Thought
Realm
Lies
buried deep in the souls' lava core
Unlocked by loves silence and distant hopes of pleasure,
Where truth can ponder reality with a clear eye,
Viewing solitude and madness as yet another form of faith
In that which we call God, ah yes God and his Son!
And we revel in thoughts of desires unspoken
And we plan aimless action for the lies gone unbroken
And we cut down our Mother
To add to our filthy leisure and relaxation
Which come, we realize in our final moments
From Devotion to truth and serenity with self
But, ah yes, we must fool ourselves more...
Or should we force open our eyes
And gaze upon the tortured wasteland we thought was our haven? And once
opened should we awaken others
In hope of a wide spread cleansing and replenishment?
No no, of course not, for our comfort wins in the end...
Our comfort and our oblivious denial
By Tiffani Westphal
Copyright �2000 Tiffani Westphal
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Light
of My Life!
Oh
Light of my life,
Where have you gone?
I miss your calm temper
I miss your wild song
Oh Light of my life why did you go?
I miss all you passions
And all the knowledge you know!
Oh Light of my life how do I see
What you saw in others
and what you saw in me?
Oh Light of my life why did you end?
Now ne'er to look
In your eyes again!
Oh Light of of us all
How�dare you fall!
Now how am I
to tear down this wall...
By Tiffani Westphal
Copyright �2000 Tiffani Westphal
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Madness
and Truth
In
the darkness of night, a poet is
driven to the brink of madness by his own wisdom. He kept thinking over
and over again about the corruption and desecration of the world and people
in it. He was desperate to find a cure or even a process in which to clear
the world of this plague. But in his explorations he found the one truth
that even he, seer of many horrors, and keeper of many terrors, could
not face. This truth was that human beings,
eating what they will, loving where they will, overpopulating and conquering,
were a plague in themselves. This was the final blow to his spirit. Through
all the horrors, this one
he could not take.
As he nodded off into insanity,
he heard himself say,
"The pain of knowledge is too great...
Never again will I know its sorrow."
By Tiffani Westphal
Copyright
�2000 Tiffani Westphal
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 Sad
Moon
A
mission with no flaws
A haloed moon...
A flashlight...
A sad girl's low light
Sees no light�
A rope with claws
Cuts your heart, leaves it empty
A rope with claws, a tree of steel
Gods cold heart...
He's not real...can't be real
A red-rimmed eye,
the eye hole to Hell
A red-rimmed sky
A silent yell, a silent yell
No room, no room for gloom
Can't stand the pain
Like acid burning me, acid rain
A tear, tears of blood
Can't see the light
Only red, only black, only Her!
By Tiffani Westphal
Copyright �2000 Tiffani Westphal
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Death and Love
(a "not quite" sonnet)
I remember the first time I came
to see you in the ICU
Your eyes were closed and your skin was cold
And I feared that in the night death would come to visit you
I feared that life would take away its hold
And
I spoke to you of hanging on,
for to me your life was dear
I held your pale hand and told you how much I care
And I cursed my father for his fear
For he had gave you up for lost in his despair
But
never did I give up hope on you
I couldn't bring myself to think of you as dead
I knew that for loves sake you must make it through
And I told you this all night as I caressed your damaged head
And
then in that night instead of passing,
you boldly opened your eyes
I knew then that it would be all right,
and in relief I then did cry.
© 2002 � Tiffani Westphal
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Life
Goes On...
Life
is not modest�
It never pretends�.
Life is always complete
No matter when it ends
It will never lie
It will never throw a veil
Of grandeur o�er itself
It
will show you sadness
Joy, love, pain, fear, hope�
Always hope, no matter how small
It
will show you vast scenes of
Your wildest imagination
It will show you how time prevails
And the souls endless struggle for dominance
Life
is no living thing, nothing that can think�
Or make choices�
Yet it surrounds us.
When
you take a breath, you breathe in life
When you watch the sun set, you are watching life
It is a concept made real
Life
is not the people living
It is the concept that surrounds the living
It is time as it was, is and always will be
Unchanging, vast and lifeless
It
is the moments when we are fully aware
Of the seconds that we live in
It is the sights of greenery and the sounds of
A rushing storm, it is the subconscience way people move
It
is in the dance of the wind
It is the hatching of a robin�s egg
It is the moment by moment feelings,
Thoughts, images, smells, tastes, sounds�
That surround us.
When
you take your last breath
You breathe out life
But even though your life is over
Life, the concept, the idea, the reality
Will never end with you
©
2002 � Tiffani Westphal
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A Poem Modeled After
Emily Dickinson's 199th Poem
Angel
I am Angel now� I've finished there
No more a mortal with human fears
How
odd it is to look back down and see
People worry or frown about pain and family
How strange to remember how wind and rain
Feels on a wingless back
Like
God looking down on us trying to remember
What a cloud feels like between white fingers
But why reminisce on things now gone
I am Angel now� God's lovely pawn.
©
2002 � Tiffani Westphal
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