Arrived alive
departed dead
and the same
may be said
of all who tread
this weary world
of ours
less a milestone
more a speed bump
each Birthday
I perceive
and poetry
is but one way to fill
the waning hours for me
In the palm of the universe, only the mad ones dare to tread,
Mad to live, to speak, to be saved from the relentless currents of time,
Craving everything at once, like a blazing sun at its zenith,
They never yawn, nor utter the mundane, but burn with the brilliance of fallen stars,
Like fabulous yellow roman candles bursting into webs among the stars,
Their light dances upon the walls of my soul, weaving dreams I can never touch,
While sandcastles rise in my wandering mind, without foundations to hold them.
Marble staircases and crystal chandeliers waltz in the echoes of forgotten dreams,
Through the labyrinth of unwritten memories, I roam, lost and searching,
Unaware of the source of this sweet poison that floods my senses,
Oh cruel universe, why do you show me only shadows of happiness?
Let me glimpse the light that dances, yet remains untouched by any hand,
In the merciless universe, why reveal mere shadows of joy,
When my prayer is an echo of unfulfillment, a melody without end,
That is lost in the infinity of the universe, untouched and unheard by anyone.
In a realm of shadows and fears, footsteps tread unceasingly,
Small fears like dried leaves gather beneath the steps of autumn,
I am not a person, but a lost dream, among desires and shivers,
I fear small, ordinary, human things, like a wandering stranger.
I love adventures, transformations flow like a river to the unknown,
Yet I resist when opportunity appears as a door ajar,
In vain I flee, for fear finds me, an echo of steps on a deserted road,
I have no choice but to look into its deep eyes, to find courage.
Fear is not the monster I believed, but an old friend, unrecognized,
It is the key that opens doors to freedom, to light,
I realize the irony in the question: where has fear been all my life?
What do I still avoid that could be of help, that could bring solace?
With each step, integrating fear, I become more myself,
I embrace the shadows like old acquaintances on my path,
They make my heart beat fast, I live each moment intensely,
I weave my destiny from thin threads of courage and acceptance.
In a world of shadows and deep silences, I tread slowly,
On the paths of solitude, where stars weave my hair with gentle rays,
The guardian trees whisper to the wind tales long forgotten,
And people are storms that break my peace in waves of words,
Their voices become storms that drown my soul in murky waters,
They trap me in webs of lies and promises lost to the wind,
They strip me of my silence and leave me bare under a sky full of words,
I retreat to hidden corners of the universe, where the moon knows my secrets,
In their noisy tumult, I am the cat beneath the heavy steps of elephants,
Silent in a world that knows not to listen, only to speak,
In solitude, I find the harmony of a symphony of mute whispers,
Each thought is a falling star, each breath a new universe,
In the pale light of the dawning day, I find my balance,
On the edge of a dream, where silence is my quiet queen,
In this eternal dance of silence, I live the unseen magic of the world,
Words are but distant echoes, lost in time.
Beloved, how sad you tread into the mist of lost dreams,
Wandering in the cold blue, befriending the forces that are your foes.
Beloved, how sad, born of magic, a soul crowned with whirlwinds of ecstasy,
Yet you claim your fate is the dark spirit, eternal and ill-fated.
Beloved, how sad, and yet, how human,
To cling to the thinnest hope with all the strength you can muster,
Erecting an altar in memory of shadows, calling it the only one that will matter.
In the flow of your consciousness, you entwine with fleeting phantoms and illusions,
Seeking solace in the crying wind, in the rain that hurts.
But deep within your soul, you know the magic is not lost, just hidden beneath a veil,
In every step through the darkness, there is a ray of light, a corner of ideal.
Beloved, how sad to see only shadows and sharp edges in destiny,
But how human to hope, to believe in the light that secretly beckons you.
Perhaps in this magical sadness lies the answer sought,
For even in the deepest night, you have kept a glimmer of hope.
