Amber Run

I often see beauty
Abandon, ecstasy

Pain in cruelty

Crashes into me

 

Confusion and pain

In the World again

 

Such darkness

This life of flesh

 

In time we will fulfill

There is time still

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Tick Tock

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The rhythm to the rhyme

Music of life beyond time

Beat by beat life still goes

In a rhythmic stream it flows

 

Step by step, day to day

A pendulum swings away

Back and forth, to and fro

All must come and go

 

Yet close enough for all to see

Me to you, and you to me

Today is today, tomorrow too

Only ticks and tocks, me and you

Just An Explanation

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Preface:

 

I am a man of few words

Often trying to point

Trying to explain in staccato

 

Words may confuse

Often obtuse, without reference

Unless known, or felt

 

So now I open the book;

A gentle conversation:

 

 

A conversation where more is better

We all seem to be about more:

 

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I see beauty in all things

I see love in what is unloved

To be unloved, means to me

That something was once loved

 

And remains

 

I see peace in anger and war

Without either, there is not the other

And I know joy in sorrow

For one cannot be without another

 

Bound as one

 

There is no separation in life

Tension lives in opposites

In Life itself, and beyond

And we are here, now

 

We always were

 

If I can open my heart to you

Forget the argument, the words

I can maybe see, your side

As we sit here face to face

 

Open and vulnerable

 

Though we disagree, we see

I look into your eyes

And you are me, who I was

And I understand

 

You do not need to

 

If only I can see clearly

It is enough for now

If only one knows the truth

Others will follow

 

At least it is a start.

 

Land Of Dreams

 

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Nothing is, as it seems

Veiled and false

In this land of dreams

 

Beauty covers pain

Deeply hidden

No one is to blame

 

What you may want

Others become

Farther from the Fonte

 

Cut the subtle vein

The horror within

As life yields to pain

 

And awaken, please

From this play

You have the keys

 

Stoic