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Terrence Cyphers Poem
Her eyes were kind of hazy;
As daisy had a dream.
She invited me into her mind;
To see what she had seen.
A fox in a suite;
A giant mouse clown.
Black pointy trees;
Vibrating sound.
A dream which to some;
Seemed so frightening and dark.
To her was like heaven;
So her mind took a park.
Black stained red lilies;
Cats with fangs and a speaker box.
Here no one wore shoes;
They only wore socks.
Leaves sprinkled with crystals;
Gravity is then decreased.
This realm that was free from worry;
All was living and deceased.
Understanding the end;
Is what navigated her present being.
Darkness and beauty colliding;
Is what I saw Daisy dreaming.
Copyright © Terrence Cyphers | Year Posted 2015
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The white snow so pure;
Masks the death of the grass.
Black ice on the ground;
Dares drivers to pass.
Birds flock to warmth;
Families gather by fire.
Sitting by the heater;
Waiting for summer to transpire.
How I long for green leaves;
Anticipating how the birds will sing.
Admiring the beauty of winter from the window;
Till the sunshine brings in the Spring.
Copyright © Terrence Cyphers | Year Posted 2015
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He looks at the sky
No hope in his eye
Inside he is broken
Bottled feelings unspoken
Hands tied together
His future forcast doesnt look as if it gets better
Pacing frequently from side to side
Along the road he lost his pride
He looks at the sky
As tears fall from each eye
Slowing watching the darkness, expel
All the light in the room to simulate hell
The man stood his ground
Refused to go down
Everytime he didnt give up
A drop of happiness enetered his cup
In the darkness of hell
Though he was not doing well
He heard the 'whoosh' of an Angels wings
Listened to his spirit as it sings
Nothing from him did darkness consume
He could see even better when light entered the room
Now as he looks at the beautiful sky
His heart fills with joy and he never asks why
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Am I darkness or light?
Visualize. Visualize.
My mind as a meseum.
Seen through misunderstanding eyes
Vicious, vindictive, gruesome, awful, and grim artifacts.
Annoying visitors who patronise and judge
Oval, opaque monolith of the moon
Transitioning soul prepared to choose sides.
Feeling frightened but fortunate simultaneously.
Opening music serves as prelude
Prelude to finding the victorious
Dark or light.
Copyright © Terrence Cyphers | Year Posted 2016
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A pen, paper, and optimism
A dream to inspire
Weapons of your mind
A soul on fire
Emotions exploding
Heart pumping faster
Fighting for control
Preparing for a new chapter
Then the pen meets the paper
A picture is constructed
When each piece came together
He found out why the volcano erupted
While inspiring others to become complete
He had not noticed the earthquake under his feet
His mind had so much room for others on his shelf
The man had no more room left for himself
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Terrence Cyphers Poem
A man sat down and wrote a mystery.
A strory in which the ending only he would see.
Sat down to think of all the reasons he was troubled.
He pondered apon why his success recently doubled.
Reversing every memory he had to what it should have been.
Realizing that possibly every result produces the same end.
He saw we all control our end with each waking choice.
We must realize what's within is not just a voice.
A place of stillness that we can learn to use.
Then what your eyes perceive will never confuse.
The man sat down and wrote a story with a mysterious plot.
He was attempting to teach the power of thought.
Copyright © Terrence Cyphers | Year Posted 2016
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