Wasting Away
Walking along the dark path edge,
Emotions full, creating their wedge
Carving a hole, deep from within
Full of resentment, aching with sin.
Hatred heavy, lies on my soul
Deceit closes in, taking its toll
Pain and suffering, wasting away
Darkness abounds, I have no say.
What I've become, a hard empty shell
Deeper and deeper my life living hell
Swallowed bitterness, churning inside
My spirit undone, yet quiet it hides.
Black stony silence, harshly it stares
Looking so boldly, in anger it glares
Earth's dank pit, holds nothing but death
Memories in ashes, nothing is left.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Wasting Away
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Tuesday, January 29, 2008
The Brink of Insanity!
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Thursday, January 24, 2008
Unbroken Pain
Silence, an unbroken span of quiet,
Emotions on edge, the very brink of riot,
My feelings screaming to be heard,
Yet my mouth, speaking no word.
Do you hear my thoughts, left unsaid?
The voices that tumble around in my head?
Careening along, faster and faster they go,
My face a mask, no emotions will show.
My spirit is dying, tired, broken, un-whole,
Weeping skies above, clouds crash and unfold.
Darkness entreats, it beckons, softly it calls,
Invading and cold, thick blackness falls.
Lying alone, I grow still, in shuttered light,
No longer of interest, your bold new fight,
Raising eyes to the stars, heavens appears,
The song of the night, piercing it sears.
The grayness slinks in, a mist in the night,
Touching all it nears, leaving its blight,
Consuming, it takes the essence of me,
Left as a shell, for those who can see.
Happy thoughts pass, remember a name,
Follows the arrow to carry your shame,
No blame, no pain, no worries, no cares,
Unburdened and cleansed, my soul laid bare.
No more hurt, no more despair,
Deep wounds healed now in repair
The silence is broken, voices now dare,
Loves one true secret, no one will share.
By Christy Henderson
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Thursday, January 17, 2008
A Moment of Truth
Truth NOUN
1) Conformity to fact or actuality.
2) A statement proven to be or accepted as true.
3) Sincerity; integrity.
4) Fidelity to an original or standard.
5)
a. Reality; actuality.
b. often Truth That which is considered to be the supreme reality and to have the ultimate meaning and value of existence.
Oh the horrors of Reality TV - A recent commercial touting the latest to join the ranks of annoyingly stupid shows called "Moment of Truth"... ah yes, nothing like being strapped to a lie detector and forced to air every bit of dirty laundry you could possibly have! What are these people thinking? And who, in their right mind, would agree to participate!
But really, is telling the truth all it's cracked up to be? We all tell the occasional "white lie" - 'no those pants don't make you look fat' to telling really big whoppers of lies 'no officer, I haven't been drinking'... so is the truth always better? Are there things that we should never lie about? Are there things that are okay to lie about - like our age or weight? What do you think? Are some lies okay and others not? What defines the difference for you? I guess I believe in, for the most part, telling the truth... throwing in the infrequent white lie now and then. (as long as it's not hurting anyone, right!?) Interesting...
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Thursday, January 10, 2008
Poem
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Story Time
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Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Ah, Beloved Love
A POET TO HIS BELOVED
by: William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)
BRING you with reverent hands
The books of my numberless dreams,
White woman that passion has worn
As the tide wears the dove-grey sands,
And with heart more old than the horn
That is brimmed from the pale fire of time:
White woman with numberless dreams,
I bring you my passionate rhyme
THE SORROW OF LOVE
by: W.B. Yeats
HE quarrel of the sparrows in the eaves,
The full round moon and the star-laden sky,
And the loud song of the ever-singing leaves,
Had hid away earth's old and weary cry.
And then you came with those red mournful lips,
And with you came the whole of the world's tears,
And all the sorrows of her labouring ships,
And all the burden of her myriad years.
And now the sparrows warring in the eaves,
The curd-pale moon, the white stars in the sky,
And the loud chaunting of the unquiet leaves
Are shaken with earth's old and weary cry.
Have you ever read something that struck a chord within your heart? I've been trying to find a bit of stress relief and have discovered poetry. Some of the poems that I've read, I really enjoyed and others, perplex me. I guess one of the joys of poetry is the discovery of what means something to you, and, as I am finding, it is definitely a learning experience and journey to savor...
I like both of the poems above - for different and many reasons. Both are poems of love - yet are very different. Was Yeats speaking of his true love, his love of country, or something mysterious that those reading cannot imagine? The more I read, the more questions I have... but best of all, I learn.
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