tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306505772024-03-07T13:37:54.703-06:00Poems of the Solitary MindThere is not much to say: These are my thoughts. This is my world. This is how it comes through in my head.
You are welcome to wander within.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger135125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-69518519118645197942021-05-24T13:53:00.003-06:002021-05-24T13:53:34.028-06:00Seven Winters<p> Seven are
the winters,</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Of ten
years marked today, <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">They come, <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">They go. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Time now closes
upon us, <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">To trap us not,
and remind us:<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">That if we
start with ten today,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">A lifetime
still awaits…<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Tomorrow.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">We change, to
love more. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">And as children
grow and with each season wiser, <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Closer we
become.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Together,
you and me, forever.<o:p></o:p></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-81383277341980040372021-03-07T12:57:00.004-06:002021-03-07T12:57:27.512-06:00Applied Solitude<div style="text-align: center;">
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Find the flame that ignites the pace,</div>
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That pace, that takes sound away.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-6657456944180634192021-03-07T12:55:00.004-06:002021-03-07T12:55:53.871-06:00Remorse<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS8IRlFt8ykGvpA2BZEnm0aYDsx9rykMYGg-baAf9C7nlvtwaVv5jjFOOx7PIr2XeOuAxx5uBIgxUSJNqtGwljaXmg_ih6CbdKyRI58ElJKkJ9MPOBILzEZWzW6kvjuIAZ3QURng/s960/siblings1fb.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS8IRlFt8ykGvpA2BZEnm0aYDsx9rykMYGg-baAf9C7nlvtwaVv5jjFOOx7PIr2XeOuAxx5uBIgxUSJNqtGwljaXmg_ih6CbdKyRI58ElJKkJ9MPOBILzEZWzW6kvjuIAZ3QURng/s320/siblings1fb.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>
No verses to say thoughts that make no sense, <div><br /></div><div>A whirlwind of words, of spilling blood and breaking points, </div><div><br /></div><div>An uncertain room of contempt.
Echos of solitude and desperation, </div><div><br /></div><div>Memories of weakness that drive anger down the spine, </div><div><br /></div><div>Vampire to my soul over you. </div><div><br /></div><div>Please let me understand, </div><div><br /></div><div>Why would I want to close your eyes? </div><div><br /></div><div>I don't want to go that way, </div><div><br /></div><div>Surrendering whole into shadow.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-30831358528418381902021-02-27T19:11:00.002-06:002021-02-27T19:15:05.760-06:00New Day<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipHiGHZhNMT5ba1ykbZaBz5pWQx_TWHeWfsYRAUNEWi0GEwMIItso4sd10A3z0DiRRbXwb76sN2SxXHh0WqUxV6fHGTKvCzl1ki_gvmZgg3j0AZM6Xwbtzc-wzflAJN7c-9skJRg/s960/philomath1fb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipHiGHZhNMT5ba1ykbZaBz5pWQx_TWHeWfsYRAUNEWi0GEwMIItso4sd10A3z0DiRRbXwb76sN2SxXHh0WqUxV6fHGTKvCzl1ki_gvmZgg3j0AZM6Xwbtzc-wzflAJN7c-9skJRg/s320/philomath1fb.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">Dream too big,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Take time to break out.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Make a new name,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Open your eyes.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Get back again</p><p style="text-align: center;">To fly high,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Heaven sent</p><p style="text-align: center;">To turn back the time.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Send me a sign and start...</p><p style="text-align: center;">A new day.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-41953651122099657122016-05-16T16:38:00.001-06:002016-05-16T17:06:19.689-06:00Lost in the Green<p dir="ltr"><br></p><p dir="ltr"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzq4AExkeXgVNgk9RWozI-gMZIs3bdHYDeJcOKRzr8-0tz6NpjmUCB6Lxwf77Ejk7d6MBku-CqwLWXdidkkfzuNkPCh-qOqr_YVbG_5Rpr0oi3tfWYdhyphenhyphenMXOOUYXJ5jVr3TrUR6w/s640/halcyon1_preview.jpg" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br></p>
<p dir="ltr">The fog seems to have ran its course.<br>
Away from shore.<br>
Too far away to remember.<br>
Lost amongst the waves of navy ships. Somewhere in the tropics...</p>
<p dir="ltr">Far from that place I once called home,<br>
Now I run, head straight against the wind.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Swim against the tide. <br>
No current will deny.<br>
Like a sylvan tree left to wither,<br>
Amist the white, icy snow on the top of a given mountain, on the day of a given cold winter...</p>
<p dir="ltr">But hope is not forgotten. Not yet frozen.</p><p dir="ltr">
