Companion Of Peaceful Things
I, will seek the silent ways'
unknown in summer days,
I will linger with the flowers
Ungreeted in lost hours.
I will go quietly
That I may be
Companion of peaceful things, -
The brook that sings
Its murmuring song
The woodland shade along,
The moorland wide
At purple eventide,
The clouds that in the morning Sun
Vanish in beauty, and are one
With pure, unutterable love
And those dear presences that move
Ever around us, even when
We lose the way of trusty men.
I wouldst forget that I
May draw nigh
The deeper memories.
I will arise
And leave you, and thus find
The deathlessness I was too blind
To see among your swift-run days;
My ways
Shall be among the immortal flowers
Born of your darkest hours.
R.J. Lindley, (early 70's)
Classicism, (From words born and a sweeter life sought )
Categories:
ungreeted, art,
Form: Classicism
I feel so rejected
from the lies that ive detected
hated and misstreated
muted thoughts become ungreeted
nothing but lies are constantly stated
which makes me feel so issolated
lost in my pain
as i watch the blood drain
lyes my heart thats infected
with the hate that its injected
dark and missleaded
love becomes defeated
after i slit my left vein
only memories will reamain
ill be lying there forever
under a stone
watching myself
become unknown
-Spencer Coggsdale
Categories:
ungreeted, depression, lost love, love,
Form: Rhyme