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Thoughts in the shape of words.

Category: Poetry

Resurrection

The last tired leaf

In the final days

Of the season of life

Still hanging on

Not very strong

Awaiting a slow death

Lying dormant for a long time

Before the miracle

Of resurrection

Of new life

And the things

That matters

The joy of light

The glasses that shatter

In the never ending night

That time will come

Just pull through

The dark night

And cold days

Death leads to life

That is the order of things

As it was

A long time ago

So shall we be resurrected

The Spoken Word, the Open Mind

Stand your ground

Speak your mind

Especially when

Facing different views

It’s the only way to learn

The only way to evolve

Embrace the argument

Thrive in the conversation

It’s too easy just yelling

Too easy not listening

You might miss something

You never thought about

When the free word suffer

The ceiling crashes down

You don’t have to agree

You just need to listen

And stand your own ground

When you’re convinced

But never fail to think twice

When hearing a valid point

You may think you’d won the fight

But even a fool is sometimes right

Across the Borderline

One foot in the moment

And one in the past

One hand serves a master

And the other is free at last

 

One leg moving forward

The other standing still

Some thoughts stand firm

And others bow to your will

 

One step to the right

A few to the left

You try to walk the path

That seems to you the best

 

One eye on the road

Another on the price

You try not to stumble

And find your way to paradise

 

All it takes is your will

In a quest to redefine

To move your body

Across the borderline

 

 

Face Yourself

These morning hours

Searching for power

To fulfill your dreams

Make up new schemes

And isn’t it so strange

How feelings rearrange

From one day to the next

Leaves you perplexed

And time passes so fast

When you need it relaxed

You can’t keep up with it

So you simply submit

An hour becomes a day

And you just stray away

Into a place of solace

Keeping out the silence

That’s your antagonist

And it always persists

This feels like the true enemy

But following doubt is clarity

The quietness is not wicked

It’s yourself that’s omitted

From thinking clearly

You’re not treated unfairly

And you realize at last

You’re afraid of the past

Of the ghosts in your mind

You thought you left behind

And you silence the silence

Disturb the fragile balance

With sound and vision

This lie of omission

So face yourself again

All of yesterday’s pain

It’s the only honest way to go

You need to wear your shadow

Time to Act

It’s time to act

End the neglect

Work for the purpose

Find the spark

Light the fire

Out for too long

Fire up the engine

Maximum attention

To detail

And quality

It sure is time

For study

Questioning

Debate

And evolution

Time to create

Something magical

Never before seen

In anyone’s dreams

Turn insignificance

Into the past

And sculpt a statue

Of ideas and drive

Wind and fire

And it will be

A creation set free

Never finished or done

Compared to none

Transcending these words

And all that came before

A phenomenon

A force of nature

It’s all or nothing

No more rushing

Yes, it’s time

To begin the creation

Let loose the imagination

 

Meaning

As time goes by

Seasons change

Nature is rearranged

Life leads to death

Death to new life

And I watch

The dials turn

With concern

Every struggle

Will be replaced

With another

Every action

Will cease to matter

In the long run

Then why

Should you bother?

You bother because

There is beauty

There is love

That matters

Right here

Right now

In this moment

Is it futile?

In the vast eternity

Yes and no

Meaning is not given

It is made

By you

And I

We’re so very small

In space

And in mind

And after all

This place

This rock

Going around

The galaxy

It’s all we’ve got

So let’s treasure it

So with every season

Every warm feeling

Every day

And every evening

Let’s create some meaning

 

 

Valentine’s Day

An hour by train with anticipation

To where the air meets the ground

A visitor from far away

The one closest to my heart

A joy hard to believe

Feels like a dream

A song from long ago

A story in black and white

To get to meet her again

To feel her close to me

Touch her body and mind

Live and let love

Laugh and cry

All the way

Happy Valentine’s Day

A Vision of The Journey

Slow moving

Easy going

Breathing

For once

In the moment

Not worrying

On top

Of things

Sort of

Listening

Watching

Living

Through fantasies

Making them

Real at last

Yearning

For conversation

That is true

Challenging

World turning

Finding solace

In the mind

On its own

At first

Later naked

Before an audience

In the moment

Do or die

Logos and pathos

Ride a thought

A feeling perhaps

Enchanting

Hypnotizing

Transcendent

Solitary words

Become communal

As well

Meaning is formed

A feeling of fulfillment

Anticipation

The journey

The long road

Paved with words

Thoughts

Feelings

Heroes

And villains

Mothers

And fathers

Time slows

To a stop

The way ahead

Is clear

Time to come

Is now

Yesterday

Tomorrow

Simultaneously

The road

Is clear

The journey

Needs a hero

 

Strolling and contemplating

Walking down the boardwalk

With the sun in my eyes

Listening to the parrots talk

Looking for some good advice

 

Moving down to the water

Touching the smooth sand

Praying at nature’s altar

To give me a helping hand

 

I keep on roaming

Through some narrow streets

Searching for a moment

Something devoid of deceit

 

Fear of never returning

To who I used to be

Is slowly stirring

And I feel like a nobody

 

Dreaming of a life that’s free

Where there’s no more doubt

Of where I’m supposed to be

Or when I should get out

 

So I tend to my vices again

The old ways to trick the mind

To refrain from the mundane

To leave the world behind

 

And when I free my soul

Everything seems so clear

When you lose control

There’s no time for fear

 

 

 

 

Hopelessness turning around

Waking up late

Every morning

Contemplating my fate

Every evening

Trying to be

What you’re supposed to be

Failing every step of the way

 

Bad decisions

All day long

A mental prison

Chained forever

Want to break free

From these harsh realities

Realizing it’s not possible

 

Laying down

To rest once again

A feeling so profound

Tearing me out of sleep

A glimmer of hope

Comes to me again

This time I’ll change

 

Standing up

Feelings explode within

A drink from a simple cup

Rejuvenates the soul

I take charge

The wheels turn

And hopelessness turns around