There are times when writing feels more like art and poetry is a song for the soul.
We were Gods. Our light traveled without boundaries or binds, Through infinite dimensions and galaxies beyond our current comprehension. We were Gods. We shaped time and space like blunt tools, Knowing all, seeing all, being part of the collective peace now foreign, now coveted. We were Gods. Ever-expanding in knowledge and reason. But to know […]
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He stood atop his golden stage and screamed to those below. The people bowed and praised his form but it was all a show. He demanded their affection, and basked in every prayer, But underneath the singing praise, none of them could care. He wanted more to love him; he demanded every heart, But his […]
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The following is my submission for the How Well: Creative Challenge. *Medium Members can view it here. In youth we learn success means more, judged by the collections we amass. Always searching for the open door, never seeing the half-full glass. What matters most is time well spent in the warm embrace of those we love. […]
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Hello stairs, my nemesis. I recognize that the creaking and popping I hear is not the protestation of your weathered planks, but of my own ageing bones. I lumber to the top, leading all the way with my stronger leg. Slow and steady wins the race. Yesterday I bent to put on a sock and […]
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“Fly above the storm”, Eagle whispered in my ear. “Soar above the anger, rise against the fear”. He tucked me in the safety of a great, extended wing, He sheltered me from sorrow; he taught me how to sing. He settled me to rest atop a mountain high, and told me wondrous stories of the […]
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Little soup pot, short and wide, What memories are found inside. A recipe from grandma’s book, When, as a child, I learned to cook. Little Soup pot, chipped and worn, When family merged and love was born. Happiness was just the start, And in that pot I found my heart. Little soup pot, […]
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Little child, so far from home What do you seek out there while you roam? Your heart has been broken, your dreams have all died The ache in your soul you try so hard to hide Listen child, for I’ve felt your pain I know of the anger you fight to restrain Despair is a […]
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My weary mind passed through into another world, another time. The visions that enchanted me were morose, but yet sublime. Through forests deep and intricate my aching heart could roam, and silent whispers called to me and told me I was home It seems I walked for ages, when I saw a wondrous sight, and […]
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A fate of a twisted moon beyond becomes a love’s dedication song to weld the soul’s brittle bond. To see how harsh winter’s wind still blows a distance traveled desert rose come to cease my adverse prose. Row upon row of anguished hearts a battle to find true love imparts to vanquish pain’s dramatic arts. […]
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