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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
Copyright © Seeker Shadow | Year Posted 2023
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--- 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
Copyright © Seeker Shadow | Year Posted 2021
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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
Copyright © Seeker Shadow | Year Posted 2020
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The Aspen quaked in mild calm.
A stream nearby sent riffled song.
This trail less trod now almost gone.
‘Twas barren once now grown quite long.
Around a bend and down a steep
therein the brush from somewhere deep
here mixed with woodland chirps and cheeps
slid sounds and sobs of sorrows weeps.
Out there somewhere in higher grass
beyond the tangled thorn tree sash
just past a swamp of slimy mash
a sorrowed soul seems has been cast.
A dragonfly in silence soars.
Below the flies held tight to beasts manure.
Through brush and briar where none before.
Slogging sludge-of-swamp to reach the shore.
Stopped at edge of stench thus endured.
Much closer now to sobs of sorrows lure.
On rotting log a mossy clump.
The spider gone in one quick jump.
A deer takes run with heavy thump
startling me too cause me slump.
Still not in sight – here not yet found,
‘top slippery rock I look around
o’re growth below that shows no ground.
When there – the source of sorrows sound.
Hidden mid some thick green fern.
With face in hands as if from burn.
His arms to knees as if to learn.
He did not look nor did he turn.
A lad of more-or-less of ten plus three
there sobbing softly I could see.
What sort of problem could it be?
Without words or look – ‘twas known to me.
A lie was told to cause unfold his sorrows pain.
Lies ‘seldom’ hold or cause of this contained.
More often Truth holds pain ordained.
Like most in world - I cared ‘not’ remain.
I turned around – I left him there
as few would do – else ‘lie’ of care.
Roads worn bare by lies are everywhere.
Trails of Truth – they wreak despair.
Now oft I wonder -- how did he fare.
Sorrows Lure
by: Shadow Seeker 2016 Copyright
Copyright © Seeker Shadow | Year Posted 2025
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Beyond the curtain – past the pane
There lies a world I thought I knew.
The knowing and belief now being slain
And the chill begins to lay the dew.
Once solid steps seem unsure and faltered now.
The way ahead seems awkward and mistrusted.
A hollow void that grabs and pulls somehow
Is changing life to empty and molested.
There above ride broken clouds upon the newborn day.
The trees – some grass – some leaves and snow.
Everything familiar in Life’s ‘normal’ way
But today, I feel, I just don’t know.
The throbbing throat begins to swell then reality interrupts.
I fight the tears and try on sanity to hold.
But the pleading of a broken soul erupts
To enforce the fact that Life can be so cold.
The face begins to heat as tears begin to swell.
Like Life, they slide the cheeks then disappear.
A weakness stabs the spirit in its shell
Then the certainties of life return with fear.
Just in case tales hold true, at the beginning of each day,
I peel the curtain to send a wish far beyond the pane.
I say ‘Good Morning Chigger’ in a begging ‘hear me’ way.
I am speaking to the ‘maybe’ I might find my friend again.
Through the minutes, hours, - all the days.
Years of bond together – times apart.
The passing of a pet by Life’s uncaring ways
Is when you’ll know how deep it lived - within your heart.
Good Morning Chigger January 2025
Copyright © Seeker Shadow | Year Posted 2025
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You believe you are you by who and what you are
but could your existence here be such as a scar?
Is it possible your illusions and teachings are wrong?
Are you simply a vessel carrying forward past's song?
Though you believe in you and You to be just so,
Is not what was force-fed all that you know?
Has not the rest of you been pulled from a shelf?
Is there barely a bit left that should be yourself ?
‘Forced’ were letters, numbers, beliefs, what’s False or True!
Controlled and conditioned is this thing you call You!
Burned in the distinction between your left and your right!
Could you describe 'You' if alone in a cave on the darkest of night?
Of life experience – how much hints to You wrong?
Do You ‘follow-the-way’ and keep tagging along?
Must You agree or disagree for the ‘need’ to belong?
A safe path-of-prevention avoiding rejection - or hung?
Open your mind as you work or walk an empty-long hall.
Question the fact if you're here – or are you anywhere at all?
Look around and experience what I’m trying to say.
Free your 'Self' from their shackles for one moment a day!
A body with mind empty was granted to carry your soul
at the mercy of -anyone's- beliefs and methods to bestow.
The beginning started life empty - Free of God's hand.
Just who would you be - if born in a faraway land?
You were 'You' at the beginning… 'before' the beat of the heart.
Your desire and greed grew in proportion as 'You' did part.
Becoming ever less of yourself in equal to greed as you ascend.
So..! Who will you find when you find YOU at the End?
You
by: Shadow Seeker 2016 Copyright
Copyright © Seeker Shadow | Year Posted 2025
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