Channels

Channels

This channel of light;

Could it be the new lease on life I have to borrow?

To take from me my time and sorrow?

Can my once cold fears melt away in defiance?

The spun ringer is the code of alliance.

Alliance to self or to people within sight;

I live in the now wondering if this is right.

Time, my benefactor will tell me the great sequel;

It will tell me what's behind the curtains;

My life hiding, waiting to equal.

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Breaking The Comet

Breaking The Comet

I guess when we fall down an pick up the broken pieces of our self esteem is quite common amongst us all;

Laughter beats like a pulse only for so long,

In black darkness and true skies there's a concert going on in our mind;

A antinomy we think to ourselves,

Like comets breaking boulders against the mountain shelves.

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The Greeting Souls Poem

The Greeting Souls Poem

 Elusive eyes that gather information from one another;

The sound, the feel, the touch of the ambiguous meeting, awkward like a shield guarding each other;

The thoughts, the dreams that drape a tapestry interwoven together in their seams;

Gently taking steps forward with people in their dreams;

A pinnacle happens as two of them are graced by God that be;

Half a heart beckons the other to be whole, to be one completely.

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Floaters

Breaks in the Earth;

Surrendered skies above;

Cries rain from polluted clouds;

The arc of the storm;

Flashes blister the air;

Scorched scented ozone;

Touching blades of light;

Refracted into waves of water;

Stirring rogue tides;

Break the dams;

Flooding the plains;

Underwater Atlantis.

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