amonkie

A sun shines, fresh air they want to meet
It was only supposed to be a short walk
a show shuffle dance of cane and feet
Back home again to find the door locked

No memory of the act and a key misplaced
So again they settle down a while to wait
A trip back in time to a day they both faced
A kiss, a ring, and a promise seal their fate

A neighbor passing by smiles at the pair
It's not the first time they've been in view
As often in love as in each other's hair
But of these time tested, there are so few


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It was time to say goodbye to the reminders that refused to let the memories fade. It was supposed to only be a piece of furniture, not the embodiment of her years of suffering. Like the drawer she kept locked, herself the sole possessor of the key, she had slowly pulled away and hidden from public view the parts of her that felt alive. She could mentally picture everything in that special drawer... the ribbon that bound her ear-worn "Leaves of Grass", that single picture of baby Michael before he died shortly after birth, the dried petals that spoke of a marriage that was once the center of her universe. And just like the flower, their passion had shriveled up with time, now that Tom married to his job as well as her. The only things that brought a smile to his face now were the stock gains and news from the office of the next business trip or challenge.

As she watched them load up the armoire in the back of a moving van and handed the key to the newlywed couple who had answered the ad, a single, solitary tear escaped and rolled halfway down her cheek before her hand hastily wiped it away, her mind silently scolding. Tom had gotten the armoire in his bachelor days, and it had never been hers, except for that single drawer she had used when she discovered the key. After remodeling to make their home "presentable", the armoire had been out of place, and Tom's suggestion to sell was met with half hearted agreement. Hugging the box that held the contents of that drawer, she took one last glance of the place she had called home. The entryway table with the propped envelope, a single sheet inside with " It's time to let me go." No signature, no date, just that delicate handwriting that had once written lovers letters as they waited in anticipation across the miles for that day to say "I Do". Shutting the door softly, she turned and began the journey down the road, her life defined by the contents of a single cardboard shoebox.

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

amonkie

Winds of time blow shifting sand
Ages to slowly wear away stone
A cluster together seems to protect
Yet for the final journey each is alone

A pebble in the shoe not enough to deter
In fact for some it acts as spur for action
Why should the momentum of the stride
Be broken by a nuisance to shallow fashion?



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My mind wanders alone tonight
no companions walk these empty halls
doors shut to empty rooms, or memories
held behind lock and key against vain
struggles to free the past to gain a future
tricks of light flash beyond the doors
an empty promise of completeness
to be holding the keys for doors
which cannot be unlocked

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

amonkie

I Am

I am all the pieces of experience
made perfectly unique to fit my form
Hands that never grew much bigger
than those paint covered handprints
for years hanging proudly on the wall
Limbs covered in faded scars tell stories
Of the scrapes and falls along the way
Of steps landing as if in place of daylight
An infinity of night unilluminated met eyes
Drinking in foreign worlds of spoken tongues
An incomplete duality of sound and silence
Echos of a memory linger teasing of a life
That could be have been, if only one less
Piece of the puzzle had not fallen into place
But the borderframe complete, now it's time
Fit the pieces of life inside to discover what lies
Each new edge bringing continous evolution
Which only ends with the last piece bindingly fit

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

vonstalhein

Such an ethereal essence in your poetry. I can't generally engage with poetry about love or life...but your last few are just too poetic to dislike.

'Drinking in foreign worlds of spoken tongues
An incomplete duality of sound and silence'-this is my favourite two lines, incidentally.

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No Win No Fee

amonkie

Glad you enjoy, Vonstalhein



Barren Spring

Out across empty barren plains
the spring wind rolls on through
sparse growths of green resist
small clusters of wildflowers
brilliant hues of dancing color
distance seperating enough
each more vibrant to view
no competition for canvas

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

amonkie

A burn so deep the pains remain
Long after the blister's healed
Once invaded, you feel insane
Not sure if a fate's been sealed
To face inner demons leaves exposed
Your castle of defense, a single escape
Emotions paint a serene face uncomposed
To surrender, across the door white will drape


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the hardest lies to break are those to yourself
that love must have only a solitary meaning
when really love is a wave rolling through
and like the wind, can be a storm or a breeze
but love always leaves a warmth to be shared
by all those who let themselves be mesmerized

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

tecoyah

Absolutely beautiful Monkie......You can feel the inspiration coming through.