Her smile I still can see,<br>
Eyes, though long and shadowy, still trigger a spark of glow...<br>
Hidden behind that tired glance.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Despite the candles burnt with deadly memories,<br>
Or the second calling for loss within the forthnight,<br>I confess that Death rambles all around.<br>
A part of living, a part of being.</p><p dir="ltr">It trembles to no one.</p><p dir="ltr">But I dream her strong... I feel her strengthing.</p>
<p dir="ltr">We come... we go.<br>
We travel... we rest.<br>
We wait... we miss.</p><p dir="ltr">
We hope, we dream.</p>
<p dir="ltr">What does not kill, strenghtens. What we love binds us.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Sand does not make a beach, but it lets the sandclock run its course.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Water does not make a fountain, but it makes the river drive its course.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Truth be told amongst the stars,<br>That we cannot see beyond the night.<br>
That the moon does not always shine so bright.<br>And that the path is likely dark and alone.</p><p dir="ltr">But please...</p><p dir="ltr">Just remeber...</p><p dir="ltr">I'm there with you.</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-35508187311035280762014-04-03T15:45:00.000-06:002014-04-03T15:45:08.295-06:00Wonder<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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And then I wondered about it all.</div>
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The land I was getting called to.</div>
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The magic of its journey.</div>
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The mystery to unveil.</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-9554238721445566332014-04-03T15:43:00.000-06:002014-04-03T15:43:45.684-06:00Nights of Rainy Skies<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The night oh this night</div>
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Remember the night.</div>
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The wind and the sky,</div>
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They tell me to hide.</div>
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But I hear no whisper,</div>
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I hear no right.</div>
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I run and I fight,</div>
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My window I keep open.</div>
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No covers, no lights.</div>
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Just a few ventured glimpses</div>
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Of signs of good night.</div>
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I see up the moumtain</div>
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I stare at the sea</div>
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Remember your wishes</div>
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Some day will come free.</div>
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Dance cold with the rain</div>
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Fly low with the wind</div>
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Slow never your pace</div>
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For haven this is.</div>
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-4660582730995369602013-06-08T10:54:00.001-06:002013-06-08T10:58:07.700-06:00Walking<p dir="ltr">Past the desert tower of solitude I have began a path to a strange new land.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Each step counting towards a destination which origins remain a mystery to me.</p>
<p dir="ltr">My faithful hounds follow my lead. They keep up, they break the silence.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Together we walk.</p>
<p dir="ltr">A burning moon disencourages our efforts, starless skies have always been the toughest.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Maybe I should wait for the cover of darkness... the cool breeze followed by the chilled embrace of the night.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I'll figure this one out soon.</p>
<p dir="ltr">For too many miles lie still to be walked.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Lie still to be journeyed.</p>
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What fun what fun to waiger on!</p>
<p dir="ltr">For I am far from plans and goals.<br>
The mind, the mind,  what joy.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Expectations die.</p>
<p dir="ltr">What else can you do, but enter.<br>
Sweet, umpredictable and truth.</p>
<p dir="ltr">You follow, rabbit, you follow. Seek no further - just light around the path.</p>
<p dir="ltr">New expectations rise.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Others need pass. Way past the fight, down, lostway bound, but safe.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Yes, forget you can always be found.<br>
Recall those words. Recall those words.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Take my ink away, take my soul.<br>
