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Cathy Kaiser Poem
Uncharted imaginations, Inner hope, Inner quest, priceless dreams,
Are not yet set for endless travels, or so it does to me, seem.
Castaways, hidden yearnings of secret passions, surrender not to slowly unravel.
Yet, even still, I dare to dream ----
Visions of flight, Heart-strings of might,
Comes by tail of gleaming stars, in the darkest of all, nights.
Yet, even still, I dare to dream.
Marks of excellence concealed, not one can possibly see,
The yearning, the craving, the passion
That has swelled up deep within me ---- Yet, even still, I dare to dream.
Yes in that place, that special place,
That through my dreams I have traveled and lived,
My creativity comes alive, my imaginations go wild,
Showing me no limits of what I can give --- Yet, even still, I dare to dream.
No bars hold, no weather or hearts that run cold,
No prison walls to feel, oh yes, if it could only in this world could possibly be real.
Even still, I dare to dream --- As long as I draw breath,
As long as my body does not with open arms greet death,
I shall always until time runs dry,
I shall always until the sun stops resting in the sky,
I shall always, I shall always, dare to dream.
Copyright © Cathy Kaiser | Year Posted 2014
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Hungering for my obscured apparitions,
The silhouette, yes the very breath of my passions I once knew.
Its tinted window’s view.
Its is then, I am awaken inside the shadows of a dream,
Or perhaps it is merely an altered dimension, I once knew.
Yet I know, it is there, that I absorb the dancing darkness
that captures the essence of the night.
For I am mesmerized by my liberty
That yearns to be renewed.
All before the dawn reveals its heart within its first morning light,
And before I step upon with bare feet, the morning’s dew.
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Digested by mortal strength, overpowered by passion of integrity,
The splendor of my forceful will,
Touched by heart,. Touch with imagination,
Yes, in the depths of my inner heart even still.
My dreams, my inspirations, my visions,
a gift of awareness, revealed by my dignity.
Rewarded by truth of my own reality.
My inner eyes of sight, magically formed by
tremendous substance and distinction.
Oh yes – the mystical, glowing beam of light.
It is the touch of heart, the touch of imagination,
The mystery, the startling spark of true determination.
It kindles the inward burning flame from unseen
forces and unusual power.
Holding so tenderly, so effortlessly with no limits
submerged by our hearts and minds in this very hour.
This reflected image -- our heart of cleansing purpose can find.
Within our very depths those hidden truths live
Beyond the boundaries of our minds.
In time -- our destination shall be revealed.
Those hidden, silent ideals, yes our private
Truths shall no longer be concealed.
That special touch of the heart, the glory of our imaginations,
Our starving inner child, craving to learn, to grow, to know.
Longing for purpose, believing with open arms to receive.
As the years have passed,
our imagination has dimmed, yes it has faded.
Now aching for that creative play to mend,
As your inner child has been lost in the force of the wind.
Reach for the touch of heart, once again,
Reach for the depths of your inner child’s imagination within.
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Prince Obi Wan is not a morning dog, you see —
He grumbles and he fusses, when awakened,
Just like me!
Wherever I am, You will find him there,
He is my flame through time,
That shall never fail,
With him, I have not one fear,
He howls his complaints,
When things do not quite go his way –
Yet even still, he is the best part,
Of any given day!
He sings with heart, for all to hear,
He gives each song, all he has,
That is –
My Prince Obi Wan, my little fur-man,
Now his body has gone,
Yet even still, his spirit remains,
I feel him each place I go,
He will always be with me,
This I absolutely know.
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Dark potions, liquid substance of evil, they rot in my veins,
Oh and the heartache that it brings to my brain.
These potions of darkness,
Plays with the mind game after game,
It is known by many names.
Its gift is a false sense of security;
Causing you to feel,
As if you can do anything!!
For you, it makes its own deal!
It runs rapid in your blood, laughing all the way,
It offers its own passages of deceit and lies,
It causes you to see each color brighter than before,
Every taste in the beginning you seem to adore.
You start to believe, you can fly.
Addiction?? Oh no, I can stop anytime, really,
I can really I can, if I wanted to . . .
A self-delusion from its beginning, but this you already know.
It steals – it kills – it destroys,
Your happiness, it stomps on your soul,
The seeds of destruction, it has sown,
Finally, it you that addiction does own.
It whispers in deep inside, take me in!
I’ll share with you the world, it says, as soon as you begin.
It is then; it steals your free will of choice,
Killing your logic of reason -- your inner voice,
Death then becomes your next adventure;
Paranoia is your finest companion,
The face in the mirror, is no longer your own,
Your entire world has been wasted and to the winds has been thrown.
In my darkest hour, with desperation,
I fell to my knees, I cried, with a great bellow,
Words I uttered while shaking,
I am so weary of my addiction that is always taking,
This is my jailer, these are my pleas.
This darkness is my chain of prison for me,
My words began shouting so someone could hear,
Is it even slightly possible from this I can be free??
To guide me and save me before I am consumed,
By each and every one of my fears,
To possibly live and love within a different tune,
Or has I have gone too far, too much is lost,
The price that is waiting,
Is it possible it is too high of a cost?
I cried a sea of tears for help, for change
That some how my life just might be able to be rearranged.
I am now fit with a choice & a voice.
Delivered from the dark potions that once ran through my veins,
As I now reach to the suffering addict,
That one whose heart has a stain,
For the same message that was sent to me,
That life might be saved and be set free,
I smile and gently whisper, the passage is not an easy one
But certainly worth while,
Come on just walk with me for at least a mile . . .
Never will I give up on you,
Even if you still have stumbling to do!
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The transparent force that shelters me from those things
In which I do not believe,
Opening my mind’s eye to alternate dimensions,
new worlds, and undiscovered mysteries,
That as of yet, I do not or cannot perceive.
Or perhaps, just perhaps,
It is that journey into the twilight,
That travels just beyond the unseen passages of a dream.
Madness Redefined
My anguish of consternation,
Invades the remaining mass of my weakened bones.
It is then, the reflections,
Of my mysterious illness,
Ignites me to madness of determination.
It is that moment, that I undergo the challenge of change.
For all that I touch, all that I taste, all that I believe,
Must now be redefined.
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Consciousness, the mother of time and space,
Philosophies in history, we try to embrace;
Time is an illusion, a product of the mind.
Great thinkers have said,
it cannot be measured, nor reasoned in our head.
It cannot be frozen, imprisoned, or changed.
Nor is there a possibility for time to be rearranged.
No division or separation
between time and eternity can exist,
yet, even still, measuring time, man does insist.
Clocks, calendars, minutes, and hours,
the convenience of man,
Measuring time, the best that he can.
Attempting to harness times and all of its power,
Exhibiting faith that our lives will not grow sour,
this illusion of our minds,
for this one thing,
we call time.
Copyright © Cathy Kaiser | Year Posted 2014
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