Fear Waking Poems

In dawn's soft embrace, flickering the light,
Lighting up shadows, bidding night goodnight.
Eyes slowly unveil a world anew,
Morning's palette, a canvas of hue.

Birdsong weaves through the...

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Her voice beckons me in the waking hours
She softly calls me to join her where
She walks beneath an arbor of flowers,
And I…I long expectantly to...

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[SIZE=5][B]Waking To New Dawn, Its Deafening Roar Of Silence[/B][/SIZE]

Then there are words that we fear to ever openly say
Like how our past view of life-this...

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So, there's many ways to speak that the heart can hear
But there’s that one surrounded by stone and love it does fear 
Now if love...

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Enough to drive anyone out of their mind,
The words you say that cut through like a knife,
The self absorbed attitude, your egotistical ways,
All that matters...

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She looks up at the ceiling and is oblivious to him,
it has been too many years since she felt-anything- too Long.

She listens in the darkness...

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One good ear to the quiet pillow,
one bad ear to the unheard fright,
between, one step from the waking
or sleeping door to the end.
One for the...

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I can’t tell if my nightmares
Are the ones I’m living 
While I’m awake
At least I think I know
That when I’m sleeping
I have the chance to...

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Dramatically the door burst open!
It was as bright as day.
May I step out of this this dark space?

I have enclosed myself within. 
I have always...

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Another sunrise
Another resurrection
Another Calvary to conquer,

And though
Shadowed death
Flickers on the day’s
Mountain top
I fear not its coming,

Being perpendicular
Is the blessing
Being seen—not viewed
Is the blessing,

Each morn’s resurrection
Blesses...

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I sleep restlessly
Clinging, grasping, desperately
To what I must let go 
In the last dream before waking 
I am water that cuts stone

December 31, 2017...

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I have waking nightmares
That it's too late,
That I'm too far ,
That I've murdered the poetry
Which was being born inside me.
I search everywhere I go
Looking for...

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Life is such a fickle thing, ever changing and shifting as we are carried upon the down of feathered wings. How often I am greeted...

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I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.

We...

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In the dream my nightmare strikes,
With human faces like zombies,
Hairy and teeth like vampires,  
Deep in the jungle beneath the caves.
I tried to run...

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