As blood fails drive me.</p>
<p dir="ltr">And words just verses arouse.<br>
A way around of this to find.</p>
<p dir="ltr">You can always be found.<br>
Let them be found.<br>
I am already taken. <br>
Already lost.</p>
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She left one morning, with the promise that she would return.<br />
I've been counting the days I've come to speak her name.<br />
I just keep dreaming, these days have come to end.<br />
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The sound of old guitars keep burning chords each afternoon.<br />
Cause I've been waiting, empty with a heavy heart.<br />
I've been left alone for far too long.<br />
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Seems only but a promise that you left behind<br />
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She left one morning, with the promise that she would return.<br />
And I keep waiting, counting every day.<br />
But I just wonder, if I'll get see her then.<br />
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[Em] [G] [C] [Em] Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-42831651813806015672011-08-08T14:21:00.001-06:002011-08-08T14:21:53.948-06:00Worries of ChangeAnd these lightning lives we live.<br />
They pass us so quickly now.<br />
Speeding faster as we grow older.<br />
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How quick can they move on,<br />
But I just wish stay behind.<br />
And now... I've realised...<br />
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All can change, all can end,<br />
So briefly.<br />
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What worries then should one have?<br />
Just live what needs be felt.<br />
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And keep the memories for later on.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-77110270906437888022011-07-10T19:10:00.002-06:002011-07-10T19:10:02.848-06:00White Collar Guard<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I lie there somewhere along the way…</div>
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Beneath the white pale clouded sky.</div>
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If I truly was there… If I truly be there…</div>
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My shadow would not matter,</div>
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My presence would not falter.</div>
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Oh but you shall see.</div>
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I wait still.</div>
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Unmoved. Stoic.</div>
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The stains of time move down on me.</div>
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They do so through paper,</div>
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Through pen and ink not bought with gold.</div>
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Blood.</div>
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White.</div>
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Missing the crimson taint.</div>
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Flowing down as rain down drain.</div>
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It has been now accepted.</div>
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I shall remain here.</div>
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Keeping the watch I was destined to guard.</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-17348600981647328142011-07-10T01:56:00.001-06:002011-07-10T01:56:31.580-06:00Up the Chain<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I made it up to here,<br />
The race has just begun.<br />
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Ahead darkness falls,<br />
Ignorant of light behind.<br />
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Even the chain of fear<br />
Comes slowly to remind,<br />
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That night covers motion,<br />
While shadows chase my steps.<br />
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Adjacent ally, tell me,<br />
What mortal foil are you if any?<br />
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Can you follow?<br />
Can you heed my words?<br />
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I will strike deadly,<br />
I will fear trembling,<br />
I will rise vigilant...<br />
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Oh dark silhouette,<br />
Show me fate...<br />
Show me mercy...<br /> <br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-46018350685160489012011-07-10T01:44:00.003-06:002011-07-10T01:49:12.822-06:00Drops of the Night Sky<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Tell me, did the thrill sweep you off your feet,</div>
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Was it all you wanted to find?</div>
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Did your disappointment gave it all away?</div>
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Left you bound and broken I'm afraid.</div>
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I'm just a boy in a story.</div>
