When
Amidst the search for words, You stumble upon sentences Made from something other Than that which you were Desperately seeking, And realize that Poems can never actually Be written. They can merely condense From the fragments of Self Birthed with the first Moment When all there was, was The Word
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We grasp
With helpless hands Not realizing it can Only be held by lungs Fighting You fear its release Thinking you know What happens at the end The cessation they say When breath becomes bare The moment you no longer Know moments And discover You just spent your life Making love to what You couldn't believe was Air In the moment before
moments Could She have known? What the world would Become When She made our home? When She breathed us from Dirt To walk on two feet Could She have known When we would meet The green we'd forget Could breathe the same air Invisible lungs Still needing a pair To be in this world With the prana She'd sent For all to come to Before we all went To the moment before Moments When all She could know Was the power of love To make it all so She finds me when I have no choice
and leaves me when I choose She yearns for me to hold her hand so she can be my muse So try I do to ask her out to share a cup of tea forgetting she is not the one to sit where I can see Unsure of her real motives now but undeterred by her first no I learn to breath the pause from air and how to take it slow So, a walk I think to hear the birds will surely bring her near But yet again, she turns me down and throws me back to fear And there I sit in overwhelm, no space to think or see So cry I do, to ease the pain and ask “What’s wrong with me?” Yet from the voice that I now hear are not the words of pain But the hymns of her, come now to bless the one no longer sane For of this mind, I have no need no way to come unto For what really are the point of thoughts if I have no peace with you From the cracks of the armor
it bleeds There is no stopping the drip when all you see are the drops They tell me it is crimson The color of one’s courage But all I can see within the storm is the blur of cloudy tears They tell me I’ll grow stronger if I learn to like its taste But all I can feel is the hurt inside when it’s left to grow They tell me it’s inevitable like death and growing older But how can they be siblings if I can name just one? I’ve spent my life learning its real causes and the remedies for its relief But the way to it and the way from it cannot walk hand-in-hand For holding to it or running from it will just lead you to the land Where there are no ways for you to walk no place from which to flee For there is no from nor to or through when it comes to it you see It’s just the way Like all the paths that seek to set you free Like the love we walked to bring us here to the end of you and me Within the space
Where you started to Breathe Emerged a soft silence Your ears had never Heard Unsure what it was like To be free from the Noise Your mind sought to fill This void in between And fight fight Into the dark night The thoughts came Like arrows To tear you from the Calm But prepared for the Charge You readied your Sword Knowing you needed This peace from the Pause But just as you lunged To land your first blow You gasped out to Breathe And find air once again And much to the Surprise Of the mind made to maim Came the heart made To hold The silence back to Claim What your ears knew As truth The way from the pain The journey back to Love Within the space once Again I awoke
Drenched in disbelief From the dream deferred Startled and stuttering I searched for something A little more real For unearthed in my slumber Was the reflection of your being Rippling its way gently Onto the shore of my soul "It cannot be," I cried "There's just no way" "This does not exist" And resist I did As you started crashing Your waves, falling as fate Where free will thought It was destined to be Until the 100th wave When my self went shattering Succumbing to sand A crystallization of truth From the shards of me For when eternity goes crumbling A space is left For the flourishing of faith The opposite of all We think we can see Yet despite the depth Of our defying connection And the new found belief In the twinning of our flames There never once was A making for each other For instead, in each other Had we always been made Cliche is only cliche
If you call it so Love is only love If you give it so Peace is only peace If you feel it so Truth is only truth If you let it go So why cling to the belief That we are just captives to a World Telling you your Love is cliche And there's no such thing as Peace When with a single breath You Me He She We Can dare to believe And make it so If it weren't for the part
That believed in you There would be no knowing That I believed in me For believing in you Was what I was missing you see To uncover the truth That you were just me And by believing in you I needn't worry about me For when two become one There's only believing in we Sometimes poems wash on
Over me Like a cold, unyielding storm The beautiful disaster Of umbrellas lost Replaced by words That fall to know the way Sometimes poems break through Into me Like a warm, unseeable light The undeniable bliss Of galaxies born Retold by words That burst to laugh and play Sometimes poems never Come at all Like a thank you or a please The unspoken love Of excuses made Renewed by words That come another day |
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