Thank you

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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha

amonkie

The world once lay in shambles
because disbelief so firmly ruled
No time or place for simple pleasures
Which so often add the spice of life
Changes so subtle, oft went undetected
until the world had again been raised
and in the midst of it, a beauty beyond
shaped slowly yet surely, and it is time
to trust the steady reflection gazing back
the mirror of love knows no lies, so truth
will be the key to set you finally free

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

amonkie

Thanks Tecoyah .... truly words from the heart

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

amonkie

Amazing how the paradigm shifts
as new demensions are created
All of what you think you know
given a breath of revitalization
Maybe still spinning in circles
but somewhere it will slow
A brief glimpse of heaven seen
before back on your way you go

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

amonkie

in the quiet behind my eyes
my fingertips trace in darkness
laugh lines gently creasing across
a smile warmly greets my touch
upon my fingertips a gentle kiss
bated breath softly blows across
even in darkness my fingers know
the face of that whom is loved

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Sometimes life doesn't roll just the way you like
so youre left rolling with the stars
until there's a meeting of the ways
to find their miraculous way home.

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

amonkie

Oh how lucky the blind may be
whose eyes can seek and find
burning truth in the wrong direction
some words who on a deaf ear fall
Smiles escape the eyes and shout
Honesty a casuality in the mind's war

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

amonkie

Ashley sighed as she leaned against the sturdy tree, possibly for the last time. Dad had gotten a new job, and it was time to move into the city. Away from the house she was born in, away from the small creek that ran across the edge of their property. Already she could hear the last shouts of the moving van as the workers loaded and and the first truck pulled away. She didn't have much time before her mom came looking for her, meaning it really wasn't all just a bad dream she would wake up from.

The soft grass under her feet slightly tickled her legs, and she could feel the aged knots in the tree truck that were pressing against her back. For as long as she could remember, this had been HER tree. She'd discovered the little hole the knot left years ago, and it had been her hiding place for countless precious things she wanted to keep away from her older brothers.

Idly playing with the wildflowers at her feet while listening to the soft birds calling, she took the ribbon she'd found out of her pocket and tied the flowers together. She wondered if the family moving into their house had kids, and if they'd find all the hiding spots she and her brothers had used over the years. Maybe one of them would find this tree and hide things of their own. The small colorful bouquet in her hand was just the size of the hole, Ashley discovered. She wasn't sure what was out there, but decided to hide it in the trunk just in case. If one of the kids did find the tree, maybe they'd see the bouquet and realize it was a special tree.

When her hands were empty, Ashley could see the top of her mother's blond head bobbing in and out of the trees. With a sigh and a last look around, she walked toward the car, to her new life.

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

amonkie

When it's time to face the music
Sometimes the jukebox plays
A dance that's meant for only one
Hoping to choose and skip, but
Empty pockets hide no quarters
Missing the caressing spotlight
The strong and guiding hands
Standing on your own two feet
means sometimes you dance alone

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

amonkie

Even the mighty will stumble
and their fall will echo the earth
the invisible fence to freedom bent
spirits once soaring like flowing manes
caged and confined in broken bodies
fighting to once again be fully freed
To watch the measure crumble swiftly
and wonder how again you'll stand

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

amonkie

To stop being the fool
A twist of real reality
the magnifying glass
held in a different hand
No longer run or hide
Time to face the music
sooner or later all ends
And the dreams stopped
maybe begin once again

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

amonkie

To see the pain as real
wipe away the tears fallen
tender touch of loving hands
The pain can't be diminished
yet the comforting presence
that reminds a light is waiting
makes the burning trickles
softly laced with tiny smiles
find a place in the the circle
flowing into the act of living
the fullest only felt in pain

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

amonkie

Tears fall more slowly now
the tissues tossed aside
The day I realized grown up
is more than just an age
All the trust placed on one
hiding humanity in greatness
the dearest dream humble
to love more than love itself
and push the heart to light

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

amonkie

It's my own fault
for loving too much
breaking my heart so
it seems beyond repair
yet I know no other way
to let myself fully be
without dying of heartbreak
the way we're meant to be

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

tecoyah

I am amazed....truly.

I have always loved the way you write, and to see the pain in these gives me mixed emotion. One feeling happiness in the obvious growth, and another saddness at the need to feel such torment.

Well done Monkie.

