Logan Fulk

Silent hold for the conscious’s fold
Under the mind things remain untold
But not because they choose to hide
Collective memories only wish to reside
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In our hands we have a world of green
So much unknown so much unseen
As thickly woven around as its mysterious ravines
All of this life in a small bean
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Time unfolds the weave of ways and what we are to become
The time has come for a temporal phase affecting all but some
An era of aura showing true colors amidst the chaos of the world
A dazzling aurora grasping minds as the weave is further unfurled
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When doubts envelop the mind
Of a person with desires to great to hold
A hand shall reach out to tame these burning desires
And to help protect them from the cold
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Shadows of the heart and soul
Overlap to reveal
Suppressed desire, and overwhelming lust
Of forgotten dreams and unspoken thoughts
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The fire within our hearts
Burns bright for all to see
Never brighter than others
Yet never darker as well
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I am the flower of the moon
Who stands tall in the darkness
I am the light of shadows
Who wander perpetually
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Reminiscent of all the hard fought battles
Over countless generations of life
All the troubles of life blurring your goal
Detours causing you strife
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We are brought into the world not as a ray of light
And besides our family were completely unknown
We are truly shadows who find it all too bright
Our flesh too soft to be shown
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Today I took a walk,
No I think more a stroll,
Around the world I know,
Within my peripheral limits.
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Our toils for spoils outweigh our fights for right
Even when our yield is sealed
Because we will climb to any height
Even when our goal is concealed
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Whether I choose the path of light or darkness
It really does not matter
For even if my decision tips the scale, I stress
This world, it will not shatter
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I lift my hand to my head and feel nothing,
I thump once or twice and hear nothing,
Nothing I feel but the cold of my hand,
Nothing I hear but the sound of my head,
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Am I a creator or a destroyer?
Is there anything really there
That wasn’t there before
If so guide me there and show me
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So many lives we wish to live
Yet forced to live our own
Because what is a soul without any purpose?
Just a spirit left to wallow and roam?
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I walk through the dawn
Onto the day
The light shines around me
The warmth fills my body
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When at dawn were all just pawns
Who toil until the evening
Who use every last bit of brawn
To have the skeptics believing
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In a shallow brook
That’s full of leaves.
We read our books
While nature grieves.
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Winter nights & summer days
A frozen meadow with shallow graves
I sit and grieve on this leather weave
For the great love that once was
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Sweet silence shadows serenity
Leaves sorrow in the past
The eternal peace strengthens its grip
To ensure that it will last.
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