He couldn't tell where she was going, but she was forever on the run
She ran from herself, not deciding upon a course, she ran from everything
Somewhere long ago, some hurt befell her that was yet too unclear
She had no name, nor knew that from which she came
The questions she had, they burned in the pit of her skittish heart
Wanting to feel whole, she forever chased false happiness
Trying to please others, never keeping anything for herself
She needed one to love her, but she only wanted the ones who hurt
Every time was always the same, they took what they wanted leaving her more confused than before
They left her sitting all alone, she called down from her liar's chair, and said "I'll show them"
She went on a tear, breaking the ones who tried to love her, she always fell beside the ones that hurt her
Caught in a world, full of deceit and pain, May she escape the game she plays
For she knows not how to get there, but wants what all little girls want inside
A man to hold her, and to make her his own
Not someone to take from her, but to help her see she's whole
No longer juxtaposed in shadows, but seeing with great clarity
That she knew who she was all along, she just couldn't always see
The dreamer sees this dream last night, Not knowing if there is hope for her, he says a little prayer
For God, be just and help your children home
They are all but weeping now, They cannot find their way alone
Monday, January 31, 2011
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Faded Glass Along the Road
Moments fade in an instant, the memories they leave behind last a lifetime
For just a second is a breath upon the earth, that second could change everything
An endless stretch of highway strewn across the world, many eons before, were there cars
Empty hulls of lesser things, faded like shards of broken glass
Time makes them all finite, It blurs their once shiny hue
A young man walking the path of his life, not walking so young anymore
Time and torture have aged the endless one, his experience but gained
Believing in deliverance from above, He walks the walk of Faith
Not knowing where this barren road leads, only that it does
In the Glass he sees his face, weathered by the sands of Time
Yet but material, fleshly ideals, they mean nothing to the infinite soul
Beings were born free, yet chained by Earthly Sin
Walking a foot in the depth of mortal tears, without their God they have their fears
These things the dreamer visits, as he ignores the path he walks
Time flows by making him older still, He knows not that it is time to stop this night
Only the picture in the faded glass, What he saw in the dying light.......ED
For just a second is a breath upon the earth, that second could change everything
An endless stretch of highway strewn across the world, many eons before, were there cars
Empty hulls of lesser things, faded like shards of broken glass
Time makes them all finite, It blurs their once shiny hue
A young man walking the path of his life, not walking so young anymore
Time and torture have aged the endless one, his experience but gained
Believing in deliverance from above, He walks the walk of Faith
Not knowing where this barren road leads, only that it does
In the Glass he sees his face, weathered by the sands of Time
Yet but material, fleshly ideals, they mean nothing to the infinite soul
Beings were born free, yet chained by Earthly Sin
Walking a foot in the depth of mortal tears, without their God they have their fears
These things the dreamer visits, as he ignores the path he walks
Time flows by making him older still, He knows not that it is time to stop this night
Only the picture in the faded glass, What he saw in the dying light.......ED
Saturday, January 29, 2011
The Morning After
As he opens his brown-green eyes to morning sky
There is undoubted reassurance of his place in this boded world
As he creeps from his resting spot near the dying fire
There is dubious silence surrounding his fate
Not a soul to speak with, just like in days past
He suddenly cannot remember how long it had been
Was she there yesterday; Or do the spectres of his past promote confusion to his ritual
Drawing upon his pen, and the day's first smoke, He opens up his tattered bound pad
Tears, sweat and time have marred its once magnificent cover
In the journal he keeps his dreams, hopes and fears
They are but safer there, shielded from the world and all its madness
But to talk of such, one wonders if the Dreamer is yet Mad himself
Not angry, no, yet Mad like the Hatter from an old tale
One but must watch his movements to know these answers
For here in his journal, Secrets he doth keep
He writes today of friendship lost, trust faltered
He hopes tomorrow the words will change
May time soften his road and show him his future
Yet he live high on today, and not false promises of tomorrow
Lest his head be above yonder clouds, and he misses what he cannot see
Finishing his ritual, he grabs his bedroll and moves on yet again
Broken pieces and memories dangle on the ground in his wake.....ED
There is undoubted reassurance of his place in this boded world
As he creeps from his resting spot near the dying fire
There is dubious silence surrounding his fate
