(hugs) poefiend
dim your poem to your mom is the sweetest
reposting some old ones
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scattered and shattered
the pieces gently caressed by the winds that carry it
too stunned to appreciate the goodwill of that which
cares for it, and too dazed to feel
day and night mesh there is no difference
the little pieces glide to the earth that awaits below
they settle in places but don't know where they go
somehow they will bind to something and transform
into something new
that which was before fought so hard that which
inevitably came, it begged off, but it was to be
shedding notions untrue, and seeing what is real
instead of looking for make believes out in the blue
what is left is really what was before, so it's not
really new, but the difference this time is the
loss of what ifs, and this in itself is it's own treasure
delivered by the winds, non-fiction is its gift
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Better day
today is better than yesterday, can i ask for more?
drew up some strength to manage what it had in store,
the sun showed itself a bit brighter, while i cast
my lot a little wider, not thinking of what comes next,
cause it makes my knuckles grow whiter, the sadness
that settled in has given way to the angst of fears, but
certainly this is better than a melancholy moment and
its tears, im only in this moment, cause for certain its
all i have, not wishing for something better, neither am
i feeling sad, im caught in a frame, a moment frozen
in time, when i cannot see the road ahead nor see
what lies behind, existing within this time warp
is a shelter from unwanted pain, retreating into this neither
world, i feel so little strain, a break, a stall, from all that
surrounds, is more precious than any gain presently to be found.
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no name
let hope lead the way, is there no room for faith?
doom and gloom is not the master for the One who
radiates the light, there is no place safe enough,
no one secure enough, all are open to error,
miscalculations, and the like, but these are not nearly
enough to put out His light, love flows over and restores
again imperfections, flaws, mistakes, and sins. in the midst
of the terrors untold when all seems left to fate, there is
some tenderness that survives amid all that's at stake, if
perfection must be sought, then remember this, that all is
made perfect when it is viewed for all that it is, it is in
the whole not in its parts that reedeem even the lowest of all,
and has the power to mend hearts and pick us up when we fall
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be not deceived
darkness like a blanket falls
covering all that lies below
like a protection from all unknown
and a thief to steal your soul
take to it for its comfort and its strength
feel its softness and fail to feel
the jaws that set in strong as steel
transforming reality into the unreal
warm and cozy enjoying the surreal
in comes the deliverer wielding fate
places a hand on the head before its too late
wetness of tears that stain the face
of the one who must come to know their place
lips that wag and knees that bend
from out of the light the spirit descends
darkness lifts as the sun permeates through
replacing the fool with the one that is true
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shouting down the light
there is a place inside from which all things flow
it is a place of intensity with much to show, yet
there are those who shout down the light, tell you
not to preach or ask who are you to teach? perhaps
they do not recognize what is there to be shared,
perhaps it is they who fear the light, and shout
it down for all in sight, so no one will hear what
they'd rather would be left alone. there are people
in this world who start down a path. the path is so
simple at first, they feel their value, and know their
worth, but as life twists and turns, changing their
cirumstances shutting down the well of the love
that flowed to them, making them yearn, how their
hearts burn, the tears they cry, the dread of the
night, the fears of the day, and at their cross
roads they feel so alone,and when a light comes
their way, what is said its too much to bear, and
they turn away, they cannot conceive that the messages
shared pertains to them, even tho, the messengers sent
are the very ones who have walked in their shoes already
and know their pain, and in the despair they already know,
overwhelmed by the light's glow, they turn and say to
themselves, it cannot be, those messages are only for themselves,
not meant for me, and they shout down they light, oh
so quietly. the lights are called idealistic, who live
in a world of their own, so unrealistic, and yet in the
heart where wounds are felt deeply, those who shout down
the light, long for much the same things, even if secretly
and as their heart dies another death as the sun sets, and
another long, lonely night approaches, the tears on their
pillow are all one need see to know that the dark is no
place to be.
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no name
encased in flesh, our souls are given birth
some spirits are sweet, and others are deep
all are innocent when at first they arrive
as we grow in knowledge there is a tendency
to surrender our delicate selves and give in
to let less beauty within us dwell, the forms
this can take are many, and all are a defeat
in moments when tenderness would have nourished
our souls, we often withhold it and the kind
words needed were replaced with scolding
rebukes so harsh and too cold, as the spirit
being inside us loses its will to live and dies,
a warm smile, a hug, a well placed hand on a
shoulder of another is the prescription to heal
wounds unseen, as we reach inside to feel our
own spirit beings, that place that runs deep
in our soul, if dejected and scorned it is ripped,
leaving a gaping hole, but when nourished and
loved becomes a heart of gold. we are all spirit
beings and kindness goes far, withhold it and
cause one to falter, or give it abundantly and
see a spirit take flight, and shine brighter
than any star.
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a wish
my heart is just to see you smile
to bring you some fun for a little while
my only desire is to be a source of joy
so i place my wish on all that twinkles above
wherever you are, that you feel my love
