Cory Ruda

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Ah, her laughter known to many
Though they know not what it is
to hear it by the innocent suitor
Happiness never known before
...

if We all live the same,
and We all fight the same,
...

From my Mother,
In her womb, life received.
In her arms, life nourished.
In her words, life named.
...

4.

I lay my head in my hands,
just for a few minutes of rest.
My eyes close and my breathing becomes heavy,
only to realize that the crushing scent of Lysol overwhelms my senses.
...

Life is so often thought of like an object,
existing like a chair or an oven
until death comes by and removes it,
whisking it away, the inexorable thief in the night.
...

A father playing with his son, making
a mother smile while she sifts through clothes.
The child needs a haircut, but couldn't
spare a thought more. He'll have one Friday.
...

Watching snow flakes dance to the Earth below,
I realize that they are nothing but my dreams of old.
I knew once that by this time next year, by noon tomorrow, by the time I turn...
Now I know there is naught but seconds, lest one more flake will fall,
...

8.

Time moves slowly,
creeping soundly,
...

To live in this lifetime, the mind must be free.
Knowledge is the Abyss.
The schedule is writ, the day moves on a stop watch.
My books were filled even before I could talk.
...

Excitement and joy turned
To flame of the heart and mind.
The curtain fell, withered in the heat.
Curling into ash and air;
...

Consider the sparrow...
As it soars through the powdered winter sky.
Ever vigilant,
It flies towards the warm embrace
...

Ah... her laughter,
Known to many, though they know not
That which is heard by the innocent suitor;
Happiness, never known before,
...

if WE live the same,
if WE fight the same,
if WE fall and bleed and die the same,
then why are WE divided?
...

Time moves slowly,
Creeping soundly,
Crawling o’er the ages coldly,
All our hopes and all our dreams,
...

There before me the Dancer Begins.
Fans of white paper accent the untainted ivory of the hands clutching them,
Of Purity,
Of Salvation.
...

The greatest disaster of the mind
comes not with the death of the body,
but when one forgets to be human.
Some would argue that only hard, rational, thought
...

Perhaps it's not the path before which dictates actions forth,
But happenings o'er yesteryears effect us to the core.
Our feelings, thoughts, emotions will now and ever know,
The cold, hard touch of history from times dark ebb and flow.
...

The fire in your eyes rages at injustice,
ignited by starvation of the young.
An untouched lilac amongst a field of scorched roses,
some would mock and scorn, but never I.
...

Though your name is a whisper in my mind
and your voice the sweet song of a dove
you are one which none can forget
...

I'm alone,
alone again.
Where are you?
What have I done?
...

The Best Poem Of Cory Ruda

Her Laugh Divine

Ah, her laughter known to many
Though they know not what it is
to hear it by the innocent suitor
Happiness never known before
Till she laughs in her tone
the tone of her laugh divine

It's the tone of the lovers happy in life
it's the tone of the angel who passed from mankind
It's the tone of nature in the fall and the spring
It's the tone of perfection known only to those
who's heard her laugh divine

If only but a light chuckle
if only a quiet laugh
if only heard but a moment
joy for life obtained
the joyous feeling of her laugh divine

It's the joy of those engaged to be wed
it's the joy of a life once saved
it's the joy of the parents of a newborn babe
it's the joy of the men knowing the light
it's the joy of her laugh divine

So this is the feeling
nearly an obsession
this is the feeling of love
the love known to those
those only who's heard

Who's heard her laugh divine.

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