Treading lightly on one’s dreams,
Is not the faintest way to be.
Cardinal images it seems:
Treading lightly on one’s dreams,
Pictures of Splendor it deems,
Loves’s veil has not fallen yet.
Treading lightly on one’s dreams,
Is not the faintest way to be.
“When we tread along the journey of life
Let`s roll up our sleeves and strive to survive.”-By Author
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Treading Along the Journey of life
When we tread along the journey of life
Never let darkish despair grip our mind
Ravage the sweet seamless fruits of our strife
Endanger the glow of our prior shine,
Rather roll our sleeves and strive to survive
Ready to burn midnight candles for time.
You flounce
as if you were an ostrich fan
all fluffed up on the page
waving at posterity.
I nibble at your chicken livers,
occasionally
swing from your bell-ringing images
that dare to delight me,
but you peck at words too much
and those long pauses
when you take a bow
are tedious.
Sorry to see that you are dead,
when you were alive
reviewing your work
was a lot easier,
now I have to praise you
just to show I care.
My flesh is screaming,
if the cancer is me,
Then cut me out
and set me free.
No more to endure
The sight of the shore,
While drowning capsized out at sea.
If I let myself go,
limbs aching and slow,
So close to that shore,
Then no more I’ll know
Of those I have missed
Of faces unkissed
Of drowning in tears of sorrow
But to them I will pass,
a pain that will last
Forever they’ll sail,
B’neath skies overcast.
A hurt so deep
A pain they'll keep,
My drowning will anchor them fast.
So tethered am I
to what I'm denied,
A childless mother
I must abide
By rules so cruel
Yet love is the fuel
And from drowning I shall not have died.
I have been treading the water of the universe
For 15,845 days
Head slightly above the water
Arms and legs in a frantic dance for survival
You can tell yourself that at some point you will stop
There must be a stopping point, right?
The time to float seems like a luxury you have earned
But for today, day 15,845 you will keep treading
If you feel the water begin to creep up
If the universe seems bound to rise against you
You may want to flail about like a fish on the sand
But believe me, it will be useless
Better to sink into the water
Let the blackholes devour you
And come to find that what you always needed
Was the sinking
Sink in to the deep
Fall in to the vastness of the void
Stare with terror at the tide of destruction
Embrace your fate
And then
Emerge to find that what you thought was an ending
Is really a beginning
That the strange new shore upon which you find yourself
Is a paradise for the aching limbs that struggled for so long
You can float here
In the undulating waves
Of the new world
In a universe you found in your destruction
Treading hard in a sea of lies
With anchor feet and foggy eyes,
Can we yet float another day
With no ship to take us away?
When seas were calm, we saw the shore.
With swelling seas, we see no more
Midst waves of tergiversation
That inundate our great nation.
Flotsam and jetsam next us ride,
Floating, helpless, on surging tide;
The framework of Old Ironsides
Drifts to history’s rocks abide.
Its hardy hull to wormwood turned
While loud progressive termites churned
As our silence helped drown our dreams
With flailing freedom’s gurgling screams.
Be careful what you wish for
Sometimes you’re better
Left in the dark
Stethoscope around his neck
In his pristine white coat
Treading lightly with bedside manner
Report in one hand
Here it comes
The results are in
Brutally knocking the wind
Out of my sail
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my thoughts
like tires
on icy roads
spin
out of control
colliding
against
banks
of mind
my heart
somber
like this day
lingers
within
the puddles
of soul's tears
like rain
on this road
streaming
downhill
Yet Ever Onward, Onward Keep Treading We Must
Any moment we may lose a love one so dear
so exists that long black hand of foreboding fear.
Yet not until it comes into our lives and rips
away that treasure, do we see its icy grips!
Invisible claws slash to send into decay
forever gone tho' in agony we oft pray.
And as long silence answers from far far above
we face saddest truth, we lost that which we so love!
No more hearing, that cheerful good morning salute
as if life never existed and sounds are mute.
And within this darkness pain too oft reigns supreme
as we fight fleeing shadows of our once great dreams.
Yet ever onward, onward keep treading we must,
standing still in life, oft brings early death and dust.
Robert J. Lindley, 9-20-2017
Sonnet, Lind 12/12
Subject (Death And Fate)
Swimming in a sea of pain
Doing laps inside a brain
Corrupted by a loneliness
A soul has ever-long repressed
Every time I push through a wave
I consider that which I gave
To a life of yesterday
With ghosts that linger as they prey
Upon the essence of my soul
Making it impossible to be whole
Here I float, in this abyss
Feeling the cold of the water’s caress
Alone and tossed upon this sea
A ed up broken entity
treading lightly
on a floor of broken glass
caution with each word
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The tides come and go, as the moon says hello and goodbye.
The water rises and falls, as the sun comes to live and die.
She just treads on, drifting through the sea.
She just treads on, for weak she cannot be.
The sting of her betrayal brings tears that fall like rain;
The broken hopes of tomorrow bring a familiar pain.
She just treads on, drifting through the sea.
She just treads on, for weak she cannot be.
The storms of life come and go, the water rough at times.
The feeling of going under, and just like that the sun shines.
She just treads on, drifting through the sea.
She just treads on, for weak she cannot be.
The heaven they preach
Is no haven to man but hell,
Their tongues sweeter than honey
Who can resist the melody
When they paint their world to taste in rainbow colors
Singing glory glory glory
Preaching the word according to their world
One-heart less
Astute in their chicanery, they have a face
Colorfully charming as a chameleon
The bait be-jeweled with treasure
Their words up to the measure
Its a highway of friendship and promises to the trap,
Hell a dead end to their ploy
They know the way to the promised land
Where poverty is a story to be told
They lead the way to the land
The land leads the way to the cage
Where the promised heaven is sure hell
From the cage,
At their expedient behest
Your labor leads them to their desires afar
The line is cast
The bait is set,
The hungry cage is salivating for prey.
The drum is struck
For our appreciation of sound
Venal as devious in their ways,
Astute in their chicanery, they have a face
Colorfully charming as a chameleon,
Their tongues sweeter than honey
As they paint green
The pastures they wish greener
Acclamatizing to our heart's desire for better
Can I tread an ocean for miles
eyes closed, in a paralyzed state
face up, not thinking
just whispering forgotten wishes
It's raining
can I just float away
on a nearby wave
silent, un-moving; don't have the strength to flinch
this gripping pain only as far as the clouds pace
but the fear of sinking is not reconciled thought
just the breathing un-parallel
Do I have to float or
sink
sink with
sink with the
sink with the anchor
sink with the anchor attached to my feet
No, just let me float
on this endless sea
No danger, the water calm
eyes closed, paralyzed
face up, not thinking
It's raining
silent, un-moving; gripping pain, un-parallel breathing
no echos, no remembering regrets
I don't need to remember to know
I can never forget
I can just feel it in the tumor
its going to kill me for the rest of my life
I must learn to swim, without you.
I must hold my breathe, for one moment longer
My lungs and my depth, they need a moment longer
My feet, my heartbeat, exasperated
Encircling myself, waves encircling me
Am I alone while I am treading?
Am I alone while I am sinking?
Dry salt, parched, dry soul
My motion is treading, my body sinking
Dry hope, dry salt, parched soul
I must learn to swim, without you.
I must hold my breathe, for one moment longer
My lungs and my depth, they need a moment longer
I think I am ready to sink
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