changing tide of movement forward to the next wave
The leaves turn to gold on the delicate aspen,
winter is coming.
time to build the jack frost shield
to ward off the cold outside.
i am growing
all the tears and wasted words come back to me
now as i sit and watch the snow fall
all the laughter and happiness too.
i am becoming what i always wanted to be
maybe....maybe not
but i am becoming
-Danelle Beauvais
Lament
Oh mother, you have thrown me unto this world
Only to dwell in pain and despair.
For my existence is one of sorrow and misfortune
Whatever I did in the book of past times
Is it not repaid yet?
Must I linger in this dark pit of pain
Until the end of time
Must I hurt and cry until I grow tired and fall?
Must I die even more?
Oh, wretched curse, you have painted my life with the black colours
Of death.
When I crumble and fall, and shrink myself in a hug of protection, when
I approach the end
And face the empty
Will I still wonder why?
-Carlos Silva (Itos)
Untitled
I.Confusion
A man was born without a name
and slowly developed a face
Traveling the world in a 4-doored confusion
he was lost
His heart beat but no-one felt it
His life lived but no-one liked it
So he wondered...did he matter?
He had raised the blade
to the flesh of his life
But every time he ceased fire
He had tried the idea of the giver of life
and somehow he knew it was fake
So the fog settled in to the thoughts in his head
and he spiraled to a point of surrender
II.Attempt
So then he tried friends
of all sorts and size
but much to the dismay of him...
Nobody knew, and nobody cared
about a man born with no name
So he turned to a 'wise man'
who, sadly enough, could only give words that meant nothing
"What's so great about thoughts with big words?"
and he left the wise man in his place
III.Void
Turning to grief he stared at the walls
that surrounded him on all 4 sides
but the walls didn't speak
and they gave him no words
but they also gave him no grief
And the void in his head
left him lost for a while
so he plugged his ears
so he'd hear his own thoughts
and the people walked by
and they knew he was there
but his grief, no-one did care
IV.Life
But as sad turned to bored
and the grief grew old
the man seemed not to care anymore
For as much as the joy of life had eluded him
he was also steered clear of the pain
So there he was all by himself
content for the first time in years
and as the sun went down
and the moon climbed the sky
he wondered...
-SlingFrog@aol.com
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