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I am torn in two…

27 Feb

I am torn in two
although the halves
need not be equal.
A chain around my ankle
drags me to the corner
of a darkened room.
Enshrouded by shadows
depression swells
clanging metal chains
other tortured souls
living in the darkness
on the edge of hell.

Oh yeah I feel its pull.

But on the other hand
a promised land, calls
upwards, onwards
homeward bound, I fly
around the edge
of heaven, angels soar
and I dare to tread
towards the glorious light
whispering, calling,
no pulling, no fight.

I am torn in two,
one part dark
one part light.
But that’s okay,
it’s normal
it’s life.


The Whisper…

14 Feb

A hidden mystery whispers sweetly across the ravines of time,
across hemispheres of history untainted by heartbreak,
nor lost in the cliches of rhyme.

Though the poet searches for words and the actor seeks to recreate,
the spotlight lingers upon an empty stage, and the heart skips a beat as it traverses,
looking for something real not imagined,
unsatisfied by imitations nor quenched by the fake.

And so I searched this world, wandering across the dirty barren earth,
down lonely city streets I lingered, listening for the whisper,
but no sound was found, nothing of worth.

And so hungry and tired, I threw myself down, upon the rock,
despondent, for if there were a whisper, it would not be found;
not by these hands, nor by these ears, it was just an ancient rumor,
an echo of truth, just a ripple in the pond.

And upon that rock I lay, unable to stand or lift a hand,
I lay down my dream of love, I gave up all hope,
I laid down every single plan.

It was only then that I heard you whisper…
for you lay upon the same rock,
and you were more than I could ever imagine, you were beyond my dreams
you were more than a whisper, you were worth the search.

And so I discovered the mystery that whispers sweetly across the ravines of time,
was not a rumor, a false hope, a fantasy or a lie, it was found upon that rock,
in the caress of your hand, in the warmth of your embrace, in the love in your eyes.

The Spiral of Pride…

23 Oct

If you fall down inside the spiral of pride, there is no light or way to see outside yourself.
Outside your lonely palace with crystal walls and marble floors, there is no “more” outside your walls.
So dig down deep, improve yourself, rise above the rest, you pure, perfect dove.
But where is love… inside yourself? It is not found, though you sow “your” seeds on barren ground.
Pride builds an empire upon itself, safe in the unshared confines, it chokes down upon its own wicked breath… regret.
No sir. You must choose, whom do you serve, is it me or is it you?
Look to what lasts forever, look outside your crystal walls, look away, to the treasure found in jars of clay.

The Measure…

19 Oct

I met a man on a walk, he said he was off to measure his success.
I asked him what he would measure, and he said it wasn’t status, wealth or health… that it was a different kind of treasure.
There was a spring in his step, and a light in his eye.
And when he smiled, he lit up the world and I couldn’t help but ask him… why?
“You can’t grab what I’ve got, you can’t hold it in your hands; look at me son, there is something you’ve got to understand.
There ain’t no treasure on this earth, nothing of worth that you can ever hold or gain…nothing…
Can enter into this place, this vacant space inside of you; there is a different kind of treasure and only that will do.”

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