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VxPoem ID: 36898
Category:
pagan_spirituality
Posted: September 14th. 2009 7:14:42 PM
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moments in time
by avatar drow
Age Group: Adult
The day will come.
The day will be.
I'll see you underneath the tree.
And all our memories will provoke.
The story of the life we wrote.
The belief is here, I feel it is gone.
Why can’t I choose where to belong?
Who can I trust? Is it a lie?
Taste of the cake. Drench in the pie.
Faith no longer cares. Who shall i call?
Don’t understand. Please take the fall.
Faith like a diamond, cold like the steel.
Beauty is nothing if not beyond real.
I stand before the door.
And wonder what it's standing for.
Empty space?
Or mans disgrace?
Or nothing there at all.
Shall I open?
Surely not.
For doors were meant
to hide this place
of death and danger
and lifes own waste.
And what does it matter
if beauty lies beyond?
For fear and beauty equal not.
And better a slave than apricot.
The mask that wears upon us.
Grinds like stone the master.
Empties souls of laughter.
Chooses pain or mercy.
Torments wings of prayer.
Fosters debt and anger.
Release yourself!
Unbind these shackles.
Open for wisdom.
Fly to your garden.
Sun penetrates the clouds.
The earth an empty shroud.
Another day is born.
Life opens on the morn'.
And looks into the sky.
And wipes its tearing eye.
The journey beckons,
to see what I dreamed.
The lone wolf cries.
It's not what it seems.
The dusty trail.
The parched earth.
The mountain abyss.
The craggy perch.
The snow and the rain
and the consuming heat.
Its been three days
with nothing to eat.
At last I attain
the goal of my dreams.
My soul has been cleansed.
My purity claimed.
A tree, freed of speech,
basks in glory.
A mouse, in a house,
hears his story.
The wind, in its strength,
bends the sages.
The frost, biting cold,
bears the ages.
Men, full of spite,
crashing thunder.
Life, nears its end,
as a table.
The earth beneath a wicked sky.
The sound of war prepares to die.
Creatures prowl upon the land.
The end is near. The final stand.
Blinding smoke. Evil fear.
Commander flees. Wasted year.
Blood chokes. Numbing pain.
Trembling eyes. Placid stain.
Hope is lost. Time to die.
One more day, beneath the sky.
Dreams.
Pushing through the clouds.
Groping through the dark.
Searching for your light.
Wishing on a star.
I breathe, and you are there.
The aging castle crumbles around.
The deadly shades flit and abound.
The echoing steps chill to the bone.
The august webs have made a home.
The suffocating chamber.
The empty hall.
The dungeon filled with soulless bones.
Memories of a time fear made a home.
Clack. Clack.
The steps go around.
Approaching a tower,
with too many sounds.
The expanse is reached.
The light is dimmed.
The canopy found.
The lives unhid.
I look once more.
And then am gone.
To prey again,
on death's own throng.
Your touch, by fire consumes.
Your sentence, an empty room.
Your soul, it longs for death.
Patience, you do not profess.
The hunger, drives you on.
To places, you do not own.
Your victim, molded brass.
Your touch, it will not last.
Breath, living art.
The twain, will not depart.
Candles whispering into the night.
Sounds of death appear so bright.
Once around the beckoning hall.
A parody of lasting thrall.
Creeping figures hide in their cloaks.
Wishing pain would conceal their throats.
Empty movements through the plain.
The mystery of throbbing veins.
The circus passes through the door.
Who will die, no one is sure.
I stand, looking to the sky.
A piece of me wishing to fly.
The earth beneath me, holding me back.
Have I the heart, or is it a lack.
That keeps me from flying, another attack.
My mind whispers, you aren’t alone.
The loss of voice, is nobody home?
The path in front. I wish for the end.
The words consume me, I cannot comprehend.
Where have I gone, why am I here?
Awareness only. Am I not the seer?
Of paths unforgotten, lives time forgot.
My day has ended. Its not what I sought.
Author's Notes: I have taken my 13 poems and rearranged them into what i think makes a unique poem.. the whole perhaps greater than the parts.. hope you like it
Author's Location: columbus, Ohio
More Poems: avatar drow has posted 19 additional poems- View them?
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