Before the dawning of this world age
My Father spoke, exchanging premise I was in Him needle to tread
In the grace, His space
A line define energies graft through the tunnel in womb needle to tread
~
I come, I came through too needle to tread, I bled
Awaken fully physically dead yet I live eternal needle to tread
8/30/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
TREAD SOFTLY
I do recall a quiz question
Who made the most tyres
The audience was tasked
The answer is Lego, I fear
But was that in a good year
Some loud wit then asked
Another called them liars
It gave us all indigestion
As he looks at all the stuff
that‘s stored inside his head
he marvels at how randomly it’s all been packed away
“Gently, gently, be careful where you tread”
he reminds himself to move about with care
although he’s been up there many times before
and knows his way around
there are some dodgy places up there on his attic floor
as he looks about him with wonder and delight
there are things up there that he’d rather just forget
that he wishes he’d never done
that are cause for deep regret
but, when taken as a whole
he is pleased with what he finds up there
a veritable hodgepodge of life’s travails and pleasures
admitting that at times he should have paid more care
he considers it all to be his very own box of chocolates
he has his favourites that he wishes there were more of
and there are those that he vehemently wishes
he could quietly just get rid of
I wonder what it’s like
to be inside your head
would you like to spend some time
in somebody else’s head instead
even for just a moment
perhaps an entire day
and rummage through what they have there
all secretly stored away.
Summer brings strong sunshine for the strong,
but what happens when its tread
falls disinterestedly upon the weak?
Behold they have become silent,
the sky bleaches bones
and does not look backward
to what crumbles behind it.
Woke up this am and climbed out of bed.
Slept with my shoes on and a song in my head.
The beat grew stronger as the lyrics spread,
like peanut butter and jelly on a slice of bread..
A word of advise before you hit the bed.
Be prepared for your dream life and what's ahead for
one never knows where dreams may tread.
Yet Pushed, Ever Onward, I Dare Tread
BEHOLD, I wade into darkening mists,
My journey, clarification of Fate
When I balked, black ghost said, I insist
Hurry destiny cries, it is too late,
Strolling deep within, horrific the sounds
So strangely pungent the circling winds
In distant valleys, baying of the hounds-
I fear what that hideous sign portends.
Now so afraid, through weeping years I trod
Yet pushed, ever onward, I dare tread
My shield, simply faith in Light and my God
And bushels of truth, to me, life has fed
I pray for salvation of divine light
Blessed ending of this courageous flight.
Robert J. Lindley, 9-02-2021
Sonnet(dark)
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021
Be gentle with yourself and others.
Tread lightly
By Michelle Morris
07/02/2020
Tread lightly on my heart:
Been hurt before
Been torn apart...
By loving too much,
Too well and too true,
By loving someone more than fair due.
Tread lightly on my mind:
Been played before
Been deeply bruised...
By forgiving and
Pleasing,
Too much and too well,
Keeping on trying,
Despite the hell.
Tread lightly on my soul:
Been betrayed by all
Been forsaken still...
By my generosity of spirit,
My inner light,
Keeping darkness at bay
With strength and might.
© Michelle Morris, 2020
I tread the sheer silver sheen walk in a daze
The glitter carpet clutching earths gaze
Scintillating starlets spread
Moonlights sparkling thread
I dare to
Tread
Cold with blue
Where frosted grains wed
Spry flitting lights forge ahead
Amidst celebrity wintry maze
I tread the sheer silver sheen walk in a daze
Date: 24/01/23
Writing Challenge – Andaree Form – Poetry Contest
HowManySyllables.com
Sponsor: Constance La France
Tread softly
Tread like the breeze that passes through the fields to sway with the daisies
Because you are treading on my dreams
Think with your heart
because your heart is entwined in mine
Your rational mind might be blind to this bond
And may lead us away from our joy
And hold me tight tonight
like an infant that cries
As your aura spirt and that heartbeat is all I need to heal
September, 09, 2022
Inspiration quotes, "Tread softly because your tread on my dreams" written for a contest
If a woman is not confident internally.
You can only call her beautiful a handful of times.
A woman to compliment another woman is to see her true beauty within.
And at times you will know if a man sees that as well or if it's just another story for his gain with his buds to tell another tale.
But if she does not believe it herself, you will not be able to change her views otherwise.
So, tread lightly my friends.
This is a battle if you try to fix you may lose.
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