When Words Cease

Something is different
Something has changed
Realization; the quiet
No thought or rabble
A clarity so perfect
Nothing to be rearranged

Once it is noticed
It seems to fade away
Nothing to be held
Nothing to be sought
A background to all
No one to see anyway

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Wake Up

A sudden glitch as I fell asleep
Into a world I was airborne
Beginning to fall to the ground
In the midst of a raging storm

Knowing I will be just fine
Riding winds, wings spread
Rising to dance on clouds
No fear of what lies ahead

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Into The Wall


Only curtains remain to fall
Broken words make no sound
Falling as they kiss the ground
Living, backs against the wall

Senses now bow and break
When everything is falling down
Smiles that mask the frown
Through every turn we make

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Dark Beauty

There is beauty in the darkness
A lack of sound; nothing to see
No guidance of poetic thought
Only the purest form of clarity

Words form on pageless pages
Awaiting to see if they are born
Searching for the light of day
And not just fade in the morn

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Just A Writer

He lives inside his head
Worlds once only imagined
Through words he has said
Life is given to the pageant

The journey is given
So others maybe see
A new point of view
Of what a life can be

Everyone has a story
One that needs telling
On keyboard or in ink
Inside it is always dwelling

Write it down, tell the tale
Before it begins to fade
Releasing the demons
In silence that are made

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A Feeling

The feeling something is missing
That last turn along the road
The hesitation and yearning
Memories of the stories told

Feeling destined for other things
Yet no idea what they are
So you question everything
Before you have gone too far

Exactly where you find yourself
Is where you are meant to be
Becoming aware, then to know
There never was a path to see

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On The Horizon

The event horizon breaches
Sunlight washing a world
Upon crystalline field’s
Frosted diamonds shine

The point of no return
As the new day breaks
For all to see; few do
The eternal cares not

One world of many, alone
Le point verge, of this one
Never to be denied or lost
Observing the point of all

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Welcome To The Edge

This is where it all comes down
The pressure rises in my veins
Where everything is real
Where everything is beautiful

Would you say everything is alright
Would you trade this life?
A random roll to lock it in
Light or dark bleak or colored

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The Verge Of Sanity

Some might say it is a break
Others may call it a boundary
One we are forbidden to cross

Between the ‘normal’ world
To a place filled with unknowns
Where sanity is free to roam

Once it has been experienced
There is little reason to return
Not knowing the side or the loss

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Crashed

I just crashed into the night sky
Watching the moon as it flew by

I just fell into the ocean deep
In buried secrets meant to keep

The storm between, knowing all
Yet I know nothing as I fall

The landing is harder that we face
As we are destined to this place

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