Like a songbird he lies
In his nest, in his cage
Protected from the world outside
From anger, hatred, and covetous crimes.
Does anyone hear the songbird cry?
The despair and anguish floating from his cage
Through the woven wicker bars he cries
As the seasons slowly change.
Finally, the songbird rests
Trapped behind thorny vines
Waiting for the light of day
As darkness smothers his heartfelt cries
Enfolding his song until it dies.
No one listened from outside.
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
The Words Are Written
The words are written
And magic flows
Running in rivers of black
A mix of colors light the mind
An imagination born
Winds twist through the lines
Pushing imagination inexorably forward
Guiding it through perils
Impressing in the mind ideas
Lives are lived in minutes
Worlds are built in hours
Memories live for years
The river flows from hand to hand
As the winds blow the colors change
Perils increase and diminish
In the depths of black they stay the same
In the mind’s eye they live again.
And magic flows
Running in rivers of black
A mix of colors light the mind
An imagination born
Winds twist through the lines
Pushing imagination inexorably forward
Guiding it through perils
Impressing in the mind ideas
Lives are lived in minutes
Worlds are built in hours
Memories live for years
The river flows from hand to hand
As the winds blow the colors change
Perils increase and diminish
In the depths of black they stay the same
In the mind’s eye they live again.
Sunday, September 25, 2005
The Flame
The flame that forges anger
Resides within the heart
Giving strength to the poor
Giving power to the wronged
Giving weakness to the ambitious
When anger feeds upon itself
It consumes a piece of the heart
Weakening one's control
Clouding one's thoughts
Erasing a person
Leaving only a feeling
A strong heart contains the flame
Keeping it from spilling out
And burning the one who forges it
In this way the forger shapes the outcome
Directing what is made by his soul.
Resides within the heart
Giving strength to the poor
Giving power to the wronged
Giving weakness to the ambitious
When anger feeds upon itself
It consumes a piece of the heart
Weakening one's control
Clouding one's thoughts
Erasing a person
Leaving only a feeling
A strong heart contains the flame
Keeping it from spilling out
And burning the one who forges it
In this way the forger shapes the outcome
Directing what is made by his soul.
Monday, September 19, 2005
The Edge of Forever
The one thing I was lacking when I created this blog was a good writing explaining the meaning of The Edge of Forever. I have now remedied this problem.
Standing on the edge of forever
I look out before me and see the future
As it spirals away into oblivion
I sense the past set in stone behind me
The present always in flux beneath my feet
Here I surf the chaotic flow around me
I guide myself towards what end I do not know
The waves directed by infinity steer my course
Cold, warm, red, blue, hard, soft, melody, silence
Resonate in the waves pulsing out from forever
Led by the hands of creation.
Standing on the edge of forever
I look out before me and see the future
As it spirals away into oblivion
I sense the past set in stone behind me
The present always in flux beneath my feet
Here I surf the chaotic flow around me
I guide myself towards what end I do not know
The waves directed by infinity steer my course
Cold, warm, red, blue, hard, soft, melody, silence
Resonate in the waves pulsing out from forever
Led by the hands of creation.
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