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Rising
I climb towards the pinnacle of my mind
Slipping on my inconsistancies
Grabbing at the edges of my understandings
Afraid to look down
For fear I will fall into my abyss
My feet hold fast
Pushing me upwards
Extending my reach to the next crevice
My brain’s intricate folds
Jagged memories
This words I hold onto
They slow my ascent
My not good enoughs
My cannots
My I've always been this way
Here I am hanging upside down
Telling myself
I'm tired
I can't hold on
It's okay to let go
But wait
I grasp
I reach for the I can
Until I pull myself to solid ground
I stand upon my finite understanding
Now I realize I was never alone
Ropes of hope had held me in place
Over the landscape of my life my eyes trace
Seeing clearly my yesterday
Each step that led to today
All the people that helped me find my way
I realize I have not come to the end of me
My landscape is ever changing
I flap my wings and rise above my mountain
My possibilities are endless
For now my mind is free
In the distance
Eternity
Time is not insurmountable.
Yon there, the charioteer of Sun
Heralds the arrival of dawn,
Seen dawning her demur more smiles
That spread on to far spatial miles.
She inches close with a pleasant face,
Her beau, Sun, to embrace,
Ever so slowly baring her breasts
Approaching, slipping closer abreast,
And losing her self as a dawn
She merges— one with the sun.
Her pale orange radiance
Emits golden red hues at once,
And soon she's no more dawn,
Ah she's a young lady called morn.
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A mischievous smile belies a trembling lip:
as pleas get uttered in the name of friendship.
And with sad eyes glazed in a foggy stupor:
you beg forgiveness, for yet one more blooper.
I painted your heart in a coating of trust,
now, its metal's showing, and starting to rust.
But while sharing a moment weighing your pain,
my heart got crushed, on hearing you cry again.
As your dreams dissolve, you readily succumb
to any sensations in a heart gone numb.
And hope's lost in a maze of needles and pills,
chasing death through minefields of chemical thrills.
You keep falling, even when I hold you tight,
slipping into darkness surrounded by light.
And, fleeing from reality's nightmare screams,
you shoot up in pursuit of vanishing dreams.
I tremble at the mere thought of losing you,
whatever pain you're feeling; I'm feeling too.
And I'll not sever that bond and let you go,
but will fight for you with every trick I know.
“Patri! Patri, where are you? Help me!”
Her voice rings in my head,
As I try to concentrate.
I know she’s not here,
But the voice sounds all too real.
It is the voice of the woman I loved.
The woman I could not save.
“I’m coming Tarina! I’m coming!”
Now I hear my own voice,
Even though I am not speaking.
I repel another attack,
But my concentration is slipping.
I could have saved her.
If only I had know then, what I do now.
“Patri, help me! Patri!”
I almost call out to her,
But I catch myself before I do.
If I speak, I fail.
All must be done by thought.
I know the voices,
And the memories they bring,
Are just part of the test.
They, like the attacks,
Come from the elders around me.
They were real once,
But are not now.
I must concentrate.
Some never awaken.
In the endless stream of my consciousness, amidst shadows that open like flowers
In the diffuse light of our drowsy existence,
I also hibernate, a traveler wandering through the crystal labyrinth of time.
Restlessness envelops me like a dark wave,
Each minute slipping into the abyss of monotony.
I no longer feel joy, only faint echoes flickering
In the deep darkness, like the lost whispers of frozen dreams.
Life flows past me, a river of translucent shadows,
Work, roads, familiar faces,
Shadows of a withered existence, wax dolls
Dancing a silent ball in the stearic moonlight.
But then, like a golden spark in the void,
A word, a verse, a melody,
Pierces the thick veil of my hibernation,
A shock treatment that stirs my frozen soul.
I wake up, startle as if I had seen
A falling star in an endless sky.
Blood flows in my veins again,
The warmth of life envelopes me, the scent of pleasure
Blooms on my lips like a forgotten smile.
Through open eyes, I watch these shadows
Carve their paths on darkened trails.
Some will never awaken,
But I have been blessed with the gift
Of feeling my being reborn.
Now I live every moment, every pulse
As a dance of the spirit on the edge of eternity.
Maybe one day, I too will become a shadow again,
But until then, I run through life,
Able to feel, to love, to burn.
Some never awaken,
But I have awakened,
And life flows within me,
A pure flame that defies the darkness.
I chased a thing called Nothing through the misty gray of dawn,
It wore a coat of silence and a crown already gone.
