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Zane Blair Poem
Violets in twilight
roses at midnight
danger in respite
and dying to live life
silent in delight
broken yet unchanged
feeling your heart sink
down in your ribcage
unwilling and misplaced
struggling through distaste
hoping for freedom
yet watching your life fade
the truth is these days
we are all afraid
always waiting for the decision
when our own minds are made.
Copyright © Zane Blair | Year Posted 2023
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Zane Blair Poem
Falling from an architect's malleable beacon, entranced by the glow of bold insight,
a dream but a fiction so seamlessly seeming but a fraction of semblance to ones own light.
In the sea is a swelling, a voluptuous wisdom, a grain of the planes a boulder in sand,
what is spoken is maybe a tempestuous spell, and in gleaning a tale that nothing was said.
I loathe to be flightless and melded with soil, of covetous isles I'm born to be dammed,
I'm stranded and sailing, I'm choking on breath, and watching the ending to see where it began.
Was the glass made to seek us or our trail home, on the tempest we'll ride and if one of us lasts,
will the solitude bring meaning or falter the truth that has already found us in life and in death.
Copyright © Zane Blair | Year Posted 2023
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Zane Blair Poem
Endless oceans hide you from true peace
Lightning stricken from reality
Fabrics torn into your form
Teardrops hiding secret agony
Of these waters we were born
Only to be lost within their depths
Told that we must wage our wars
If we wish to earn respect
Blood is shed and draws the beast
From the mist it did emerge
Fatality rests upon our shoulders
Whispers in your ear that death has learnt
All your secrets and every lie
There's no hiding from your reflection
As you see it they stare back
With no meaning, time's suspension
As you realize you have no protection
From the demons that you face
Within your own might, weakness beckons
Every love has been erased
Now your face holds no expression
For this moment you'll be safe
When you realize it was the waters
That form the mirror, that interlaced
Every moment you thought your own
Was but an Illusion, nothings changed
No more knowledge could be kept
For the words are forever chained
Memories repressed into non existence
Any true wishes now are caged
This is the life of the death you feign
Exertion is held but never remains
Your essence leaking from your core
Drops of soul upon the ground
Eyes that don't see any more
Lips that meaning never found
Spirits stretch beyond the walls
That now surround you is this room
You hear frequencies and music
derived from instruments with no tune
With a shiver on your spine
You see your strings and you assume
To feel the presence that hides your shadow
For it is the curse cast by the Moon.
Copyright © Zane Blair | Year Posted 2023
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