Her voice resonates
Strongly in my delighted ear;
My soul smiles -
As if she'd not died years ago
And been shut away in a wall ...
Maybe in another life I would be the perfect fit
The one you can't let go
The one you will fight for till the end
The one you wouldn't have doubts about.
Maybe in another life we will have out fairytale ending
We will let ourselves enjoy the freedom of being ourselves
We won't care about who sees or hears
We will be truly honest about ourselves
Maybe in another life we will let go of our worries
Live like there is no tomorrow
Laugh like the world will never end
Do all the crazy things we used to do
Maybe just maybe we would have joy in the sorrows
Wipe away the tears that linger in our eyes
Seat by the moonlight and dream about another world
Full of only us and shut away our problems
It's no longer a maybe its a see you later
In another life though
We are soulmates who weren't ment to be
But the love will never fade away
I will love you until my heart can't anymore
Until I give up and I'm weary
Until I can't see you in the distance anymore
Or even imagine you infront of me
Oh how I loved and was loved,
My heart still beats for you my love.
Cave
There is no cave
Can hide your light
No hidden place
For Joy so bright
There's nothing
You should shut away
Your beauty needs
The light of day
As friends we'd scale
The highest heights
Clear all the wrongs
Replace with rights
To let you know
The path is down..
To meadows, rivers
In hopeful town
Where dancing, music,
Food and song
Replaces all your sense
Of wrong
Your presence welcomed
To be yourself
Not hermit hidden
Or dusty shelf
For this is where
The love is found..
Where grass is green
Where truths abound
Your heart is free.
Not judged or measured
Just you. Adored.
Accepted. Treasured.
Harry Potter a boy with no real family
Living under his cousin’s stairs, in a closet’s gizzard.
Shunned and shut away as a nambly-pambly
In another world, a known, famous wizard.
Hagrid helps him get to Hogwarts where he meets lifelong friends
Ron Weasley and Hermoine Granger, a muggle-born witch.
Daring escapades and escapes are Rowling's books’ brightest bends.
Harry’s phoenix tail wand is magic with a flick and a switch.
Harry took off on a broom when he was not supposed to yet ride.
Swiftly marched in in by McGonagall, head of the Gyffindor House
Dumbledore names Harry as seeker of the Quidditch Team’s G-side.
I am not going to ruin the rest of the story; I am not a louse.
The waves are coming in
The sound of the water is all but familiar
I would let it touch my skin
I would let it wash me away from the world forever
As I held my breath and sunk into
I was swallowed with the world shut away
Given a chance to imagine anew
I was given an exacted moment to know I’m okay
And I never felt more alive being so enclose
Feeling so weightless with waters so heavy upon
Just a while more yet no longer... I rose
Revealing once again to the world I don’t belong
How long can I hold my breath under water?
How long more can I survive the world we build?
There is no need to really be better...
Simply a need to feel... and be real
The waves are washing out
I will hold my breath one more time
Will the waters wash away my doubt
To once more emerge... what will I find?
.............................
Genre: life
Song: Early Morning Fog by Hans Zimmer
I keep everything inside
I don't know if I trust people enough
To say what I really need to
To say what has to be said
To say what I really mean
Maybe I need to let go
Maybe I need to keep my life shut away
In the whole inside my heart
In the mess that is my brain
Keep them in
Don't let them know
The secrets I have inside of me
The terrifying demons that haunt my thoughts
Cant be released
To the public
Where my life of torment would begin
Can't let them know my secrets
I can't let them know
I hope people will open their eyes
Open them to what I'm saying
Listen to what the minority are saying.
I pray they stop pushing us away
That they start listening to what we have to say.
I pray to God above
For support and encouragement
To continue to do what I am doing.
I pray that they won't see us as environmentalists
As people who need to be shut away
But that we are people who want people to wake up
Wake up from their states of hypnosis
Look and see what we are doing is destructive.
I pray they see it before it's too late.
But will my prayers be heard?
Or will everyone go about their lives
Hypnotized and zombie-like
To the world around them.
