... ... Poems

I rake the air,
For the image now gone,
A faded memory,
An unknown treasure,
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Why?
My human eyes gaze at the sky,
The Beauty imprisoned by the lie,
My tormented soul wishes to fly,
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Of midday light and hues of splendor,
My heart has never known,
Of the laughs of men and the warmth of another,
I ponder untouched on the silent throne.
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From a doubt,
Spirals up a snare of weakness,
From a fear,
Lashes out a vision of bleakness,
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I hear the silent death of words yet to be uttered,
Seeping down the abysmal corridor of failed beauty,
Strangled by a constriction in my soul - a moment where none suffered,
Futile, this thought, already gone, faded away into yet another forgotten memory.
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I knew a God, he never answered, so I left him definitely,
His silence stung, his words were empty, but there was a hole in me,
I called to man, I searched the heavens, I dreamed of lands, of love, of beauty,
But always silence, met my tears, my mind searched on frantically.
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I cannot write.
The star is dead.
The poet in me returns to slumber.
So fleeting the instant, so silent the time,
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Look into the mirror,
What can you truly see,
Is it a reflection of yourself,
Or is it reality?
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Again, the pieces of my memory,
Have reunited to create this untold story,
Reflective beams of brilliant glory,
Paint the words that bloom from the mists of allegory.
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Forgive me words,
Reject me heart,
The silence has not grieved,
The night still dulls,
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