Reflections
IV
It's
not so much the need
But
the wanting
that
can't or won't
Just
let you be
So,trapped
in silence
you
spin free
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See
you standing,
so
empty and insane.
Remembering
what we said
as
we stood, alone in the rain.
The
words we spoke that day
echo
gently in my mind.
reminding
me of how I felt;
making
me wonder, why or how?
We
are now so far apart
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A
spirit sleeping overlong may
not
upon awakening have knowledge
of
it's past. It may not even be
aware
that it has slept. So be gentle
with
your newly awakened spirit. Treat
it
as a newborn child.
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Who
wants?
Who
wants what?
Nothing
and no one
wants
or wills
these
moments.
Empty
, unused
hollowly
echoing
moments.
Who
wants?
I
want;
Nothing
and no one.
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Blond
wrapt
in
sunlight,
Draped
in blue.
Who
are you?
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Idleness
breathes,
dull
moments begin.
Transitional
shapes
without
coherent form.
Idleness
breeds,
want
feeds,
unspoken,
unwanted
needs.
Dissolutely
bringing,
muddled,
idefinable
conclusions.
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Cynical
aand biting
Sad
so sad
Where's
all the happy
Why
don't you share
More
of the glad
For
if it be but memories
It's
oh so nice to smile
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All
the self abuse
Feigned
or real
Has
distanced me
Taken
away the world
Of
which I was a part
Set
it somewhere other
along
with my heart
For
one was broken
While
the other
Lacked
an important
Reciprocal
part
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Granite
though older
Can't
possibly be
Any
harder or colder
Than
the edge to
The
feeling which
Is
now gripping my core
Heart
and soul are parted
A
rivers width or more
Another
day like this an the
Gap
will be shore to shore
Then
maybe it will be too big
For
myself or anyone else
To
continue to ignore
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Like
a bright green
silken scarf
Touched
by the sun
left too long
Beneath
the wind and rain
my
world
has
changed
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In
the silence
When
I think of you
I
can almost
Hear
the zipper
As
it closes on the bag
I
can almost
See
them struggle
As
it catches
On
the tag
In
the silence
When
I think of you
My
shoulders
Quivering
sag
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