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Poet Wayne Poem
Face it, face it, face the beast
Absorb it's emotions, let it flow through
Breathe in abundance and let go now
No use in resisting as it starts of slow
Be truthful and observant with watching eyes
Know the signs and rest with a sigh
Coming full circle now knowing what elapsed
Trust your inner core and let temptation past
The body and mind are not yet complete
This soul is awakening, aligning all within
Answers are simply not black and white
Perplexing is this situation of what is right
Disruption is the ever constant, rattling inside
Solitude in silence allowing an open mind
Now in this moment and being alone
A rock in a river, passing water flows
Know happiness and sadness and tell them apart
Be sure of which emotion is in your heart
Tides have turned and clarity is here
Don't let feelings turn this moment into fear
Glow as the lantern in pitch black
Succumbing to nothing, remaining intact
As much as what you have, what you have is real
Dream for today and tomorrow, blossom in this field.
Copyright © Poet Wayne | Year Posted 2022
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Poet Wayne Poem
For every divine wisdom that ever lived and transcended upon light
For every crucifix alight that lays fallen in the black of night
For all moments of perplexity that grace eyes innocent and unstained
For memories that lay still until words remind of dormant beasts slain
For presently breathing with nature while observing that which stands
transfixed and is unyielding
For vacantness which has saturated all points of conclusion when the bells shall ring
For events of immense magnitude, formed within clouds which yield acidic droplets of rain
For every sage in passing and the potential destruction that knocks incessantly at ones doorway
For precious divinity and how it's hard to recover what was before the complexity
For voices which once accompanied, and now silence echoes louder than a 1000 fragmented dreams
For the angel which did pass, yet still you’re randomly reminded of her beautiful wings
For pursuing plausible outcomes when standing on trails worn ever so deep
And for future enlightenments, where shadows cast pure light emitting serene energy....
Copyright © Poet Wayne | Year Posted 2022
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Poet Wayne Poem
The desire so strong to have a great night’s sleep
The shortcomings are how one feels when the morning greets?
An old lost companion who resides in the thickness of night
That presence becomes more elusive and my longing amassed
Whence does one have a moment to be at ease?
Deliverance is a subject that revolves around hours and minutes
Time out from the rigours of a quantumly perplexed life
No escape from the relentless vacuum that persists time after time
Whether here or there no refreshed states exist
No matter, for I alone endure all that matters and is amiss
Sleep and wakefulness lay side by side
One calls to the other and the two are entwined
Delusional mind, irrational thoughts
Processing moments that becometh the norm
Yet it plunders this soul and removes all prosperity
This looming curse has my alignment at wits end
What salvation or saviour can offer some saving grace?
All the wasteful moments accumulate and I am trapped in despair
Sleep is allusive on these cold long winter nights
Repetition to toss and turn and never learn what abides
Recognising the disorderly imbalance, unruly in one's head
To dissolve under camouflage and let no thoughts nigh….
Copyright © Poet Wayne | Year Posted 2022
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Poet Wayne Poem
Maybe some of us have an inclination and are somehow aware
That there exists a foredoomed concoction of our cerebral affairs
And that there are others who are passive, masquerading in plain sight
Hiding their cascades of sorrow, behind facades of solace and smiles
Nobody knows of what escapades, that each of us were bequeathed
Yet perhaps we all know that deep down, there exists an alternative
A perplexing ringing, an insatiable itch that just won't go away
And with no concept of clarity, we unjustly gaze towards tomorrow’s hostility
Signs adorn the peripheral landscape, only their messages are wearily obsolete
Perplexities whilst disconcerting, never cause any degree of mystifying disbelief
Even though these are somewhat difficult memories, upon which we regularly reflect
Cursed are we amongst these others, undeservedly aware that the cure is the disease
It is truly with ultimate desperation that we shall endeavour never to forget
So we simply shrug this nuance aside and continually pursue the shadows tail.
Copyright © Poet Wayne | Year Posted 2025
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