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A tale that covers much ground but little glory.</div>
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Tell me, did the chain broke your horse's vest,</div>
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Was it tightly pressed against its chest?</div>
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Did you expect something other than your own?</div>
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Truth be told, there's no star shining in this night,</div>
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But trust you'll be kept locked away in the dark to fight.</div>
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Under another night sky,</div>
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Different and less likely the one you want.</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-52207493209642073602011-06-19T11:17:00.000-06:002011-06-19T11:17:15.626-06:00Winter is ComingA cold breeze whispers in my ear...<br />
"Winter draws near!"<br />
<br />
Alas, I had forgotten the calling.<br />
Left it behind, thinking it was not something that could be so.<br />
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Now I wonder. Now I see it...<br />
I wait for the call.<br />
<br />
The chance to embark in the journey...<br />
The adventure...<br />
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To travel across the sea.<br />
Where Winter calls it Home.<br />
<br />
Where we will also call it so...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-23604953797046560582011-06-13T22:19:00.000-06:002011-06-13T22:19:13.039-06:00Walls Closing in yet Dreams Still Shine, A Guardian Comes to LifeSome say doors close upon you.<br />
But these are the choices I make.<br />
I feel the need to stay, despite the hardships.<br />
<br />
Despite the doors that close.<br />
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Life... I will only have one.<br />
Family... I will only have one.<br />
Soul... I will only have one.<br />
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Work... I can have many.<br />
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I had the need to compromise.<br />
Now I have the need to let the chance go.<br />
<br />
So hard to achieve the goals others want.<br />
Yet so easy to find my own.<br />
<br />
I'm bound in my own journey now.<br />
A path I chose by my will. <br />
A wife, her daughter.<br />
<br />
They are now... my own.<br />
A guardian in the forest.<br />
<br />
A guardian in my dreams...<br />
This is what I...<br />
Now become.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-26207127700210919442011-05-22T13:18:00.001-06:002011-05-22T13:35:54.437-06:00PossibilitiesThe days roll fast as the engagement roots,<br />
And winter approaches with a new roof<br />
Sheltering my steed.<br />
<br />
I do not fear the change to come,<br />
But it does trouble me.<br />
<br />
Beckoning to determine, to understand.<br />
What purpose do I now hold?<br />
<br />
This alliance is more than just<br />
Destinies intertwined, <br />
More than mere coincidence or luck.<br />
It is my will.<br />
<br />
But will my will take us away?<br />
Far to distant lands...<br />
<br />
I'm still wondering.<br />
I'm still thinking.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-6521278574963853622011-04-11T21:15:00.000-06:002011-04-11T21:15:06.530-06:00Losing a Part of Her<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkAb4ODRhUS5C14vCdj1tIyVK9zyT3a8oBEfYLCEn0VTpHSxVV7Ttbu0eNigWS967e6YzVxeHQv_0hBm4nmiMO6Y5a5fDo8sSyYiflT1swZeSPhmG6Sa9rTHjhkle7xFpa_5G_tQ/s1600/ofallplaces_preview.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkAb4ODRhUS5C14vCdj1tIyVK9zyT3a8oBEfYLCEn0VTpHSxVV7Ttbu0eNigWS967e6YzVxeHQv_0hBm4nmiMO6Y5a5fDo8sSyYiflT1swZeSPhmG6Sa9rTHjhkle7xFpa_5G_tQ/s320/ofallplaces_preview.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
Nightmares don't come welcomed in my rest nights,<br />
And tears only once had awaken me...<br />
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It was something so forbidden,<br />
It was something so disturbing...<br />
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For I ran... and oh, I ran...<br />
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And in my hands I had part of her...<br />
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It was dying... it was broken...<br />
<br />
Find a safe house, find a mender.<br />
For that... I ran.<br />
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But I was somewhere lost in thoughts...<br />
Lost in dreams...<br />
Running from scene to another,<br />
Not finding proper destination.<br />
<br />
Soon the echoes of ticking in the empty space above<br />
Reminded me that blood can quickly leave your veins.<br />
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My guiding star had fallen,<br />
Her loving grace existence now in question.<br />
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What would I do...<br />
Who in that dream world would understand the implications?<br />
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Sadly... no one did. No one noticed. No one cared.<br />