Not a soul to speak with, just like in days past
He suddenly cannot remember how long it had been
Was she there yesterday; Or do the spectres of his past promote confusion to his ritual
Drawing upon his pen, and the day's first smoke, He opens up his tattered bound pad
Tears, sweat and time have marred its once magnificent cover
In the journal he keeps his dreams, hopes and fears
They are but safer there, shielded from the world and all its madness
But to talk of such, one wonders if the Dreamer is yet Mad himself
Not angry, no, yet Mad like the Hatter from an old tale
One but must watch his movements to know these answers
For here in his journal, Secrets he doth keep
He writes today of friendship lost, trust faltered
He hopes tomorrow the words will change
May time soften his road and show him his future
Yet he live high on today, and not false promises of tomorrow
Lest his head be above yonder clouds, and he misses what he cannot see
Finishing his ritual, he grabs his bedroll and moves on yet again
Broken pieces and memories dangle on the ground in his wake.....ED
Friday, January 28, 2011
Beautiful Sunrise
He awoke alone in a pool of sweat
The ground glistened at the nourishment of his body
The dreams he visited recently, depleted his energy
Made him restless and fed on his resolve
He looked around to see her, but he knew she was already gone
His wondered if she had been there at all
Time is peculiar along the path, It bends and softens and even blurs
Had he been this way before? He is sure that it is so
He has the scars on both knees, and the weight in his heart
The morning Sun is blinding as it peaks over the horizon
Its warmth stills the winter night's solidified chill
He knows know he has been vindicated
The Man in the Clouds had promised so
He is more than these dreams of his
Yet they have a way of shaping the future
No longer must he dream of vindication
This morning it is his, and the song in his heart is playing quite loudly
He stops to see her face once more
Then laces up his boots for today's road
Bent over his belongings, he sees a strand of hair
Just a memory of something else left behind
He curls it around his pen, and ties it tight
He will ponder on it later, but not just now
Not sure where the day will bring him, but he is sure that he is late........ED
The ground glistened at the nourishment of his body
The dreams he visited recently, depleted his energy
Made him restless and fed on his resolve
He looked around to see her, but he knew she was already gone
His wondered if she had been there at all
Time is peculiar along the path, It bends and softens and even blurs
Had he been this way before? He is sure that it is so
He has the scars on both knees, and the weight in his heart
The morning Sun is blinding as it peaks over the horizon
Its warmth stills the winter night's solidified chill
He knows know he has been vindicated
The Man in the Clouds had promised so
He is more than these dreams of his
Yet they have a way of shaping the future
No longer must he dream of vindication
This morning it is his, and the song in his heart is playing quite loudly
He stops to see her face once more
Then laces up his boots for today's road
Bent over his belongings, he sees a strand of hair
Just a memory of something else left behind
He curls it around his pen, and ties it tight
He will ponder on it later, but not just now
Not sure where the day will bring him, but he is sure that he is late........ED
Why He Writes
Many pens have burned under his finger and much more ink will be spilled before his story is done:
He writes the song in his heart
He writes to see where he has been
He writes to see where he is going
He writes when he would rather just cry
He writes when the world is too dry
He writes for all those who have had a dream, yet have not found it
He writes for all those who suffer but cannot express it
He writes for his occasional joys
He writes for his moments of bliss
He writes to comfort his dreamer's heart
He writes to empty out the demons of his soul
He writes because he has a story to tell
He writes because sometimes it is his only friend
He writes because he knows it needs to be written
He writes because the absence of it makes him gray
He writes because he writes
Follow the dreamer if you will, and if these words just don't suit you, then turn the page because the dreamer doesn't write for you, he writes for the song in his heart.--ED
He writes the song in his heart
He writes to see where he has been
He writes to see where he is going
He writes when he would rather just cry
He writes when the world is too dry
He writes for all those who have had a dream, yet have not found it
He writes for all those who suffer but cannot express it
He writes for his occasional joys
He writes for his moments of bliss
He writes to comfort his dreamer's heart
He writes to empty out the demons of his soul
He writes because he has a story to tell
He writes because sometimes it is his only friend
He writes because he knows it needs to be written
He writes because the absence of it makes him gray
He writes because he writes
Follow the dreamer if you will, and if these words just don't suit you, then turn the page because the dreamer doesn't write for you, he writes for the song in his heart.--ED