Villanelle: Look not back and lament how your life's gone astray
Look not back and lament how your life's gone astray
Mistakes you have made must of needs be also made
Don't guiles lies with smiles guide all forms of inter-play
If mistakes never lie in wait in one's blind way
Each one of us can choose our path in sun or shade
Look not back and lament how your life's gone astray
True, some like Sexton or Plath would fall by the way
What they said somehow reach down to us still persuade
Don't guiles lies with smiles guide all forms of inter-play
Think of those legions minds deranged maimed shut away
Through no fault of their own nor by mid-wives' hands degrade
Look not back and lament how your life's gone astray
The madness of the moment wreaks mistakes holds sway
Some urge some hapless encounter the fated raid
Don't guiles lies with smiles guide all forms of inter-play
Far too complex far too hidden each act to weigh
Sometimes some mistakes lead on to a choice well made
Look not back and lament how your life's gone astray
Don't guiles lies with smiles guide all forms of inter-play
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2018
He hurt us, you didn’t know
Once the bruises healed, there was nothing to show
You didn’t protect the child I was
You didn’t want to make a fuss
I don’t want to put this all on you
You always cry as if on cue
He hurt us, he beat us, he tormented us to no end
He was nothing to us, not even our friend
We tried to tell you, we tried to make you believe
We tried to hide but didn’t succeed
We were locked away, shut away, he threw away the key
We were laughed at, scoffed at, made to live for an outstanding fee
I love you too much to put this on you
I love you too much you have no clue
But holding this in will soon destroy
I don’t want to be forgotten like a used old toy
Believe me when I say, this is not intended to hurt
I will no longer be treated like dirt
By a Spring Fire
There is a place
Where boughs of singing birds are swaying;
Little colts with wobbly legs are playing;
And bluebonnets and paintbrushes grow.
Once my love and I rode horses, o’er
Rolling hills like rough golf courses.
So long, long ago.
Now you are gone and I grow old;
Shut away from days of gold;
And the evening memories glow,
In the fire of early Spring’s cold.
Smeared it in pure black hate,
Until it was completely covered.
A black heart engulfed me,
Only telling me to destroy, destroy.
Without realizing my ugliness,
I felt at ease.
A long time ago, I once loved this world.
Countless ponds shining like gems,
The soprano of the leaves,
And wind sweet in scents.
In a world like this,
I was a complete mismatch.
So I cried, sending out my wish,
But those tears will not bear grass or fruit.
I continued to cry yet I continued to hope,
One year, ten years, fifteen.
Eventually I grew taller, and the lake of tears dried.
"Somebody, please look at me."
I shut away the small voice I heard.
Because that's the way it is.
This world is full of lies and fools. I lie, you lie.
It's all part of growing up.
Those who believe will be treated as idiots.
I'm so glad I snapped out of it,
I don't want to be treated as a fool a second time.
Love is only an illusion, the weak are the only that dream it.
Right? That's because......
Well.....
I don't have a reason or a word.
My words and tears and life will never bear fruit.
Shut away from the world
Hizbiz found a ghost curl'd
In his breakfast plate
This might be a bait
"An enticement", he snarled
To open up, to once again take a breath,
To let go, to be saved from infinite death.
This, the Lord has done for me.
To shut away the influence of the earth,
To grasp on to His Word and its worth.
This must be done to truly see.
To break down, to invite the Lord within,
To open one's mind, new life to begin.
This, I long for in thee.
To show the light, to escape their endless night,
To be the change, for the blind be sight.
This is the power of the Lord in me.
on a blank canvas
i begin painting
as one builts
a great big wall
So high,
trapped in myself
Shut away from life's hurt
Dreaming of greener pastures
One with happiness
Safe in my Dreams,
An apparition
of what life
could offer
Feeling unworthy
of a place
Left with cruel words
Making one feel
bad about myself,
in the reflection
upon the ripples
a shattered illusion
on the surface breaks
Touched by
my inner most desire,
Like a child's
first steps
Happy when finding
one's feet,
Slowly learning
to trust your feelings
Smiling when they come
back again
climbing this wall nervously
Walking to the summit,
Dreaming of love
A vision
of happiness,
Escaping my prison
Staring off
into the stars
At ease
with the distance,
So close,
yet so far
Atypically, she was alone
and silent,
wig askew,
all the muzak shut away
behind her half-closed door.
I knew that she had also drawn
the blinds within her mind,
to soften the impetuosity
of joy.
She struggled
to pull back the thoughts
that like a child
would run away too soon--
reminding me again
that all the "simple things"
she ever thought or said
elude her;
then the love that she had stored within
emerged to let me hear her say,
"I am so thankful
for my family."
Her 97th year, a time
for facing new goodbyes,
new deaths in her to come,
that we will string upon the fraying tie
that flesh alone will bind.
Then in parting our embrace extended
past my equanimity; I stepped inside
the elevator, closed the door,
and thus once parted from her
struggled unsuccsessfully
to don my streetwise smile.
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