Thompson Emate

The room holds its breath,
Its mystery is its threat,
The unseen is felt,
It cannot be smelt.
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'birds care not for whom they sing.'
- Silent One

They announce the beginning of a new day,
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He watches us as we race with time,
Finding our feet in the turbulent clime,
His hourglass is set as we chase our desires,
As we become our sole umpires.
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The eyes see what they seek,
The unbelieving becomes meek,
Some sojourn into the deep,
They see the lost and forgotten.
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What difference does each summer bring? What difference does going through its door offer? Though the fun may seem endless, I'm still the same person searching for answers that take me deeper into the unknown. I'm still the same person saddled with mysteries. In my dreams, something else wants to hold sway. Darkness creeps into my slumber. Even in summer, I go on a gloomy highway. How can I enjoy summer when my job is my thorn and thistle? How can I find warmth in summer's embrace when I'm in a misty room? I delight in summer. I enjoy basking in the sun's full glow. Oh, bring me redemption from the celestial city. Let your elements buoy me across the turbulent sea.
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A lonely heart,
Smiles in the open,
Weeps in silence.
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Two worlds in the chamber,
Two opposing forces fighting to hold sway,
One is called light,
The other is called night.
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Clear and bright, you bring each day,
The sun is at its best,
Uncaged and uncloaked,
It stands on its podium,
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The more the mystery is seen on the outside,
Stand up on the inside,
When monsters stare through the window,
Saturate your mind with soul-lifting songs.
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Indoors are different

Nightfall doesn't bring rest
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Children of the Sahara,
Basking in the sun,
Singing and playing,
They do not worry about tomorrow.
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The untamed power is the ill of the mind,
Redemption that soul should find,
Or havoc it will wreak,
Oblivious to the lowly and the meek.
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''I'm a conundrum. Or an enigma. I forget which.'
-James A. Owen

Sometimes I'm not bothered about who I am,
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The music called them to dance,
It wasn't a dance of romance,
They were angry hearts,
Pierced by rippling darts.
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The visions of the young lad are the evil of the night,
Something is fighting hard to cloak his light,
It's a wave of darkness,
His tutor is a witness.
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