Symbolic Sorrow
Current mood: nostalgic
Category: Writing and Poetry

Written 1988

Reconciliation.

Is it an aberration?

There is no refuge behind the shield of pride,

Of courtesy belied.

Of sacramental drops of blood wrested

From a sacrificial vein of thought -

A disconcerted noise.

Of tears that run dry as sand,

Touched by the weight of a parting hand.

Of hearts that shrivel on command,

Of words that leap into empty spaces and collapse.

Of twisted paths that lead to desolation and beyond.

Of beckoning hopes that grace an unarrayed horizon and

Undergo transmutation into lesser stars.

There is no relief

In the arms of silent grief,

No shelter so unsound

As human nature run aground.

Meditation's compensation

Rests in unarmed confrontation.

Of losses felt,

Of gains renewed,

Of reconciliation misconstrued.

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The Golden Truth
Current mood: pensive
Category: Writing and Poetry

My Muse went wandering

And never returned.

So my soul was empty

And my heart merely yearned

For the golden Truth

Of the Ages.

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Ingress Feast
Current mood: Apprehensive
Category: Apprehensive Writing and Poetry

Birds of prey

Come my way

Seeking to devour

Brandishing their power

Immobilized

Traumatized

Hypnotized

I stare into the eyes

Of birds from

Dangerous skies.

Written July 4, 2006

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Carolyn
Current mood: creative
Category: Writing and Poetry

On the threshold of maturity

She stands, quavering.

The mysteries of it mean bewilderment;

She thinks, she feels;

But all the meanings thereof

She cannot understand.

The pounding of her heart,

The breathing of her soul,

They tell her,

But the sound of their voice

Is stopped by the wall of youth.

Note: This was written for a special friend when I was fifteen.

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Reconstitutionality
Current mood: pensive
Category: Writing and Poetry

When does the past

Become the present

And the future

Become today?

Mischievous Time

Merry havoc will play.

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The Spectral Past
Current mood: contemplative

I find myself haunted by the past at times and it often pervades my dreams.

It's easy to acquire forebodings and hard to evade the pitfalls of guilt and remorse even with full knowledge that the past is dead and irrevocable.

My specters hover in the unconscious but with my waking thoughts I release them and turn decisively to the here and now, which is sometimes even more spectral but never quite as grim.

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