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| World Poems |
| Time does not care What I forgot to say It takes no notice of what I dared to dream All and any of my actions of held forfeit- If I feel let down alone and berift set upon a windless sea hungry and adrift Time won't notice blind to my pleas I shall starve for love yet drink of the stars Time does not care it just trickles along |
| As I face you, my heart goes cold within But I guess I hide it well behind this crooked grin of mine... a hesitant smile hides a small fear, yet all the while I feel guilty as sin. You think I have no reason to be, you say I am okay, that I got off scot-free- Well, I feel otherwise. And that, that is what's reflected in these eyes- I wish I could make you see the things I do The icy looks that rip right through the shakey walls of justification that I built- So here we stand two shells cast up on a white beach of guilt caught in a certain kind of hell with salvation just out of reach. You look at the ocean, and undulating meadow of green sin the father of night blowing salty tears from the tips of the waves to land on our cheeks such salvation just out of reach.... |
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| In a new city, place and time alone I find within an awakening of old energies and memories that have lain waiting for summoning to give me the understanding of what I need now Simply the strength to carry on the wisdom to understand and the vision to see all the dreams left behind to burn on a sandy beach next to a stilled sea where she spins away time, and love, like they are boundless springs for her faithful servants to drink forever from.. I am thankful that I am done. |
| Freedom of Choice Do the dreams of a thousand men of stone outweigh mine alone? Does circumstance justify defiance- By whose but my own definition do I define my life by? I've asked this little question time and time again across the lonely roads of this land The answers the ones I seek never seem to come probally never will not in my dreams, the dark, or light of day. |
| New faces, new places, and still the game goes on. Empty spaces, mind erases, memories of what I have done. Cold smiles, long miles, across the eastern shore. Silent stares billowing hair the wind follows me home. Blinking lights lonely nights the morning finds me, alone. |