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Subtle Journey
Many are there, who have no fears
Long is their suffering, for it turns to tears
Years ago, his once stopped cold
Will the well come again before he is old
Emotions wrapped tight in his dreamer's heart
At first just a touch, yet more than a start
The webs of uncertainty began to creep in
He skewed his emotions down with his pen
He believes in true love and loving her without end
If he doesn't know she's hurting, her heart he cannot mend
Yet he takes out his proverbial needle and thread
To seam up her heart, before it was all bled
She gave him all he's ever desired and she wants to give more
Yet so many times they have ran through his door
The dreamer is fragile, and the scars they run deep
How does he show her, and not make her weep
Love her he will, and not turn away
Her heart can be his and not go astray
The dreamer is one with his soul
Yet he thought it was sold not long ago
He will always be the endless one,
His dreams burn like fire, and must continue on
Should she strive to keep him upright
And hold him still with all of her might
All she need do is to nourish his dreamer's soul
That being done, He's sure to never go
They walk the subtle path just now from the wood
The one for loving greatly, and life is all good
A rhyme without reason is left in the sand
He reaches forth with his, to take her hand in hand
Long is their suffering, for it turns to tears
Years ago, his once stopped cold
Will the well come again before he is old
Emotions wrapped tight in his dreamer's heart
At first just a touch, yet more than a start
The webs of uncertainty began to creep in
He skewed his emotions down with his pen
He believes in true love and loving her without end
If he doesn't know she's hurting, her heart he cannot mend
Yet he takes out his proverbial needle and thread
To seam up her heart, before it was all bled
She gave him all he's ever desired and she wants to give more
Yet so many times they have ran through his door
The dreamer is fragile, and the scars they run deep
How does he show her, and not make her weep
Love her he will, and not turn away
Her heart can be his and not go astray
The dreamer is one with his soul
Yet he thought it was sold not long ago
He will always be the endless one,
His dreams burn like fire, and must continue on
Should she strive to keep him upright
And hold him still with all of her might
All she need do is to nourish his dreamer's soul
That being done, He's sure to never go
They walk the subtle path just now from the wood
The one for loving greatly, and life is all good
A rhyme without reason is left in the sand
He reaches forth with his, to take her hand in hand
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Interlude I-Man in the Clouds
Long ago, before there were paths to follow, there was darkness
The universe was empty and still, even silence went unheard
Suddenly in a flash of light, the galaxy burned full of hot gas
Explosions ruled the cosmos for many fortnight as the worlds formed
The Earth as we know it, melted upon itself in heat, forming to its present state
Though upon its surface, there was not existence, no life, no roads, nothing
A Supreme being created the heavens and placed himself there
He looked down upon his creations and called them serene
As he watched the Earth, He knew it needed something else
He took his almighty hands, and formed its surface, making all things new
A touch from his omnipotent finger, stirred first life, and man became real
From that day forth, a consciousness of God lived in man, burned in his soul
The Man in the Clouds, as he became known, watched down on his little world
Of human things He took great interest, His love for sinners went unmatched
Along came the dreamer, from some when, somewhere many years now past
This God knew the dreamer before he knew himself, He knew the struggles he would have
He knew the boy would have the heart of a dreamer, and what fool's hearts were made of
The dreamer was a likeness of Him and his dreamer's heart would carry him far upon the tide
Nothing would ever happen to make him stop believing, Nothing too great to breaker his lover's heart
Life might torment him, or lest he torment himself, The Man in the Clouds knew this one was different
He knew the dreamer before the endless one could discover himself
He decided to follow the boy, Watch the dreams unfold
He placed great care and faith in the dreamer, Yet he knew all roads the young one would take
He cast him upon the Earth to go forth, To make others as complete as he was looking for himself
To bring joy to hearts, songs to one's soul, The dreamer had a gargantuan task
To be all things dreams are made of, and to make them all come true
To find his own road to Happiness, but only after serving God's will
Run Endless Dreamer, carry on swiftly
I know the roads you take, I built them for you
Follow your Endless Heart, for it will carry you back to me
The universe was empty and still, even silence went unheard
Suddenly in a flash of light, the galaxy burned full of hot gas
Explosions ruled the cosmos for many fortnight as the worlds formed