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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha

Holdem Dvorak

Thanks, made my day/night. When I get home from work or school all I can usually find online are, dark, scarry, I want to kill myself poems. This was a treat. I will be looking out for more of your work.

amonkie

Thanks Holdem... Your words are encouraging, especially since sometimes others are drawn more toward the homicidal angst ridden works...

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

amonkie

Of the lifeblood in my veins
How many voices from the past
Eyes reflected back in pages
Of a different time and place
tied souls share parallel visions
echoed in tolls of timeless bells
Memories of a time gone revived

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

J.R.V.A.

Nice......This piece really hit home...Thanks

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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart

amonkie

From the ashes rises the phoenix
Sometimes hidden in grief and sorrow
A catalyst for change in foundations gone
Burned memories of failure hold steady steps
Caution slowly nourishes rebirth of dreams
In all it's glory, the phoenix spreads wings
and soars away across the endless sky
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Jack stopped by the travel agency on his walk around town that day, the last item on his list recieving a check as the welcome bell rang. Inside the receptionist looked up and motioned him to her desk. "What can I help you with today?"

Jack thought for a quick moment, hoping this outcome would be better than the previous places he had tried. Taking a big breath, he told her in a rush of his plans to travel inside the Bermuda Triangle and try to find all the missing planes that had gone down. "The only thing I'm missing," Jack said, "is the insurance on the off chance that something happens."

When the receptionist realized Jack was indeed completely serious, her amused grin morphed into a slightly worried face. "Sorry, we can't insure you for a journey like that. I'm sure you understand".


Sighing, Jack mumbled a quick thanks and left the store, frustration crumpling the list in his hand. Looks like he was just going to have to go after the treasure the old fashioned way.

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In a welcome embrace I escape
the troubles of my world behind
These ivory keys beg for my touch
Each caress slowly clears my mind
Some days we speak of solemn duty
other times cry for days gone by
Yet each time our ways must part
I can't help but regretfully sigh


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This world of silence weighs upon me
The first sound of balls dropping
Difference shines like night and day
Can't seem to get enough of what I miss
Even the muted garbage truck dumping
can be a silly symphony to my ears

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

questone

It looks great too! Thank you!

amonkie

all the precious moments gathered
so quick to slip thru my fingers
grains of sand too fine to capture
melting away as quickly as they come

through a looking glass reflected
outline traced in shadows hidden
no stranger to find each time
only myself gazing back at me

so in dreams we come to rest
ticking time sheds its relevance
smiling at our whispered secrets
as you sing your song to me

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

amonkie

The bumps in the curvy road
sometimes take you for a flip
it is only when you look back
to find undeniably clear
all the warning signs
lying trampled in the dust


Hidden in shadows deep
only the power is revealed
invisible hands deftly work
streams of color boil of life
a new world to remake anew
secret smiles at the changes
While the world knows not
how soon it will end

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

amonkie

a deafening silence surrounds me
In this empty shell once called home
Dreams lost within these aging walls
As I learned of the cold world outside
Window view of peeling painted brick
Steps to trace as I wander this house
naked to myself and my thoughts
of all the uncertainties, this I know
I don't want to be alone again tonight

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

amonkie

The Soldier's home, the ribbon untied
Dinner at the table with all chairs filled
Every now and then his face will change
The smile gone and the eyes far away

The laughs come now soft and far between
Some steps a little slower before he leaves
The boy who left now faces life as a man
Idyllic streets cannot erase horror overseas

A very high cost paid to protect his nation
Knowing full well the scale may never balance
Broken lives will dwell in memories created
As the man struggles for freedom to grieve

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Before it ever started, the mountain seemed too high
Good grades to get and piles of money to find
An experience in this world of learning other sides
First one year had passed, and then suddenly three
Where had all the time gone if the mind still feels empty
Soon the time will come to walk away with papers in hand
Words to say I've served my time and know some things
It's a journey never done since there's always more room
An engaged mind stays young, even if the hands grow old

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

amonkie

Within these simple words
Unconscious directions given
times to dance or play in rain
times to crumple down and cry
Heartbeats of moments flying by
Sunrise to sunset and back again
times to warmly smile or grin
times to scream and wonder why
In the night stars may twinkle
sometimes greeted by the moon
times to stand in awe of nature
times to curse human destruction
Living in full silence and empty talk
Knowing what to really hear
times to share and eagerly ask
times to pull away and hide
Moments are all we have to live
Each one different from the last

