Through The Cracked Window (Revisited)
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My smile was taken
a long time ago
others still had their’s
why mine had gone
I really did not know
Reflections mocked
this sad sullen frown
staring back at me
laughing with no smile
the saddest boy in town
Once I understood
It was only the past
I learned to let it go
the burden now gone
and could smile at last
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It exists beneath the world we know
A breath away, a shadow ignored
A reality always living and breathing
Dare to peel back the shallow skin
Discover a door, a forgotten pathway
Down to the foreboding dark within
We all know the hidden ring is there
We go on living pretending we forgot
Keeping our gaze fixed, eyes upward
Always looking ahead to the future
We want, and need, to see success
Once opened, the passage is one way
The depths of despair become a comfort
Looking downward gives power, control
From the bottom, an insurmountable climb
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Places I have lived
Journals, small scraps
All I have left to give
In empty cupboards
Vacant barren shelves
Gifts to be discovered
Those who venture
Through vacant doors
On a new adventure
The past was never mine
I share stories with you
Some deep, some kind
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Feral roses in all hue’s
on a broken stone wall
clinging vines of colour
the way that I recall
Summer days at twelve years old
held in times embrace
climb the weeping willow tree
ever the eternal scapegrace
In fields of buttered flowers
for hours I watched the sky
billowed clouds, so many shapes
just because; never asking why
Autumn now fades to winter
lace crystal snowflakes fly
memories held within my heart
left but never saying goodbye
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Mistletoe on Oak doth grow
Ancient mist in timeless grove
Earth voice rise in melodic chant
Soul and heart entwined in dance
Wisdom borne of ancient times
Nature’s balance in truth divine
Lugh Lámhfada’s path well defined
Druids’ song passed down through time
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Lugh Lámhfada explanation:
Beginning to finally see clearly
Surface and layers peeling away
Each in turn a memory remembered
Forgotten, now re-emerging fresh and new
Familiar yet somehow changed
By light tempered through time
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What filthy hole did you crawl from?
maggot riddled spawn of past bodies laid to rest
coward, in dreams you slink upon me now
dredging excrement from where I have come.
Demons of pasts refuse to sleep
torment a mind with insatiable force
the dead will just not stay buried
I pray some lord my soul to keep
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There was a tree
A long time ago
Where I sat
And I promised
I would return
For just that
Worlds and miles
Gone in between
Now I go
To the beginning
After so long
To sit below
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Volumes of notes and journals
Diaries left across the world
Cryptic verses and prose
Splinters of a broken man
Purging the disease of time
Tucked into hidden places
And forgotten bookcases
Cyphers to be cracked
I wish life were simple
But once the veil is parted
There is no forgetting
No ever going back
You bleed to feel alive
When everything you are
Is just everything you did
At least you have never hid
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Hours pass, days, years
Yet I am here
Still here
Always here, apparently
This time, this place
One and the same
Here and now
Always inseparable, apparently
Every memory, a present thought
Future hope, the same
Yet here I remain
Always here and now, apparently
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Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 