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A grain of Sand

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A grain of Sand

A grain of Sand
 
A grain of shifting sand, lying upon life’s shore.
Captured –carried within turbulent winds, doth soar
into the unknown ether, until, tis no more
that created this heart, a heart became so sore.
There isn’t the heart – would never even the score !, 
only try to understand ?, that what has come before
has created these stone walls, walls without a door
through which one might find what is in store
for this heart that seeks to touch this spirit once more.

Fairy tale
 
Life – fairy tales from our active imaginations.
Stories created, that direct us towards our destinations.
Stories we create, eventually showing us our limitations
upon this, our journey into the realms of fascination,
the energy, the force, the essence that drives us to creation
in this world, a world for many lives, in subjugation
of self, of soul, of spirit – life’s forces in domination !,
should we not be capable of reaching a realization 
that all there is, is our mind’s manipulation
of, and into what may become our next evolution
and what could become our final solution
on our path, the pathways of convolution
that may lead us to some kind of conclusion
as to which road we journey upon towards – evolution. 

B. J. “A” 2
March 29th 2008
 
Life’s Barbs
 
A lovely – cogent, fettle – without a rudder to steer.
Darkness the only music, from her eyes I am able to hear.
Darkness the only sound, coming, that penetrates my ear.
It’s the void that punctures, permeates all that I fear, 
fear that keeps you from reaching out, from coming near.
  
Minimal sounds come to express, to communicate
what lies within the recesses, what may your fate
be, as your mind closes in on you, nothing to state
of that which you, your thoughts, feelings have to lie in
brings a pain I feel, a passion for- nothing- it is a sin.
 
Would I, could I hold open those closing doors
on the light – once so bright – settle the scores
that fate has locused – focused it’s place of destiny,
that place you have to trek alone – for all eternity

 B. J. “A” 2
March 31st 2008

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