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

amonkie

It's not the walls or the name on the mailbox
nor a creaky fourth step which quietly groans
that give a piece of land the name Home
but instead the fingerpaint masterpiece hanging
handprints of love being scattered on the walls
both the quiet and the noisy sounds of family
as memories are made within these cozy walls

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

amonkie

Standing at the edge of waves
a single line drawn in the sand
On this side lies all I ever gave
the other, a new place to stand

back and forth I looked and thought
foamy tendrils licking at my heels
to find what it was I really sought
no matter my head knows how I feel

Somewhere, the line has washed away
as surely as the waves wipe clean
the tides begin each brand new day
fading stars, moonbeams scarcely seen

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

amonkie

the eyes to inside my soul
vision blurred so unseen lies
murky depths of broken dreams
piercing daggers driving home
begun anew rivers run of blood
wetness drips to drain this form
empty becomes this shell of soul
as shadow now consumes me whole

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

amonkie

fingers feel where eyes can't see
familiar scenes a new mystery
optimization carries hidden cost
to set the world tilted now aright
a dance of disorientation needed

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

amonkie

Sinking with no fear
no hands held out in panic
let the fear begin to leave
the past may repeat at times
whos fault that lies unclear
while melting may anew
begin virgin springs of life

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Invisible hands lie waiting
for the fall to start the catch
for if the grip never loosens
how can you test your strength?

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In my heart it waits
In my feet lead follows
In my hands palms empty
In my lungs draw precious
In my ears echo footsteps
In my mouth sweetness melts
In my eyes there is darkness
In my soul there is light


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Lay your hands on me gently
feel each shudder at your touch
your fingers run through my hair
to caress upon my face upturned
Breaths of kisses travel down
Slowly firmer the touch begins
to move me with your guidance
As your feet and mine find the ground

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In the shallow once to see
just how calm it could be
An occasional wave to rock the sand
Never so much you couldn't stand
Slipping slowly out from shore
A look behind shows an ocean more
When at last the water covers your head
At which time your soul's been fed
What can be felt will not always show
Eyes of the heart as always will know

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It holds a million mysteries
This face which my senses know
All at once a man and soul
Who sometimes knows not where to go
Even when a path lies full or unclear
A breath of pause in contemplation
To lean upon another soul and see
That what is real may not live to be
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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

amonkie

at times the game may change
no warning or clue in place
with the wait to see unfold
just how the future will go
On hands and knees to play
bright eyes shine to say it all
the places minds can be free
once the world leaves them be

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

amonkie

In order to learn from me
You chose to let me be
Parting words thrown in haste
seared open cracked wounds
The salt of the sea is its life
no less required than tides
trapped within the moons pull

Without knowing the reason why
All I did was search for truth and cry
Only when confronted by myself
to see the glass reflects no lies
when in bright light shines away
shadows of boosted ego chased
This light makes up me today


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You gesture to your signs
a language I don't understand
just paint arranged on boards
this shaken fence set to hold
trapped and kept in unwilled
This dust settles in all corners
a second skin grimy and rough
all the more to make me say

I want OUT


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amber waves of yellow gold
fleeting envy fills this hole
Spoons fill up to swollen mouth
While last drops burst the flood
Early bears roused from sleep
a month too soon the sunrise seen
melting walls of ice let in
sailing breezes scented light

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so alike and yet still not the same
light fills one so darkness hides
a glance of illusion hints of a fit
that all too soon really is a miss
pieces left instead to play a game
in which another found not the same
a bridge to make across the space
and pieces changed to something new

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

amonkie

If my lips said I'm sorry
tears still fall at night
No way to win it seems
there's no wrong or right
Just a mess of life we make
in the games we try to play
the future only lies in dreams
but all we're given is today

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

amonkie

I wish I could take away this pain you do not understand
touch your face and see you smile and want to laugh and play
bubbles blown and caught again as they softly land on your skin

the pain lighting your eyes enough to bring grown men to their knees
Crying out with no voice to say This isn't me, I'm not alright I'm hurting
Helplessly standing by as this guessing game is slowly coming undone
I watch you try to fall asleep, nightmares taking places of dreams you seek

Know I am here to watch over you, my sweet little angel
Though my hand may be invisible, it will never fail and leave
A kiss left upon your head and teddy tucked and snuggled tight
In the morning you shall wake, and your smile I'll see again

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna