Trapped pigeons see sky.
Fly past the dark into light.
Pass the hunter's sight.
homeless hopeless men
Jesus appears in others…
light in many forms
Take initiative go to the light where the force of darkness ends
A flame needs its kindled source as a sparking awareness mends
Our enlightened energy wrapped in an array of cavernous colors
Ribboned radiant impressions given in vast deepest depths squalors
A shadow self may live dormant and await unveiling the chaos within
When it has become an unbearable journey to live in your own skin
Opaque indigo stones skim over shallow waters in an empty well
Stratas rock labyrinths chiseled lies of neglect in a nautilus shell
Warm sorrel ribbon evokes sympathy in a disparaged tale of woe
A sorbet of violet, green, and tangerine conjure a melodious flow
What is truly a wellspring of a healing rainbow palette renders
We find the key to unlocking magic embers in dormant chambers
Dank darkness may lead us astray from individuality and truth
Take initiative, find the light of all brightest light reaching for you
While sharing the ride
and not a lot to see or do
seated side by side
in the Chunnel queue
with commuters driving home
I took a look at the view
carpool tunnel vision syndrome
There is, there must be
Ample light at the end of
The tiring tunnel.
i find myself lost in a crowd.
i see a distant memory gaze by,
everything falls silent even when this place was so loud.
i tried to keep moving on past it,
but now i find myself seeking that place.
i have tunnelled too deep,
we now stand face to face,
i am gazing down the tunnel to her soul.
as the tunnel peers back at me shinning like the stars in the night sky, dragging me deeper into the hole.
time stops and reverses back to the eyes i once knew,
as i stand here,
i then hear a whisper in my ear,
the words spoken reverberating around my head trying to dig a way out.
they soon find themselves trapped along with me in the tunnel to her soul.
i don’t feel the need to scream or shout,
because to be truthful in those eyes,
i know that is where my heart forever lies.
with tunnel vision focus on you
around you I see nothing else
I've got e y e s only for you.
you're diamond in the rough
the eye of the storm
yes, my dearest,
you mean that
much to
me
Little does my mind rest
Wailing and scraping at the walls of my brain
The feeling of being lost forefront
Guiding lights leading me astray
To find the end an impossible outcome
Yet lying down to die not even a choice
Trying to break the patterns I’ve set
Failing to change who I am
Maybe I don’t need to change
Just find a way to accept myself
Though my mind may never rest again
I refuse to let the static kill me anymore
How many railroad ties will it take to get from here to where I'm going. Aimlessly rolling along the tracks without noticing the boxcars of baggage I'd been stowing.
So I slowly started sifting through forgotten freight as my rebuild picked up steam. Piecing myself back together with my updated route now clearly seen. It took grinding my gears to become aware that it's better to swap in hope for fears.
Eventually I'll find my way to where I am supposed to be. But for now I'll just ride the rails with my engine running wide open and free.
This is a great way to start off a day
Maybe one day a light can be used
To show I'm more than just a simple human
Have you seen a heart so pure of hatred?
Removed the toxins inflicted by others
Remember the way she said or he said
A certain trigger that was reminded of
Once upon a time, it felt somewhere hurtful
But now she's grown so bright
A dim light showed at the very end
Grieving she hid her wings
Now she understands what maturity meant
It's to realise we have our flaws
Some things never change but could we say?
That it's more than that
Like a river that started when she cried
Could you meet her at the very end of the tunnel
She's drowning currently
If she had wings, she could climb out.
Can we say something?
If I were an angel,I'd be less traumatized.
I walked through a tunnel
like a finger rubbing around
the inside of a wine glass
round and round
fround bround vround tround
round and round
through the tunnel as a funnel
speeding up
kround zround jround pround
I walked through a tunnel
down to the darkness
down and down
bown hown rown zown
down and down
round and round
dark and stark
I walked through a tunnel
to myself who wasn’t there
We stood lost in thought at the edge of the bridge
Seeking answers to our hearts, just out of reach.
The memories we shared linger like a mist
In all my dreams, her face continues to beam.
Hands wave in farewell, a bittersweet swing
The last words we shared spoke of that final image.
As I stand at the mouth of a tunnel
I wonder what this journey will be—
Trials, I know, are inevitable.
I crawl into the tunnel's dark funnel
With each step, shadows deepen around me—
Trials, I know, are inevitable.
What my emotions say, I don't settle
I place my trust in instinct's decree—
As I stand at the mouth of a tunnel.
Each exit leads to another tunnel
The difficulty grows with each faint light—
Trials, I know, are inevitable.
Voices call as the end feels unattainable
Some scold, others urge me to fight—
As I stand at the mouth of a tunnel.
But my mind is set, hoping for the better
For life is a walk through a fearsome tunnel—
Trials, I know, are inevitable.
The antiquated train tunnel had not been working for years.
Paranormal researchers asked about it, but we did not encourage them.
No one I knew had seen anything strange or weird there.
I have clairaudient tendencies, and I had not heard anything.
But they insisted on trying go conjure up something.
I was amazed when I saw their completed documentary.
Because in the recesses of the tunnel there were four men
Wearing derbies, in dress coats, who came out of that tunnel.
Weirdly enough, no one else saw them including the investigators.
They are right there! I said, pointing them out to my husband.
He said, “of course they are dear.”
There is a disadvantage some days of being para-sensitive.
Peripheral vision lends its perspective
~ to quarrels' invective
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