Cory Ruda Poems

Consider the sparrow...
As it soars through the powdered winter sky.
Ever vigilant,
It flies towards the warm embrace
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Ah... her laughter,
Known to many, though they know not
That which is heard by the innocent suitor;
Happiness, never known before,
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if WE live the same,
if WE fight the same,
if WE fall and bleed and die the same,
then why are WE divided?
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Time moves slowly,
Creeping soundly,
Crawling o’er the ages coldly,
All our hopes and all our dreams,
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There before me the Dancer Begins.
Fans of white paper accent the untainted ivory of the hands clutching them,
Of Purity,
Of Salvation.
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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
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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.
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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.
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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
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I'm alone,
alone again.
Where are you?
What have I done?
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