The Earth as we know it, melted upon itself in heat, forming to its present state
Though upon its surface, there was not existence, no life, no roads, nothing
A Supreme being created the heavens and placed himself there
He looked down upon his creations and called them serene
As he watched the Earth, He knew it needed something else
He took his almighty hands, and formed its surface, making all things new
A touch from his omnipotent finger, stirred first life, and man became real
From that day forth, a consciousness of God lived in man, burned in his soul
The Man in the Clouds, as he became known, watched down on his little world
Of human things He took great interest, His love for sinners went unmatched
Along came the dreamer, from some when, somewhere many years now past
This God knew the dreamer before he knew himself, He knew the struggles he would have
He knew the boy would have the heart of a dreamer, and what fool's hearts were made of
The dreamer was a likeness of Him and his dreamer's heart would carry him far upon the tide
Nothing would ever happen to make him stop believing, Nothing too great to breaker his lover's heart
Life might torment him, or lest he torment himself, The Man in the Clouds knew this one was different
He knew the dreamer before the endless one could discover himself
He decided to follow the boy, Watch the dreams unfold
He placed great care and faith in the dreamer, Yet he knew all roads the young one would take
He cast him upon the Earth to go forth, To make others as complete as he was looking for himself
To bring joy to hearts, songs to one's soul, The dreamer had a gargantuan task
To be all things dreams are made of, and to make them all come true
To find his own road to Happiness, but only after serving God's will
Run Endless Dreamer, carry on swiftly
I know the roads you take, I built them for you
Follow your Endless Heart, for it will carry you back to me
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
The Silent Moon
The moon watches all things in the night, its glow casts over the complete time of Earth
It neither judges, nor intercedes, just silently observes the events of history
Late this night, the Lunar glow observed the Dreamer and his new companion
It was obvious a communion had evolved, one sparked by intrigue
Wrapped up in the pure emotion of two hearts restlessly carried on evening's wind
The Moon is silent in it's gaze, and the dreamer barely notices the celestial body
Long ago he traveled by the light of the Moon, but never contemplated the records it kept
He assumed the Man in the Clouds he met, must live near there or perhaps even upon its milky surface
Yet, as the new lovers embraced under the luminescence of yonder moon, the light captured all
Another chapter to the story of the dreamer, another path altered by decisions made
That night she slept next to him. Both clothed from the weather, he held her head to his chest
The sleep they received was more restful than the dreamer had remembered in some time
The girl slept silently without dream, and lines in her face from life's misfortunes, seemed to soften
The morning would hold new questions, but they would not come from the Orbital Moon
It would be gone by then without a trace, as if it had not been there at all....
It neither judges, nor intercedes, just silently observes the events of history
Late this night, the Lunar glow observed the Dreamer and his new companion
It was obvious a communion had evolved, one sparked by intrigue
Wrapped up in the pure emotion of two hearts restlessly carried on evening's wind
The Moon is silent in it's gaze, and the dreamer barely notices the celestial body
Long ago he traveled by the light of the Moon, but never contemplated the records it kept
He assumed the Man in the Clouds he met, must live near there or perhaps even upon its milky surface
Yet, as the new lovers embraced under the luminescence of yonder moon, the light captured all
Another chapter to the story of the dreamer, another path altered by decisions made
That night she slept next to him. Both clothed from the weather, he held her head to his chest
The sleep they received was more restful than the dreamer had remembered in some time
The girl slept silently without dream, and lines in her face from life's misfortunes, seemed to soften
The morning would hold new questions, but they would not come from the Orbital Moon
It would be gone by then without a trace, as if it had not been there at all....
Monday, January 24, 2011
They stood in the rain
He spoke unto her swiftly and as he did, so did he empty his heart
All of the feelings inside, they found their escape into the rain tat began to fall
Sweet bliss it was for them to meet this way, in the whirlwind of their lives
Both waiting for a defining moment, with so much to give
Neither conceding ground for fear of rejection
Being let down one more time along life's path
The rain covered the earth and their hearts as they stared into each other's eyes
At this the dreamer smiled and called her to him
Arms wrapped over her shoulders, be began to reassure her
Urged her to cease her endless fighting and follow him
Would she forge this new path with him.......
