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Oxygen

Breathe words.

They are the essence of life. Communication is universal and language is key.

Every word is powerful, and any utterance, no matter how small, has the power to wound, empower, enlighten, convict, condemn, control, sway, break someone’s heart, sign someone’s fate, push someone away, draw someone close, or open up a mind to a long forgotten truth that is now taking light.

We don’t appreciate them because they can’t be taken away. We take them for granted because they have always been there, even before we were old enough to use them, but in reality, where would we be with out them? We breath them out as they pass through our lips about a billion times a day. Whether it is face to face or on the phone. We write them down as they flow from our pens, keyboards, blackberries or typewriters, each piece of paper or wire locking in a series of electronic sequencing that will transmit our words on to someone else.

It sounds complicated but it’s really not. Words are powerful, but like any toll that is in the wrong hands, they have the power to harm or be used in a dishonest fashion. Words can be personalized and usually are, even though each one is used millions of times a day, in thousands of ways and for hundreds of purposes.

That is why I

BREATH

WORDS

Like they were lava in my veins, never taking a single one for granted and looking for the beauty each time I hear one for the first time. Dwelling on each and every sentence like when I was a child and would repeat everything anyone said to me, underneath my breathe just to savor the way that the words spilled from my tongue.

So now I give any and every word it’s due as if I despair of never hearing anyone say it again. Or what if I too, should forget of it’s existence and it’’s sweet venerable sound should never grace my lips again? I can think of no greater dishonor to the art of language as this. That is why language is my oxygen, and I

Breath

Words.

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Void of Progression

There is no destiny too small

“For all the world’s a stage”

And we all have parts to play

Too many minds are in a cage

They can’t hear what their hearts are trying to say

 

Mirrored images reflect silent

Shadows in the night

The dying of the light, too violent

To be captured in the conscious sight

But small wonders that should astound

Go by and by unnoticed

And die with out a sound

Candle wax that drips and falls

On the tattered pages of my book

A picture image of enchantment

That is permitted not a second look

But holds more beauty than a rose that thrives

Though that faded majesty survives

If only in my memory

 

The honored heroes trapped in stone

As if saints and angels dare to weep

Their holy congregation born

Of promises no man could keep

For beauty in it’s modern form

Consists of statues in the storm

 

For there in lies a nature dark

Of which we dare not speak

Tiny frailties leave no mark

Nor no glory seek

 

Poverished light that can not gleam

For the penalties we owe

And lies in the dark, afraid to dream

But as we beckon, will not go

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Alone

A shelter of a different kind

An echoed verse no one will find

A promise carved in a heart of stone

The world revolves

Untouched, alone

 

Words of love on rancid breath

The ambience a silent death

But beneath the shelter of the sky

Is where you’ll find the will to cry

 

Forgotten dreams, long put to bed

The silent screams, of hearts that bled

But in the quiet of the night

When we think of all unsaid

We grasp the dying of the light

And give up the ghost instead

 

For in truth we know not what we do

But to who we are we must stay true

And if by chance we do atone

The world revolves untouched, alone

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Sanity

Escapes the mighty and the meek
A single bough that’s bent to break
And from the leaves the colors leak
As frost moves in and phantoms speak


Wisdom's sealed on yellowed pages
Like stories told through out the ages
Chipped like paint on window panes
But perhaps pretend some truth remains

 
Concealed and lost cliché aggressions
Poised on the eve of pale September
Steals away the dawn’s possessions
Unveiled mysteries we won’t remember


Gravity too soon defied
Roots that lightning ripped away
Forces that won’t be denied
Have the power then to stay


Playing wanton now at last
As colors fade and seep
The summer dissipates too fast
But wakes fallen idols from their sleep


And as those very colors die
Cold makes a promise not to stay
But beneath the shelter of the sky
Their glory is washed away

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Beyond Light

Lose or win, just keep pushing the tin

Win or lose, all that matters in this life

Is our ability to choose

 

Because in a world full of boundaries and laws

All that’s truly free is the human spirit

For despite it’s many flaws

If you listen you can still hear it

 

And our heartbeat sounds out like thunder

But the pounding speaks only to our woes

For as much as we bury the pain asunder

In quiet times it shows

 

Lost is the growling of the lion

Like a guardian at the door

The flickering candle light that’s dying

With no surprise for what’s in store

 

And on a crowded city street

Where all who pass tread on about

No stranger will you meet

And no one will hear you shout

Best Poems Written by Tina Gamble

Steel

Love Is

Adamas

Happily Ever After

Baritone

Oxygen

Void of Progression

Alone

Sanity

Beyond Light