V*S
Current mood: cold
Category: Writing and Poetry

The Razor Edge………………...

The universe in constant flux

Changes

The Wheel of Fate

Rolls

From its apex

To its depths

The tides of the ocean

Ebb and flow

With the coming and going

Of the moon

Pulling emotion

To and fro

The rock to which I cling

Saving my fall

Into the Abyss of Darkness

Lets go of the cliff

And I plunge

Into the depths

Such is the fate of Fate

Such is the danger

Of Hope

And its razor edge

Cutting deep and clean

On which side of the blade

Will you fall?

Stormy Path.............

Lightening splits the night sky

As the wind howls

Like the Hounds of Hell

The roll of the thunder

Roars in my ears

As the rain beats down

In a stinging torrent

I struggle not to fall

From my high and narrow path

Thin and sharp

As the Razors Edge

It runs before me

With each step I take

The step behind me crumbles to dust

There is no turning back……

On one side is a great and dark Abyss

The Hell of Loneliness

And Despair

From its depths

I hear the whispers

Of the tortured souls

Forever bound there

The other side

Is like trying to look down

Through thick clouds

From the top of a mountain

Not knowing what lies below

Where formless shapes

Whisper unknown words

The path ahead is dimmed

By a thick

And swirling fog

Is that a faint voice

That calls me onward?

Or just the wind?

Is that a glimpse

Of occasional light I see

Flitting through the mist?

Or the tricks

Of fairy lights

Luring me

To nothing………….

I must weather the storm

And stay the Path

'Tis the only way

To Know.

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I HAVE found you............
Current mood: calm
Category: Writing and Poetry

A distant voice..............

A whisper from across the seas

Carried by a wind of hope

It speaks to me………..

Warming my heart

And touching my soul

It paints an image

In my mind

Beauty opens before me

Like the petals of a rose

The longing in my heart

As my mind gazes

Into the depths

Of those sparkling eyes

Consumes me

My darling

My Love

My Life

I WILL find you

I WILL take your hand

In mine

And we will walk life's path

Together…..

You

You are special, indeed

You have reached

Below the surface

And grasp the heart

You have looked

Into the secret chamber

And beheld a hell

Without fear

Walking through flames

To take a hand

And pull them to you

Looked into the eye of death

Without fear

Touched its face

And calmed the tortured soul

mrc

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Snatched Away
Current mood: numb

Hope.......

Dangling

So near

I can almost touch it……...

I open my hand

And reach forward

And it is snatched away

Again……..

Fresh pain

From an old wound

Stab

To the heart

Anew

Smile as I die

Another death

Mrc 8/27/08

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The Three...........
Current mood: lonely
Category: Writing and Poetry

There are three.

They are so different. They are each known by many – but few know all three and the secret that they keep.

 

One is happy. Quick to laugh. Quick to smile. His blue eyes dance and sparkle and he is loved by all. He is giving and kind. Thoughtful. Those who meet him like him and do not forget him.

Two is different. He is quiet and reflective – never saying too much but able to sit and converse with all no matter what the subject. The smile has to be coaxed from this one, but it is there. This one takes longer to get to know. His gray-blue eyes show deep thought and contemplation. A look into these eyes may tell you that his mind is busy far, far away.

Three. Three is danger. The cold gray eyes and stern face show this danger. This one knows no fear. This one knows no feeling. The other two die in his presence. He has known and seen death and has no use for weakness. One look into his eyes and they turn away.

They are all different

They are all one

They are all me.

The single spirit that is the core of the three sits atop the delicate point of a black tower with three sloping sides. Each of the three faces of the tower represents one of the three. The faintest wind can altar the delicate balance of the core and send it down one of the faces. Which face? Which wind will blow? None know. The wind constantly changes.

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Prisoner.............
Current mood: quiet
Category: Writing and Poetry

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Fortress of the Heart
Current mood: sad
Category: Writing and Poetry

The solitary warrior stands alone

A prisoner of himself

He defends his impenetrable fortress

The Sword of Orion

On his back

A warning for all

And a constant reminder for him

The walls of his fortress

Stand strong and true

Built stone by stone

By years of pain and abuse

Tempered and hardened

By loss

And stained

With broken promises

At times he lets himself be seen

Glimpses from the turrets

As he brandishes his bow

Firing his arrows of sorrow

To find the hearts

Of those who seek to save him

Should they wander too near

No more passion for battle

On the fields of sorrow

In the fruitless quest

For truth and love

Resides in his soul

He is……..

Empty

Thus he will defend his fortress

Slaying any Hope

That comes near

And shall only be defeated

By time

And loneliness.

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A Beer, a Bible and a Gun...........
Current mood: cold
Category: Writing and Poetry

When I realized what lay in front of me today, a wry smile crossed my face at the irony. There were three things – a beer, a bible and a gun. The bible was opened to Revelations. It was my grandfathers. Burdette Fisher Rainwater. Cherokee. He read it often, and I read it from time to time as well. I also have the pocket one that he kept with him through Northern Africa (Rommel) and the invasion of Southern France and subsequent "liberation". Four years. Four years of not seeing his family and his baby girl. The beer was a Coors Light. Good stuff. I don't believe that the frost brew liner thing helps, but what the hell. I also don't need it to turn blue to determine if it is cold. The gun is a Glock 40 caliber – hi capacity. Sweet. Holds 15 rounds and my shoulder holster carries an extra clip. Laser sights. Kinda like my friend/traveling companion. We get along real well. Don't leave home without it. Anyway, I thought to myself "that pretty much explains your life"……..twisted and mixed. Oh, well. I think I'll have another beer and read some more of Revelations. The gun will keep me company………gets awfully lonely here.....................

Mrc5/21/08

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The Man That You Knew...........
Current mood: cold
Category: Writing and Poetry

The man that you knew

No longer exists……….

The man that was

Is no more

I remember him

Though he is but a vague memory

Of days gone by

I remember his smile

When he saw the light

In the east

A faint wind

Whispered across the water

With a promise of hope

Each day he waited

For his heart to be warmed

By the dawn of a new beginning

But the days passed by

Again and again

And at each days  end

Still he stood alone

The light of hope dimmed

And faded into blackness

Of forever night

Emptiness filled him

As a chill stole his heart

He is now but a shadow

That walks the lonely shore

Of the Lake of Despair

A broken spirit

With a shattered soul

The man that you knew

Is no more

The man that you knew

Is dead

Mrc5/20/2008

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Satisfaction............
Current mood: quiet
Category: Writing and Poetry

Sweat pours

Muscles ache

Long deep strokes

Drive me forward

Splashes of wetness

Cooling on hot skin

Deep breaths

Come closer and closer together

And my heart pumps

As I push myself

Harder…….

Faster……..

I will not stop

Until I'm satisfied……………

I had the kayak out yesterday…………

Mrc5/18/2008

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Silent Watcher - repost
Current mood: cold
Category: Writing and Poetry

Your eyes dart nervously

Side to side

As you walk the lonely street

You sense a presence

But you can not see me

As I follow you

A shadow among the shadows

Even at this distance

I can smell the fear

That oozes from your mind

Your steps quicken

As your angst heightens

The wolf is on the hunt

And these dark, dank streets

Are MY hunting grounds

There will be no escape

I quicken my pace

I will be at the place of ambush

Before you

I must………….

My blood runs hot

Excitement

For the time is near

My prey is at hand

Unworldly stealth

Offers no warning

A faint, muffled cry

Touches your ears

Hot blood on my hands

And spreading in the alley

More vermin

Exterminated

You reach your car

And your world of safety

Never knowing

Your silent watcher

Has saved you again.

Mrc 11/30/2006

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