All of the feelings inside, they found their escape into the rain tat began to fall
Sweet bliss it was for them to meet this way, in the whirlwind of their lives
Both waiting for a defining moment, with so much to give
Neither conceding ground for fear of rejection
Being let down one more time along life's path
The rain covered the earth and their hearts as they stared into each other's eyes
At this the dreamer smiled and called her to him
Arms wrapped over her shoulders, be began to reassure her
Urged her to cease her endless fighting and follow him
Would she forge this new path with him.......
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Sunday, January 23, 2011
Encounter upon the Path
The warmth of the day gave way to dusk, The shadows crept upon the evening
He grew weary, legs stiff from many the endless miles; He considered idly, if she was tired as well
Choosing a place off the path, his emotions crept back to reality. He felt her watching as he ate
In the shadows, time is funny, He was unsure of how long he was sitting when his mind wandered
Some years ago, He thought it was that long, The world had been a little kinder in those days
He had yet to forget who he was, He was wrapped immensely in the heart's embrace
A younger Dreamer with dreams undreampt, passion still folded, misery unsighted
He remembers how it felt to feel wholly with his heart, the beat of its patter when all was right
He flushed back to the present, lest he revisit the destruction and despair of the fractured memory
The berries along the path did little to quench his hunger and thirst
Months it seemed since a good hunt, or stream for fishing
As he lay still peering in to the stars, he heard movement along the edge of the horizon
She was yet watching, but ever closing the distance to him, Approaching with great zeal
The footsteps slowed upon the ground, She stopped just before becoming visible
His heart fluttered missed a beat, for when he looked up her silhouette was present
To behold her presence against the backdrop of the moon was unnerving
Her body's shape gave the outline of sheer sexuality and divine beauty, Of her face he could not see
The dreamer heard her whispers dancing upon the wind, The words carried to his ears the sweetest sound
Not responding he only listened, as she spoke of herself, softly and indirect
Just as she finished words, she moved to the edge of the moon's lumen, breathing all but stopped
The most beautiful presence smiled down at him, His face broke silence and beamed back at her
He all but began to speak, yet he forgot the words, They caught in his throat has he fumbled for perfection
Waiting patiently for his word, she abruptly sat, The dreamer cleared his throat searching for a breath
As he spoke intently, she listened. He spoke long into the night, telling her all things of which he knew.....
He grew weary, legs stiff from many the endless miles; He considered idly, if she was tired as well
Choosing a place off the path, his emotions crept back to reality. He felt her watching as he ate
In the shadows, time is funny, He was unsure of how long he was sitting when his mind wandered
Some years ago, He thought it was that long, The world had been a little kinder in those days
He had yet to forget who he was, He was wrapped immensely in the heart's embrace
A younger Dreamer with dreams undreampt, passion still folded, misery unsighted
He remembers how it felt to feel wholly with his heart, the beat of its patter when all was right
He flushed back to the present, lest he revisit the destruction and despair of the fractured memory
The berries along the path did little to quench his hunger and thirst
Months it seemed since a good hunt, or stream for fishing
As he lay still peering in to the stars, he heard movement along the edge of the horizon
She was yet watching, but ever closing the distance to him, Approaching with great zeal
The footsteps slowed upon the ground, She stopped just before becoming visible
His heart fluttered missed a beat, for when he looked up her silhouette was present
To behold her presence against the backdrop of the moon was unnerving
Her body's shape gave the outline of sheer sexuality and divine beauty, Of her face he could not see
The dreamer heard her whispers dancing upon the wind, The words carried to his ears the sweetest sound
Not responding he only listened, as she spoke of herself, softly and indirect
Just as she finished words, she moved to the edge of the moon's lumen, breathing all but stopped
The most beautiful presence smiled down at him, His face broke silence and beamed back at her
He all but began to speak, yet he forgot the words, They caught in his throat has he fumbled for perfection
Waiting patiently for his word, she abruptly sat, The dreamer cleared his throat searching for a breath
As he spoke intently, she listened. He spoke long into the night, telling her all things of which he knew.....
