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Seeker Shadow Poem
--- Illusion ---
Meet your guest! I am your friend.
Together - We - until the End.
I am your mind! 'Control' I send.
It’s Me - not You – the shamans blend.
I control your arm – your feet – your hand.
The path of which you think you’ve planned.
Pre-ordained by Me is where you’ll land.
In sky - on ground - in sea – on sand.
You stumble through your programmed day
With little doubt ‘twas all your way
While ‘I’ – in here – do make the play.
‘I’ control your actions night through day.
You’re rejecting this – thinking false?
Try reaching down. Feel my pulse.
‘Tis I – the this – the other – else.
‘I’ - not You – would cause convulse.
Who causes flinch when you get burned?
While you’re asleep life’s my concern.
Why must resist what’s being learned?
My place within I think I’ve earned!
It’s Me! ‘I’ beat the heart - expel the pee.
The poop of what you should-not-be.
It is ‘I’ - the senses four – plus see.
Be sure to capitalize the ‘I’ in Me!
2015
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- - - Fading - - -
The mighty oak once standing strong
Now lying still upon the giving ground.
It’s leaves in wind, they carried song.
Of which, of this, no longer found.
The facial hairs have turned to gray.
Hair frizzing up and turning white.
Joints commanded ‘move’ but stiffened stay.
Eyes and mind now search Eternal Night.
Common sense – a gift through learning.
Truth once held its weight in Gold.
Love by test through time - not through yearning.
Wisdom gone with the dead-grown-old.
The lie now truth - wrong is right.
Forgery now changes dark to day.
A belligerent mouth holds strength and might.
Suddenly, seems, we've lost our way.
Hard to sleep so close to death.
Must hold fast to the original Me.
Arguing Evils muddle with each wheezing breath.
Must wake as whole – as was born to be.
The brutality of Life continues on.
Nothing now is what it seems.
All the ‘knowing’ - - dying – gone.
Life fades to whispers – Chaos screams.
Shadow Seeker March 2023
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- Hazmat Suit Blues -
Can't reach my stupid Cell phone.
I'm wheezing when I breathe.
My throat is parched and dry as stone
My nose tickles and I sneeze.
My bum is super itchy.
The window's scratched and fogged.
I'm sweating and I'm sticky.
This damned air line's getting clogged.
I must practice moving arms -
Learn again to walk and run.
Forgot the taste of Lucky Charms.
I’ve Lost the art of having fun.
I'm hungry and I'm thirsty.
Think I'll raid a boarded store.
No one will ever know me.
They can't see me anymore.
Think my brains got up and flew.
I fear I'm headed for the crazy..!
Am I protecting me from you
Or am I saving you from me..?
Shadow Seeker ---- March 2020
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Seeker Shadow Poem
Are you feeling alright..?
Life here goes on the same.
Reality is our daily fright.
'Nothings Real' - our favorite game.
Don't want shipped off to Quarantine.
Refusing to be the guinea pigs.
Avoid this world on the guillotine.
The falling tree shall crush it's lesser twigs.
Beckoning wide are doors to Hell.
The safest place is hunkered down.
If think you're sick you shouldn't tell.
Evade the straps of gagged and bound.
You, yourself, became the gun.
The elite have chosen you to kill.
They have studied, tested, - already won.
Death's by worry of the if and when - until.
March 12, 2020
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Kneeling on a weathered rock
Near top of treeless hill.
Where silent wings of hunting hawk
Ride the winds of higher still.
Distanced stands the tree line.
Their shadowed tops are seen below.
A breath of air gives hint of Pine.
The watchful deer move to-and-fro.
The sky above holds depth in blue.
Fading slow - but holds no smear.
To reach for it yields no clue
That a touch of sky exists so near.
A cardinal calls from far away.
There’s distant hammering beak-to-wood.
Faint chattering’s of a squirrel at play.
The caw of crow - then there it stood.
Beyond the trees and down the valley
Stands the bridge to town.
The road now empty - cannot see -
Through trees and rolling ground.
Beneath the bridge a stream runs free.
It’s crystal waters now run clear.
The world around to hear and see.
It's been a swift retreat to yesteryear.
In the town that lay down yonder
The steam pipes now run dry.
Smokeless stacks to ponder
Against a flawless sky.
The Cardinal and the beak-to-wood
When at a distance seldom heard.
The stream where once I stood
Slid murky and disturbed.
Seems Mother Earth grew angry.
She’s been moaning with a tilt.
She has forced her loud decree,
“Just stop it … … Now be still..!”
By: Shadow Seeker May 2020
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--- Storm Surge ---
Beyond the sweating window
Howls a wind as if in pain.
The tapping of the droplets grow
Passing way to pounding rain.
Trees once motionless and straightly
Reaching down toward safer ground.
Their leaves that swayed so gently
Quake and roll with rumbled sound.
When havoc swings its angry sword
Passive walking breaks to run.
Ahead turns into backward.
Evil’s pleasures block the sun.
Familiar calm upon the walkway
Becomes a strange and dangerous path.
Every step through oozing clay
Pulls life deeper into wrath.
There among the rubble
A once adored and trusted toy.
Some anxious doubt about its trouble.
Its memory now destroyed.
Once bare and normal faces
Seek protection through a mask.
They are forgetting ancient places -
Forbidden now to ask.
Simple words once freely spoken.
Becoming crimes if said aloud.
The mouth becomes a reason
To cause a freedom disavowed.
In the wake of mass confusion
Where the light starts peeking through
The past curves toward illusion
Bidding history adieu.
A storm adrift to blow life down.
It strives for ‘nothing to remember’.
Actions, records, people, towns –
Right down to the Genders.
Tossed and strewn - all once that was.
Forgotten, fading, shattered pieces.
All being censored ‘just because’.
So where (in Hell) is Jesus?
Contest: 'Look at this place'
Shadow Seeker March 2021 Copyright
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A shadowed calm in cool of night
as silence swirls to climb.
The hidden wind takes gestured flight
whispering thoughts throughout the pine.
Restless waves that splash then disappear
are hushed through woodland faraway.
Their muffled rage lay tease upon the ear
while dusk commands the scenes that play.
Endless shades in a moonless sky.
Motionless pulsing nodes of bright.
Intriguing views raise questions why
almighty darkness sanctions light.
Natures truths fulfilled in awe
while we march about with necks-in-noose.
Constrained within man’s faith and law
we await our death to cut-us-loose.
Shadow Seeker 2019 Copyright
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