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silentpoet
Casting Shadows - Subscribe
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I am at the ledge, I have a choice, Will it be life or Death? Each path calls with it's own voice, taunting right and left. I see the light, casting shadows, my decision still unmade Do I take the road less travelled or dare i risk the shame? Trust is earned by unspoken words, but quickly seen as fake All my problems quickly sovled, my resolve about to break I know the road, which I deny I know the truth, which I ignore I know the number, but i'm to shy I know the way, rest assured An ocean of emotion swallows me whole Fingers losing grip, i'm losing control Treading on thin air, I begin my descent From the bottom of my soul begins my lament Glimpses of light just blind my eyes I chase after knowledge, ignoring the wise I delay my choice, it's taking it's toll What once was pure, darkens to coal. |
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silentpoet
Motives Oct 17th, 2006 1:33:27 am - Subscribe
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Motives Outward inspections miss inward reflections Spiritual infections and mental dissections Hope fades to complacency and complacency to doubt Feeling overwhelmed, I lost in a rout. What reason to persist? What motive to persevere? Knowledge of God? Respect reverence or fear? Head full of knowledge, hear devoid of truth Subtly fooled by a spiritual ruse. One of the chosen or one of the damned, There’s no dictionary to define who I am. Internal confliction causes Eternal decay I find my path straight wide and paved The author of my destruction, waive my right to a jury, Accepting my judgment, preparing my soul to be buried The truth is out there, beyond the limits of my pain Freedom mocks me, sitting outside the reach of these chains The thought of peace is diluted by confusion, The concept of peace, corrupted by intrusion Hope for the hopeless is there some left for me? Love for the loveless, I hear that it’s free. |
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silentpoet
A heart to heart Oct 28th, 2006 1:53:26 am - Subscribe
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I told my heart today to play it safe and keep away from dangerous alleys and memory lane Alas it was not to be, as i thought of her by five to three, I caught my heart's attention, and called it back in line, pouting it returned as if the fault were mine I put my heart upon the shelf, but it fell upon my sleeve and splashed it's way in my thoughts and turned my hopes to dreams I found a box with several locks and put my heart inside, but soon it claimed it would behave and in silence would reside no later than the final word I found myself decieved my heart did not return in silence, but reminded me of she I fought back with thoughts of work, but found my fight was weak For literary classics, their opposition meek. As many marvels as shakespear wove, the rug stayed beneath my feet, As delightful as stories are, their presence i do not seek Truly treasures, both new and old, their history above disdain, but against her beauty within, could they truly hope to tame? So, a heart to heart with my heart to start, a comprise be made, if it can give me a fighting chance, my feelings i'll conceed ................................................................... |