Saturday, January 22, 2011
New Beginning
He awoke with the morning dew resting upon his face
He rose to his feet wholly refreshed, a new day upon the path
There may yet come a day for him to find what he was searching for
His breakfast, meager hits the stomach, A meal of sorts and nothing more
Laces his boots to his trodden feet, paces on towards the rising morning sun
Abruptly at noon he feels someone watching, Lurking just out of view
She's been following for miles now, He felt her days before
What she wants and where she travels, he wants to know
This path was once his and unto his alone
He trudged it, pondering his past, Left alone in time's embrace
Feelings emergered as he wondered her purpose
Could she see his soul? The agony of his past defeats?
The dreamer was swept in a whirlwind of emotions
He was the man who knew no one
He barely knew of himself, and of that he had hated so
Self loathing had become him all these years,
It ticked away at his soul, made him less to look at
Now upon his new destiny, he longed for warmth again
Emotions of warmth, memories upon which to build
His fragmented dreams had shown him such happiness
His faith had promised him sweet bliss
Yet to find her here on the path, he felt wary, unsure
Later, after his evening meal, he would call to her
He would meet the one who followed him to gates unknown
But yet the day is yet early, and the dreamer walked on.......
He rose to his feet wholly refreshed, a new day upon the path
There may yet come a day for him to find what he was searching for
His breakfast, meager hits the stomach, A meal of sorts and nothing more
Laces his boots to his trodden feet, paces on towards the rising morning sun
Abruptly at noon he feels someone watching, Lurking just out of view
She's been following for miles now, He felt her days before
What she wants and where she travels, he wants to know
This path was once his and unto his alone
He trudged it, pondering his past, Left alone in time's embrace
Feelings emergered as he wondered her purpose
Could she see his soul? The agony of his past defeats?
The dreamer was swept in a whirlwind of emotions
He was the man who knew no one
He barely knew of himself, and of that he had hated so
Self loathing had become him all these years,
It ticked away at his soul, made him less to look at
Now upon his new destiny, he longed for warmth again
Emotions of warmth, memories upon which to build
His fragmented dreams had shown him such happiness
His faith had promised him sweet bliss
Yet to find her here on the path, he felt wary, unsure
Later, after his evening meal, he would call to her
He would meet the one who followed him to gates unknown
But yet the day is yet early, and the dreamer walked on.......
Friday, January 21, 2011
The Dreamer's Heart
I must tell you about the dreamer and his heart you know
Its been restless now for quite some time
Given it has and broke all to pieces
Now weary of love, he could writed you a thesis
Still a dreamer with a heart and soul
He abides by his dreams and the oceans ebb and flow
That one day yonder princess will set him free
That his love cast astray would be reeled back in
No more broken memories, No vain attempts at life
He carries his heart tight but hey may let you inside
If you possess what it takes, if you forge the pieces with glue
Oh what a wreck the dreamer once was
Hiding from the dreams that came into the night
No longer do they come, he has found his soul
Right where he left it, It was not very far
May Thou bless the dreamer with his anxious heart
Time passes swiftly, Dreams can come apart
By Grace's hand does he walk the path to set himself free
Onward through the dark to lovers' destiny
Its been restless now for quite some time
Given it has and broke all to pieces
Now weary of love, he could writed you a thesis
Still a dreamer with a heart and soul
He abides by his dreams and the oceans ebb and flow
That one day yonder princess will set him free
That his love cast astray would be reeled back in
No more broken memories, No vain attempts at life
He carries his heart tight but hey may let you inside
If you possess what it takes, if you forge the pieces with glue
Oh what a wreck the dreamer once was
Hiding from the dreams that came into the night
No longer do they come, he has found his soul
Right where he left it, It was not very far
May Thou bless the dreamer with his anxious heart
Time passes swiftly, Dreams can come apart
By Grace's hand does he walk the path to set himself free
Onward through the dark to lovers' destiny
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Thursday, January 20, 2011
The Road Came to A Y
Up in the distance the path appeared to split, A distinct gap in space and time
Many months before since he viewed the last one so he though
Or had he ever seen one at all, Time had a bizarre way of washing it all away
The Dreamer became certain there had been crossroads before, though he could not clearly remember
Such an apathetic pace he had kept, Not looking where he was headed, nor from where he had came
What made this road different, Why did it Shine? Was there life upon this path, or darkness like the present?