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I tried to explain it... I tried to share it...<br />
But each word cascaded desperation down my throat...<br />
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I could not live then... my mind... lost...<br />
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So I stopped dreaming, weeping in silence.<br />
Weeping in shame.<br />
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For I had lost my way when I was the only one awake...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-13513152927531388922011-03-22T20:34:00.000-06:002011-03-22T20:34:46.004-06:00Far Journeys<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWVf8CnJz40dkBOOt1ucLgyhSsRPaZav9GQQd_cgwbw6eydoXvS0qj0SLmssJ6CWeNB40x9OouA1eSnM-xtSlSYuYh-zFclH0SwG96NAMbLRe8yF5iiSfK88wGPdUYmF2aEljIeg/s1600/radiance.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWVf8CnJz40dkBOOt1ucLgyhSsRPaZav9GQQd_cgwbw6eydoXvS0qj0SLmssJ6CWeNB40x9OouA1eSnM-xtSlSYuYh-zFclH0SwG96NAMbLRe8yF5iiSfK88wGPdUYmF2aEljIeg/s320/radiance.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: right;">Stole away from your memory.</div><div style="text-align: right;">A journey far from over.</div><div style="text-align: right;">Brothers lost and found,</div><div style="text-align: right;">Only to be lost again.</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;">This is how it all began.</div><div style="text-align: right;">This is how it all was.</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;">I rode amongst the crowds,</div><div style="text-align: right;">A stranger in a distant land.</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;">A foreigner, a traveler.</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;">One who yearns for home,</div><div style="text-align: right;">Who dreams of his love.</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;">These are those places,</div><div style="text-align: right;">Both good and bad,</div><div style="text-align: right;">She will never see.</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;">I could bring her back with me?</div><div style="text-align: right;">Back where?</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;">She ponders on simple landscapes,</div><div style="text-align: right;">Close to Mother Earth.</div><div style="text-align: right;">Near Father Sun.</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;">Maybe someday, maybe one day...<br />
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I will not have to travel alone. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-83680138540263790762011-03-14T15:34:00.004-06:002011-03-14T15:44:33.674-06:00Memories of Holland Park<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDKLKqG9kEPql8Y1GLoViyugePYXzL86ogcrCDZyoH6HRYYHK-4m0SVo4S0mkUzJ-LECfr5WHQ2VxIGKiCppTdU3YfNNUnhF6j5qyFhdNESZIbFofBcWFF_l6AUv2j90n5IQC3Pg/s1600/highlandwinter1_preview.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDKLKqG9kEPql8Y1GLoViyugePYXzL86ogcrCDZyoH6HRYYHK-4m0SVo4S0mkUzJ-LECfr5WHQ2VxIGKiCppTdU3YfNNUnhF6j5qyFhdNESZIbFofBcWFF_l6AUv2j90n5IQC3Pg/s320/highlandwinter1_preview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584053596614398466" border="0" /></a><br />A forest in the city...<br />A park filled with life.<br />Today I walked it's paths.<br />Tomorrow I'll remember it's grass.<br /><br />I sit and stare as people go by.<br /><br />I read.<br /><br />I write.<br /><br />But too early is the day.<br />Too bright is the summer sky.<br /><br />Will I remember it all?<br />I can always take back home things I find in the way...<br /><br />I can always pretend I will not forget.<br /><br />A forest in the city... a world of it's own.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-82814387650276654462011-03-14T09:35:00.006-06:002011-03-27T23:16:01.833-06:00Fishing Dreams with Rings<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXbH9bkXIhyphenhyphenGhFR_6KaJ3UizholWHRBBrQGQoM-YUYxuPt2VC1GiaUmG3Xx2_T8o0tO1SUsfqp2KEPTwbTkmpallcbuqm2kueP5k8q7y4IYi47YKN-ko-s-NtTBAA4YB_4MRYdDA/s1600/starlightgrotto1_preview.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584050005106882514" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXbH9bkXIhyphenhyphenGhFR_6KaJ3UizholWHRBBrQGQoM-YUYxuPt2VC1GiaUmG3Xx2_T8o0tO1SUsfqp2KEPTwbTkmpallcbuqm2kueP5k8q7y4IYi47YKN-ko-s-NtTBAA4YB_4MRYdDA/s320/starlightgrotto1_preview.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 200px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><br />
And so my promise comes undone,<br />
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With a new stream bed making it's way.<br />
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My fate intertwined in a heavy flow.<br />
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I guess all I can say is... I am ready to take this river.<br />
<br />
I am ready to take this home.<br />
<br />
One promise to myself broken. A few words to spare only.<br />
<br />
'No loss but face', a Thai would say with a smile.<br />
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But, I assure you, this all will hold more value as time runs by.<br />
<br />
For it already pays kindly...<br />
<br />
It already pays dearly... in loving gold.<br />
