Form

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Vision draws shapes of beauty
Imagined treasures
Of flowing lines
Between eyes and heart

Bound in want and need
Have and hold
Until death…
Destined to always part

Into shallow sight all will fall
Depths rarely seen
In blinding form
Rise to betray a heart

 

 

 

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The Demon Within

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Never far from the surface
Dwelling in the past
In dank dark places
He awaits a sweet repast

He does not have a conscience
No sense of right or wrong
No limits to his anger
Forgotten for far too long

In rare times of weakness
He ventures to the light
Savage destruction is his goal
Vengeful  damage is his delight

Finally seen in the daylight
Naked in his truest form
Slinking back into his lair
After feeding on the storm

 

 

Only Words

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Hearing words, they are but sound
Shallow pools in an oceans depths
Tidal whispers silence the roar of waves

In tidal pools, life is small
Struggle, to breath sometimes

Striving to live life diminished
Yet the source is near
If we could but remember

In tidal pools life is small
The oceans depths are always near

The Final Step

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They say I am an odd one

Never fitting the square hole

Dismissive, and done

 

They say I am disconnected

Alienated to the world

Maybe mentally affected

 

Yet I am only this

Seeing beyond the words

Never a detail do I miss

 

And I love this world

Never so connected

The foundation unfurled

 

Every moment

I live to the last

Never did I own it

 

I used to see

I used to know

I used to watch

 

A simple shift

From watching

To being

 

One step

Forward

Now I am

 

(Stoic)