A decision he needed to make, or one he had made before, The choice would need to be chosen
It's walk would be final, no turning back. Surely if he turned later, this path he would not find
The perplexities of his path were all around his soul, Yet he still yearned for something more
Not much of a decision, Not much to give way, He coursed his steer hard left, and plodded further on
To destiny at it's leisure, and the tide of a heart's song, he focused on the new path's trail
Some time later, he turned back to look, there was no crossroads behind him, maybe there had never been......
Many months before since he viewed the last one so he though
Or had he ever seen one at all, Time had a bizarre way of washing it all away
The Dreamer became certain there had been crossroads before, though he could not clearly remember
Such an apathetic pace he had kept, Not looking where he was headed, nor from where he had came
What made this road different, Why did it Shine? Was there life upon this path, or darkness like the present?
A decision he needed to make, or one he had made before, The choice would need to be chosen
It's walk would be final, no turning back. Surely if he turned later, this path he would not find
The perplexities of his path were all around his soul, Yet he still yearned for something more
Not much of a decision, Not much to give way, He coursed his steer hard left, and plodded further on
To destiny at it's leisure, and the tide of a heart's song, he focused on the new path's trail
Some time later, he turned back to look, there was no crossroads behind him, maybe there had never been......
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Unveiling Shadows
He awakes to the bitter cold, strikes a match upon his weathered sole
A deep breath emerges, filled with acrid smoke
In the shadows he knows it waits, tribulation and unrest
He opens his sack, in it are the memories of his lonely travels
No man knows what he keeps inside, what he has kept to keep himself whole
Removing his pen, he writes down some thoughts, the wind blows upon his face as his thoughts wander
He faces what he cannot see, determined to strike it down, for he is void of fear, and anguish is a lost art
Knowing he must think and act quickly in shadows, for those he cannot see would have his heart
He begins to think of a time when all was well, Finding he cannot remember it too vividly
He returns to the path, the smoke has cleared, as he peers into yonder shadows
Unveiling an enemy there, he is sure to find, something unlike himself, yet all too familiar
As the sun rises, he counts his travels, he collects his thoughts, he knows the course of action
The path unfolds, and he rises to meet it, The heart of a dreamer knows all leaps and bounds
To get where he's going, he must walk resolutely down the path, spitting on adversity, biting the hand of fate....
A deep breath emerges, filled with acrid smoke
In the shadows he knows it waits, tribulation and unrest
He opens his sack, in it are the memories of his lonely travels
No man knows what he keeps inside, what he has kept to keep himself whole
Removing his pen, he writes down some thoughts, the wind blows upon his face as his thoughts wander
He faces what he cannot see, determined to strike it down, for he is void of fear, and anguish is a lost art
Knowing he must think and act quickly in shadows, for those he cannot see would have his heart
He begins to think of a time when all was well, Finding he cannot remember it too vividly
He returns to the path, the smoke has cleared, as he peers into yonder shadows
Unveiling an enemy there, he is sure to find, something unlike himself, yet all too familiar
As the sun rises, he counts his travels, he collects his thoughts, he knows the course of action
The path unfolds, and he rises to meet it, The heart of a dreamer knows all leaps and bounds
To get where he's going, he must walk resolutely down the path, spitting on adversity, biting the hand of fate....
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Many Miles
The man had been walking many miles through many suns, many moons, when abruptly he stopped. He looked down at his dust covered boots, then turned and looked back at the path behind in the distance. He realized wearily that he had forgotten how long he had been walking or where he came from. This life had brought him through many trials, many deaths, and yet he was still here. He realizes now that he was made to continue his path, but a new idea surfaced. Where is it from which he came? What made him who he was, and who was he to become. The path of the dreamer had been arduous and long until now, and he was quite sure it was to get longer. His weary feet and dust beaten brow showed the spoils of his path. He began his journey long ago as a small child trying to become a man. Somewhere along the way he became a man, if only lost. The man he became betrayed the child yet he never lost sight of those lucid dreams. He walks his path in search of those endless joys yet to come. The Man in the Clouds had spoke of them, so it must be so. Taking in a deep dusty breath, he continued his path onward, in search of what was to be. The path crept into yonder sunset as the dreamer whistled a tune........
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