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Fall

Months have come and went,

time left and spent.

Moments of eternity and bliss,

here now to witness.

A blink as blue skies,

turn grey in old eyes.

Bells have began their knell,

and leaves have all but fell.

Hold on,

cold song,

I long to live.

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Oh.

The wind blows

where does it go

nobody can know.

The river’s flow

topples like dominoes

through the meadow.

Out the window

of the small chateau

grows

an old willow.

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The Soloist

The soloist closes their eyes and leans in to play their instrument,

an intertwined movement as the musician and their tool becomes one.

An ever so subtle look of one who loves to that which is intimate,

knowing the bond that is formed now may never be undone.

The dance is bittersweet as the moment has already began to fade,

a beautiful sight with the undertones of a melancholic symphony.

Even though the house lights stayed a lit and the music swayed

the musician could see the end coming of this moment so vividly.

This temporary music spreads out into infinity,

where all is left is the memories.

Notes and undertones that almost approach divinity,

where all is left is the reveries.

The house lights went out, the musician left gasping for air.

Every delicate sensation overwhelmed but they didn’t care.

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Images

Images we carefully hang on the wall

hung carefully so it might not fall.

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Stars

Ripples of water, reflections of the night sky

and inflections of why, words came but all authors’

pens dried and faltered, moments of the divine

lost to the sacrilege of time, senses came but altered.

Darkness came and surrounded,

confusion came and confounded,

as deep as valleys, as tall as mountains,

heartbeat in chest pounded.

Little lamp lead the way, the end is not today.

Tomorrow will come and stay, so do what I must to stay

a lit by this gentle flame, as all of will not be in vane.

I said aloud in a moment of panic to stay sane.

But time came and the light did not falter,

faith grew in this little, little light of mine,

and it grew to shine without any signs of alter.

Hope flickered as the flame stayed a lit on the twine.

Alone and afraid, frayed rope dwindling

burning as vibrant kindling, however closer did it fade

luckily in the darkness laid, countless stars swindling.

My heart rejoices as I have made it to the rekindling.

No longer alone, no longer afraid

pulse dropped, pounding laid to rest

the stars came and a lit my flame

I need to thank them all by name.

As I laid staring up at the stars,

feeling so small and alone on Mars,

I forgot all of the people who have came

who shared their flame and allowed me to share my flame.

I hope I can keep being your flame,

and a piece of yours mine.

Days will be dark and dreary,

but glow on and glow forth into the night.

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Blackbird

Blackbird sitting on the windowsill,

out of the cage and still not knowing.

Trying to think of flying or staying still,

as not wanting to stay but no point in flying.

Blackbird looking out to the ground outside,

seeing other birds flying up, up and away.

Dreaming of a chance to break free and soar in the skies,

being grounded by the thought that today is not the day.

Today is not the day to fly,

fly with the pain of everything associated with departure.

Today is not the day to say goodbye,

goodbye to all the bad and the good whichever is harder.

Blackbird looking out the window and just hopin’,

without realizing the window was open.

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Shadows

Shadows span the entirety of Shikoku line.

Shadows of men and women,

hustling to and from work to punch their final card.

Shadows of children and grandparents,

ending both days beginning and days well spent.

Shadows of lovers and loved ones,

holding each other tightly at the world’s end.

Each shadow told a story,

of the day when the sun set in the east.

Each shadow was cast long and the thin,

as the sun went down over the sea side.

Each shadow never faded,

even as the day grew so shaded.

Some say at night you can watch the shadows,

as they dance and move with delight.

Each shadow goes and lives its own life,

waiting for their stop to come,

and for the train to take them away.

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Certainty

Life is uncertain

Time come and goes,
where no one knows.
It goes as surely as wind blows,
and rivers flow.

We can grasp tightly,
Or we can just let go.
The day will always end nightly,
as the moon sets real low.

Uncertainty is the name of game,
so don’t try to make your life tame.
Because as the end of the day it’ll drive you insane,
so don’t try to stick within your lane.

Love your life,
even through hardship and strife.
As you don’t get another one,
so honor your own and respect other’s one
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Pocketful of Posies

To play and have a wonderful day.

Childhood came and went away.

Days of hurt, days of wonderful play.

 

Like we all stand on a merry go round,

going round and round,

Still searching for what we already found.

No secret paradise away from our searching pair of eyes.

 

Through our rose tinted glasses,

we looked and searched through the masses.

Forward we looked, backwards we looked.

But what happened upon us:

 

Today.

Not yesterday, not tomorrow.

Not looking for a past or future to borrow.

Yet in this there is no sorrow.

 

Your past self self believes in you,

your future self awaits you.

 

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Revolution

At a time of peace we forget,

forget time and time again.

Of how hard it was to obtain,

this fragile little piece of time.

The time after guns were honed,

after the knives were sharpened.

To inflict the most damage possible,

to fight through every obstacle.

Sons and daughters were separated from mothers.

Brothers killed brothers, sisters killed sisters.

Countrymen and countrywomen were torn from their countries.

Citizens killed foreigners, foreigners killed citizens.

We forget, we forget, we forget.

We don’t just stand where those fighters were,

we stand above them, on the shoulders of giants.

Those who fought against tyranny,

those who fought against oppression,

those who fought against darkness.

As a world it never seemed like we got to grieve.

Not for those who were lost on our own sides,

but in the chance of sounding young and naive

to grieve together for those who fought for us.

Grandparents fought for their grandchildren.

Parents fought for their children.

Children fought for those who couldn’t protect themselves.

Whether they know it or not they fought for us.