True Eyes

Through mist; shadows walk
Clarity vanished long ago
Flickering screens; tired eyes
Seeing only what they allow

Truth has been discouraged
Eyes forward; silence is golden
Speak only when spoken to
The words they want to hear

True Eyes watch the madness
Actions without consciousness
Repeating all the words of old
Failure then will never work now

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Whispers Upon The Wind

The softest voice
Brings a smile to my face
Secrets are shared
In this holiest place

Boughs creak and sway
Reaching out to me
Listening to what they say
Whispers of what will be

We talk of seasons past
Of those yet to come
Of things that will last
And where we are from

But the day grows long
So I must take my leave
While they whisper a song
To the story they weave

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Not Special

Hurry up it is time to grow old
Hurry up before your blood runs cold
Not one of us was ever meant to stay
But I suppose we will all find out one day

So it will never matter if you win first place
We were never built to run it like a race
So many ways show we are all the same
Wasting; waiting for fifteen minutes of fame

Life is not for the faint of heart
I’m not trying to tear anyone apart
But not one of us is all that special
And I’m not trying to sound ineffectual

If you take it down a notch, let me explain
That on this earth we are all the same
Filled with pride, and we’re condescending
I won’t hold my breath for some happy ending

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Rising

Out of the black, into blue
Feel the rain as we move into
Blackened skies, where we roam
Bending trees and lifting stones

Take a bow, take the leap
Collide upon the growing heap
Chaos rises as we near
Soon no sounds are left to hear

Out of the blue, into the black
See the stars beyond the crack
Rising see no one is alone
Above the trees and ashen bones

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Once

It was a place of Magik
A place we came from
Before we understood
When we had only begun

Before once upon a time
Became the here and now
Where boundaries abound
Through this life we plow

Innocence once reigned
But it is taken from us
By what they teach
With greed and lust

Many things lost forever
Never to be regained
Staring at a starry sky
From the little that remains

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Can I Be?

Can I be the one I was meant to be
True of heart with the clarity to see
Can I stand for everything that’s good
Or will I fall as those who have stood

Can I be strong when weakness calls
Can I be wise when all around chaos falls
Will I choose what I will become
Or will I bend before my time is done

Can I be a light on the darkest night
Can I be everything I thought I might
Time will tell what may be true
But I will always be there for you

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Some Days

Some days are perfect
In all their imperfection
Being what is meant to be
Flowing without direction

Riding on the ripples
No resistance at all
Riding where it takes us
Just heeding life’s call

Living is in the balance
Becoming, as we make it
Always having the choice
Flames to snuff or keep lit

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Walk With Me

Shadow walk behind me
Always keeping pace
Especially on sunny days
Bright sun on my face

Growing long in ending day
Where I end and you begin
Blurrs into one and the same
Becoming a single point in time

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Inside

The words are whispered
So no one is able to hear
“I am tired” not meant
For anyone’s ear’s

So we plod on
In a world we live
Amongst many others
With little left to give

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Mirrors

Can you see my eyes
I am who you were
You seem so surprised

The gradual change
So hard to see
As you were becoming
What I came to be

Years were so long
But still they passed
And now I stand looking
In this faded glass

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