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Amidst this world composed of zeroes and ones, one may find nothing but fake feelings.
When in doubt, look for reason, when lost and don't know where reason is, seek for the looking glass. For it does not lie.
When convinced that out there are that special someone waiting for you, find yourself in the inverted world and get, yet, another glimpse of why this is not what shall be.
Look closely, think deep, understand, the pleasures of this life are not for your taking.
When you fathom this, you will find some peace, then, the strenght to do what must be done.
When a tree is dead, it must be cut down.
Seek the looking glass, for it does not lie, and spy what others see and you forget and deny,
while being fooled by the beauty of the butterflies, about how they shimmer and how the glimmer before those sad eyes,
within this fake world of zeroes and ones of faked and forced feelings.
I must repeat, so you must not forget.
The lies, the tales of deceive, all found at the tips of fingers and tongues will put you astray, just remember the looking glass, the reflection showing of why they lie...
But fear not, for the best is yet to come, and it is when your husk find its demise.
The confort you desire lies on the other side.
When you be fed of what you choose to believe its not faked, ye shall find me there.
Of chains and blood free, for it is the life and, also, the roots of suffering, as a shade, I must wait for you there.
Until the roads become dust, I shall wait for you there, for here I have noone.
My life I leave without a fight
Those vile creatures in their spite
Have taken hold of all I own
And dragged me back to where they roam
The forests of the night.
Their eyes aglow with bestial greed
They slither round at sickening speed
Their sympathy is no defence
Their clamouring but a mere pretence
It‘s my raw grief they need.
It’s me they crave but not my flesh
These weeping wounds that bleed afresh
But lubricate the coiling mesh
That tight encircles me.
They feast upon my fear and pain
And stoke the embers yet again
To full blown tragedy.
Yet still no tears have I let flow
The bleak despair I’ll never show
That they would have me cede
Should I find arms to confort me
So loving and strong they'd have to be
Seeking not to stem the bleed.
4/12/20
126 words
I wouldn't have reached this mature age
if angels didn't exist and watch over me,
one angel...while I was sleeping squeezed my hand
to confort me through trails and misfortunes,
not foreseen by young eyes frightened by rage;
today that comforting hand still holds mine truer than any friend!
That angel hasn't returned, giving me assurance and certainty...
that nothing tragic is going to happen anytime soon;
if I doubted this, and wished for another visitation, I wouldn't bear bitter scorn!
Yes, angelic visions warn us of events that will change the course of destiny.
I wouldn't have seen the needed love...misery and compassion of others,
if angels didn't exist and allow me to reflect and act on instincts:
by becoming wiser and avoiding making mistakes leading to regrets;
who would go to such lenghts and diverge my fate from catostrophy?
No, not even the most trusted friend whom I thought had shown sincerity!
Divinition must be taken seriously as I did when this hand so cold with fear
was touched by the hand of an invisible angel with a message so clear!
Mysterious angel, please don't visit me again at dawn,
while I still live and and I'm dazzled by youngsters riding a happy unicorn;
why don't they fear those ferocious beasts? To them...they are truly beautiful!
Anguished
Lord, I feel a plethora full of pain.
My faith and my hope slowly begin to wain.
Where are you? Are you there?
I cry out to you, but; a whisper of a prayer.
Tired of giving up, I want to breathe my last breath.
To rest my weary life, pass on my soul on to the reaper of death.
My physical pain is almost too much to bear.
Leaving me emotionally drained to the point that I really don't care.
Why do I have to endure such anguishing agony?
So much pain physically and emotional tormenting?
Hear me...hold me..confort me..before it's too late..
Lord, I beseech you! Before; my worldly being decides its own fate.
Nothing is more delightful
and simply remembered by a sweet word...
than a walk through a green forest,
to find a remote spot on a low hill
and put those daily worries to rest;
the anxious eyes long for that vision
of a last, unforgotten season:
the gentlest rain which brings
a familiar fragrance from other lands...
when spring hides its flowers!
Whenever the lonely poet dreams,
his unerring hand is quicker that the flowing streams:
the distant vison of his flourishing thoughts
is carried to unseen places;
and all he wishes is to feel a sublime peace...
when spring hides its flowers!
The wishful child ,led by his mom ,searches
the leaf-covered paths with a sorrowful glance,
even the robins and blue-birds can't confort him,
or give him some kind of hope for his unleashed whim;
and will he relish the joyful promise of each year,
as a gentle hand caresses his blonde hair...
when springs hides its flowers from his zealous eyes,
and one of those adolescent dreams unexpectedly dies?
I, once, was like him: curious,cheerful and so restless:
seeking surprises in unexpected places...
finding myself in front of simple wonders
that couldn't be perceived by the adult mind,
as if they were another mystery, not the creation of God...
when spring didn't hide its flowers!
My eyes open as I remember my life as a Child, with open arms that wanted closeness.
A Hug that would last for ever, and smiles that confort me, a touch that I will remember.
My eyes open and I remember the great life I was given a special person who I can be.
A Hug that I can give a smile that I can show, not for decieving, but to show my heart.
My eyes open as I hold my own daughter for the first time, I can see who I become.
A Hug that was given, a smile that can be shown forever through my daughter.
My eyes open and my dream as a child came true as I recieved the same as her.
A Hug who made me and a smile that gave me hope, and now in return and it mirrors me.