "Mother, the distance will kill me. There is a difference, I know, between the sayingKnowing the Difference
and the doing." And the mother bird responds:
"But the difference, is in the eyes. You do not wish to see beyond that which you can already conquer. For once, Trust yourself; trust your hope. It is failing."
Maybe NotYou found me frozen, Closed inside myself Barred from the world. I held the broken pieces of my heart close Searching for the missing shard Feeling blindly on the earthen floor.Maybe Not
I felt your warmth next to me, Standing over me.
You took my hand
Lifted me from the floor Easing me into your hands. From your pocket you pull The last, lost bit I could never find on my own. You had it in your keeping.
The feel of the smooth glass shard Reminds me of that one piece I found: It doesn’t belong to me. I pull it out of my pocket &n
UsedI On the floor again, you say, as the stone melts within my skin, sticky and silent like butterflies. You pushed me off my self and ran rough fingers on my face, You are beautiful, you sayUsed
so to the castle wall you laid me to be loved until I broke apart. Do tears burn your eyes, you ask, they are beautiful, just as an empire of stars, I can almost see my self in there.
II The queen opens the door again and dances her way upstairs. So hurry we must, you say and love me too before the world cages us. You are beautiful
RosesA rose by any other name Is still a rose at heart. It's just the name that is changed. But what if it's not the name which differs? What if it is infact the heart? What if the heart becomes dead and decayed Killing the spirit from the inside out. Even though the inside is rotten It's still the same name Different personality Same face Different expression Same body Different mind Same voice Different outlook on life Is it still a rose? Or is it something else now Indescribable by words alone.Roses
PonderingsSome may ponder,Ponderings
That if the mate of your soul remains unknowing
of the regard you hold for them, then you can never be happy. And to grasp inner peace, One must confess these yearnings and then
aspire for a positive reaction therof. But if one were to question me,
I would ponder, That there exists several levels of happiness. Like there's recieving a compliment, Or winning the lottery. Like there's stubbing your toe, Or attending a eulogy. And each day, we can do nothing, but to ponder The humility of our ability. And level with all human fear
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