I searched beneath the willow where the silver shadows cling,
Yet Nothing left no footprint and it carried not a thing.
I asked the moon to find it as it drifted through the night,
The moon just laughed in pale and ghostly light.
I questioned all the sparrows as they danced above the stream,
They said that Nothing lives inside a dream.
It hides between the seconds that are slipping from the clock,
And sleeps among the pebbles by the old forgotten dock.
It whistles through the keyhole and it rattles empty air,
Yet when I turn to catch it, there is no one standing there.
It sits upon no throne and wears no robe of gold,
Yet every tale of Nothing somehow still gets told.
It fills the empty spaces where the lonely echoes ring,
A quiet little kingdom with no ruler and no king.
At last I found that Nothing, strange as it may seem,
Was floating in the corners of each wish and every dream.
And though I tried to hold it, it slipped away from sight,
Leaving me with Nothing in the gentle arms of night.
two sides to every coin
sometimes,
the head speaks
while the tail roars
twisted by the pain
tales of their fame
an infamous villain
sent to the stockade
Tales told, and evils sold
A penchant for vengeance
Minded by spite, and grounded in hate
You'll hear the story
just a few years too late
Heads determined to seek recompense
at slights imagined, and time spent
A fury at circumstance
with cries of hardship wrought
but only one side of this story
Were you taught
Trading tales, the currency of fools
Fortuna, does she not favour the bold?
Gossip and drama, a Zero-sum game
The noise an empty claim to fame
Did I wrong, did I err?
Did I drown in drunken stupor?
All this is true, and yet more
tales of my benders
are true for sure
But only one side of this story
were you taught
if you ever find your mind slipping away
when deadly misfortune comes to prey
friends turning away, to the tune of spite
hearing tales of the evil you've wrought
and one by one, they break your heart
Remember
it's predictable as the light follows dark
Heads determined to seek recompense
at slights imagined, and time spent
A fury at circumstance
with cries of hardship wrought
but only one side of this story
Were you taught
a blue moon
slowly
rises
like a whispered omen,
its light slipping through branches~
like a secret
deciding where to land.
above the forest canopy
the light feels almost ancient~
a quiet intelligence
unfolding into pale
gossamer veils.
its luminescence
d
e
s
c
e
n
d
s
into the waiting stream,
threads of silver
unraveling
into the water
as if the sky were pouring out its memory.
whirlpools
gather
near the shore turning in slow,
deliberate circles,
blue within blue,
a soft geometry
of something
unseen
trying to speak.
rocks begin to glow,
their surfaces
catching
the moon’s quiet blessing~
small altars
lit without fire.
in this moon-washed
stillness,
the forest feels lifted,
as though every leaf
remembers its origin.
Written By: D. Collins 2/26/19
He brought Putin with him as a partner in crime.
Working in cahoots to rob America blind.
Creating diversions while slipping in bots.
And, distance between the "Haves and Have-Nots."
Controversy is their single game plan.
Trump is the mouth, where Putin is "The Man."
All of his staff had ties to Russia and Ukraine.
It doesn't take much to run that across the brain.
"We Got Played" there is no question about that.
"Praise to the Party" has gotten us where we're at.
When it comes out in the wash, you'll catch my drift.
And, come to the conclusion that we got stiffed.
He brought it with him before he took the Oath.
And, it affects me, along with all of my folks.
We've become so dirty, it will be hard to clean.
But, we are masters of building self-esteem.
Black is the dawn
Sunset is the light
I’m lost and withdrawn
But you’re never out of sight
The sea is all dry
And the desert is wet
But time spent with you makes me always forget
This world is upside down and full of hate
But the one thing I have is you and you’re my soul mate
The end of the day starts at noon
And wintertime comes around In June
People still argue even when they greave
And the government is full of to much make believe
Spending time with the family’s a chore
And there’s always a threat of nuclear war
Thank God not yet
But time spent with you makes me always forget
This world is upside down and full of hate
But the one thing I have is you and you’re my soul mate
Time is slipping away but there’s no clock to show
And the more we try to slow down the faster we go
Were all waiting the return of the all mighty G.O.D
But he’s not allowed in school what a free country
And we still can’t get by the color of the skin
Nor more marriage we’ll just live in sin
Why don’t we act differently so we won’t regret
But the time spent with you makes me always forget
This world is upside down and full of hate
But the one thing I have is you and you’re my soul mate