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I felt it....with every shake and quiver I felt it.
Deep within my pores, within every bead of sweat that dropped...I saw the composition of universes unfold and expand. I saw both life and death within a fleeting moment that was captured by the dust in my bones and the spark of the cosmos in our eyes. The resonance of time being echoed with every breath. I heard the tale of ages being carried on the winds of cosmic dust. I felt it...As it rolled over the nape of my neck and sending shivers down my spine; it consumed me. Wholely. The infinite chaos perfectly orchestrated in a single moment of being. The taste of continuity dancing upon the skin of my lips entrenched between the solid grip of teeth. I felt it...A flash of light giving birth to the cosmos, wave upon ever expanding wave, rippled and coursed through my burning veins, reverberating with every pounding beat of my heart I felt it...Until stars collapsed and the black hole consumed the entirety of my being. Wholely. Taking every last suffocating breath..every last bit of dark matter fully consumed to be dispersed among eternity. I felt it...?
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It has always been here. Waiting
patiently in the distance. Never giving
thought to the winds that crash the
waves against it nor the coming of
darkness hiding it from sight. It
stands silently, yet true. Surrounded
by familiar tempests which wish to
drown out it's beckon call and bury the
light which shines from within; so deep
and so strong. That in even the most
ominous of circumstances, it leaves no
doubt in the mind of those who glimpse
this light of hope, that it surely must
be the way home. A chance to escape
the cold grasp of the tides of fear
and the surging, swollen seas of the
unknown. It shines steady and willing,
never casting judgement on the
traveler whose path has led them to
this light. It promised that it would be
here. Day after day, night after night
not knowing if it's light would ever be
seen. Silently calling out, waiting,
patiently. Without premise or false
expectation, that one day; one day it
would welcome you home.
Copyright © Robert Schlaefer | Year Posted 2013
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Robert Schlaefer Poem
Echos
The voices of the past which echo in
our heads, the ones that we keep
deeply and secretly locked up in our
subconscious souls. The ones that creep
back out on gentle winds, on the
brightest of days when the rustling of
the leaves cannot subdue the loud
screams of their tortured calls. The
tides of emotion which ebb and flow
with each resilient burst, we must
quickly try to keep at bay. For those
voices so distant, so far away, corrupt
the dreams we dream today. They do
not fit into our visions, they don't
conform to our desires, and have no
concern of future unknowns. But yet
they still travel with us and they are
there to remind us. That sometimes it
is better to let go.
Copyright © Robert Schlaefer | Year Posted 2013
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Robert Schlaefer Poem
Funny how music works. It starts with a
beat or a hook. You feel it. It moves you. It
flows like a wave through you crashing all
around. Feelings get intertwined with it.
Your mind starts to wander. Words pop
into your head. They get written. You can
focus in on single instrument and it
becomes a different song. The sum of the
parts being completely different in sound,
unify to make a song that is completely
perfect. A coded message from
someone's brain(soul or heart) directly to
yours. And you get it and you relate and it
moves you, like a crashing wave. And it
knocks you off your feet.
Copyright © Robert Schlaefer | Year Posted 2013
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Robert Schlaefer Poem
Is it when you see the whisp of light
starting to come into sight? Is it when the
destination you had imagined being starts
to fade? Is it at the moment of intense
trepidation, when your fingers start to
tremble from a single warm embrace? Is it
when your heart is so close that it's all you
can taste? Is it when you hear the train
whistle blow? When you have reached a
moment of pause; whether to stay or
whether to go? Is it when you have taken
something so beautiful into your hands
and you never want to let it go? Or maybe
it is when you feel you can't take any
more? Do you continue to clamor and
struggle with all your might? Is it truly
noble to win that fight? At the end of the
day, when it is all said and done, is it then
that the battle has just begun? Is it when
you look back and realize how far you
have come; does it balance and justify the
total or sum? Is it when you tire and are
weary? Maybe that is the time we see
most clearly? For all the times we have
given our best. No matter how many
bullets you take to the chest. No matter
how much they rip and tear. There is a
reason why you are there. You will stand
and you will test. Until your heart and soul
finally rest. When your dreams are realized
and the pain has faded. When the burdens
are lifted and new memories created.
When the walls have tumbled and all
that's left is your heart; and you've won
that battle from the very start. For giving
your all and never giving up. Is that when
you know how far is enough?
Copyright © Robert Schlaefer | Year Posted 2013
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Robert Schlaefer Poem
Funny how music works. It starts with a
beat or a hook. You feel it. It moves you. It
flows like a wave through you crashing all
around. Feelings get intertwined with it.
Your mind starts to wander. Words pop
into your head. They get written. You can
focus in on single instrument and it
becomes a different song. The sum of the
parts being completely different in sound,
unify to make a song that is completely
perfect. A coded message from
someone's brain(soul or heart) directly to
yours. And you get it and you relate and it
moves you, like a crashing wave. And it
knocks you off your feet.
Copyright © Robert Schlaefer | Year Posted 2013
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