<br />
Fates united. Fates unknown.<br />
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It is time to find the ring... it is time to rule them all.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-87655719683881345482011-03-04T23:11:00.002-06:002011-03-04T23:26:04.224-06:00Lost in my Bubble<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpv65IYLQWv86rByInIqCc6_fft6_d2ryzNrCwdqVKPlWJIQHSl7cQr7GKWwJTenkI2WDpyXUAkvNR4rL2CXacrQOnz4axino7qCwoJD1b-_E__Mba4w3E3Qf9SAsJRyi-CnGu8w/s1600/poseidon11920_xthumb.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpv65IYLQWv86rByInIqCc6_fft6_d2ryzNrCwdqVKPlWJIQHSl7cQr7GKWwJTenkI2WDpyXUAkvNR4rL2CXacrQOnz4axino7qCwoJD1b-_E__Mba4w3E3Qf9SAsJRyi-CnGu8w/s320/poseidon11920_xthumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580459722450685730" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">How impossible does it seem?<br />There is no such thing as reality here.<br /><br />Deep in the depths of the best dream,<br />They both fill heart with loving grace.<br /><br />Yet, I still feel lost.<br />Yet, I still feel without accomplishment.<br /><br />Nothing can satisfy the hunger.<br />The hunter's need.<br /><br />There must be prey for this hunt in these lands I now roam...<br /><br />This lioness' pet cannot stay still in these calm waters.<br />It needs to kill.<br /><br />Swim against the tide,<br />Feeling the resistance pushing me back,<br />And ripping through the bubble...<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-49429894307930663142011-02-06T12:13:00.004-06:002011-03-04T23:27:24.033-06:00The Approaching Fate<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtysxsm3mVPc1NqamHBkyjWHixOuDZOueR0dwLUwXJjc9AsvO8ZwMyjVonisZ2eN5j7ppeNHaoo3-_oGNP9xSMDxWpPsXtJ5CoQk6EWxkdTfEOoj1QlKJSoVw8i1hcj_YQQWhUOA/s1600/canopycreekautumn21920_xthumb.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtysxsm3mVPc1NqamHBkyjWHixOuDZOueR0dwLUwXJjc9AsvO8ZwMyjVonisZ2eN5j7ppeNHaoo3-_oGNP9xSMDxWpPsXtJ5CoQk6EWxkdTfEOoj1QlKJSoVw8i1hcj_YQQWhUOA/s320/canopycreekautumn21920_xthumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580463180806289938" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;">Be wary,<br />Here it comes.<br /><br />Listen to the whispers,<br />Be watchful of the falling stars.<br /><br />A wish, just a thought, can travel light years back and forth.<br /><br />There are nights painted crowded,<br />Given life by the hundreds.<br /><br />Follow the lines,<br />Take what you can.<br /><br />Remember you will carry it for a long long time.<br /><br />When I go weary,<br />My legs drift me home will.<br />Aside from worlds yonder,<br />Eying one life we could have after the other.<br /><br />It seems I tend choose, the heavy soul path.<br /><br />So I pay for my previous life sins.<br />Following the passion fate has granted me.<br />This passion, this mission,<br />Is but the path to redemption I've brought to my plate.<br /><br />The approaching fate that answers my call.<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-81742211751583906702011-02-02T16:43:00.002-06:002011-02-02T17:13:08.357-06:00Riding With You<div style="text-align: center;">My thoughts are with you wherever you may be.<br />Ten thousand miles away with so much left to say.<br /><br />Wishing badly you could be here with me.<br />Riding behind with your arms around my waist.<br /><br />Would you run this far with me?<br />I wonder...<br /><br />There is no time like the present to drink these draining seconds.<br />But I rather drink them with you besides me...</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30650577.post-41865591958472117042010-12-22T23:27:00.005-06:002010-12-22T23:45:25.395-06:00Aasimar<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk_-_9qC-m2FlKBEmVQTJQZvG_69Fjb8tNCpOPWGIcqssnZUu3R7ybKDKj_KiFBTFuzckyzIzl94oDusup5mFdiaAX09lVGtGJkgSp7ZpbjNYqVtHCEo13-9Jy96dddEyI-2KHCw/s1600/highlandwinter1_preview.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk_-_9qC-m2FlKBEmVQTJQZvG_69Fjb8tNCpOPWGIcqssnZUu3R7ybKDKj_KiFBTFuzckyzIzl94oDusup5mFdiaAX09lVGtGJkgSp7ZpbjNYqVtHCEo13-9Jy96dddEyI-2KHCw/s320/highlandwinter1_preview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553749191557433810" border="0" /></a><br />Fly me to nowhere... I've never been there.<br />I promise I'll be back one day.<br /><br />There comes times when I wish I'd be no more.<br />There are hours, there are days.<br /><br />And yet you wish me be mortal.<br />Ordinary amongst those who roams the lands.<br /><br />Touched by an angel.<br />Brought to be more than I wanted, into the light.<br />Redeemed of my sins.<br />Dispersed like ashes in the sea.<br /><br />That's where you'll find me...<br />At the sea...<br /><br />Fingers to toes...<br />Death releases us all.<br /><br />I am being.<br />World rotating or world crashed down.<br />We all fall down the same vastness.<br /><br />Can I leave it all behind?<br />Just for a little while... yet kept this human cover...<br /><br />No one can hear me... No one can see me...<br />Lost and found...<br /><br />Swim until you drown. Love until you hate.<br />You've got my trust and fears...<br /><br />It's all I know...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0