Alive but dead long ago, granted no more what time seems fit. I continue to write for not acknowledgement, nor praise, not coins or pay; but in hope someone, one day, sees my words and feels they are not alone during their drawn and weary days.
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30 Thursday Jun 2022
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inAlive but dead long ago, granted no more what time seems fit. I continue to write for not acknowledgement, nor praise, not coins or pay; but in hope someone, one day, sees my words and feels they are not alone during their drawn and weary days.
26 Sunday Jun 2022
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inOnce there laid a girl
Soft words, bright eyes open
For years she would travel the open and inviting seas
Little did she know the clock that ticked. Was not hers to be.
In the shadows, she walked
Tithing of glory is so sad now.. to see
But Once… was a lifetime, smitten those around her be
And in this time, now long forgotten, I say to thee:
Once I lay a girl
Soft words, bright eyes open
The years I traveled,
Unknowing the deep and treacherous sea
Quickly, time reminded
Soon to be forgotten
I ask myself the question:
What did I do to deserve the fruits once sweet, now lay rotten?
26 Sunday Jun 2022
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in“The value of life lies not in the length of days, but in the use we make of them; a man may live long yet live very little.” — Michel de Montaigne
Once there laid a girl
Soft words, bright eyes open
For years she would travel the open and inviting seas
Little did she know the clock that ticked. Was not hers to be.
In the shadows, she walked
Tithing of glory is so sad now.. to see
But Once… was a lifetime, smitten those around her be
And in this time, now long forgotten, I say to thee:
Once I lay a girl
Soft words, bright eye open
The years I traveled,
Unknowing the deep and treacherous sea
Quickly, time reminded
Soon to be forgotten
I ask myself the question:
What did I do to deserve the fruits once sweet, now lay rotten?
26 Sunday Jun 2022
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inOnce there laid a girl
Soft words, bright eyes open
For years she would travel the open and inviting seas
Little did she know the clock that ticked. Was not hers to be.
In the shadows, she walked
Tithing of glory is so sad now.. to see
But Once… was a lifetime, smitten those around her be
And in this time, now long forgotten, I say to thee:
Once I lay a girl
Soft words, bright eye open
The years I traveled,
Unknowing the deep and treacherous sea
Quickly, time reminded
Soon to be forgotten
I ask myself the question:
What did I do to deserve the fruits once sweet, now lay rotten?
26 Sunday Jun 2022
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in26 Sunday Jun 2022
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in“Is life a boon?
If so, it must befall
That Death, whene’er he call
Must call too soon
W. S. Gilbert
Of Rivers that flowed, the sun basked
Until time forwarded to the ultimate task
The dawn lowers onto the forgotten trees.
What words would they say, not forgotten,
Least our secrets tied with arms should be
Chaos in wind blows
Never meant to be?
From beauty to spectacle
From spectacle to rage
Those which have pillaged
Tree’s fall; The sun turns to darkness.
I give you this oath on this day
To those you have suffered.. no time to pray
When you least expect it
Shall you, one and all, pay.
16 Thursday Jun 2022
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“There are wounds that– instead of opening our skin– open our eyes.”
– Pablo Neruda
See me through this broken glass
Small fragile hands, unable to grasp
Together, we walked down the crooked and beaten path.
I wait now, eyes open.. Unable to grasp!
Our bare feet once ran freely.
We felt nothing as we walked upon this broken glass.
Yet one small day, no more is our reflection!
I selfishly chose not to see.. the growing imperfections
A borrowed face, lips lying,
What is it to feel that which threatens you?
Does this not astound you?!
The battles we wore proudly. Yet never won.
Lines, you wrote, spoke loudly
The day drifts slowly into the setting sun
Do you still see me through the broken glass?
The spindle turns loudly!
The fine sand turns slowly
Ageing lines & tempered glass.
Pride falls heavy, blinded. I did not see.
With swollen eyes, yours always shielded me
Too late. Aged fate.
Why doth your love now elude me?
I reach for which now I envy
Fragile hands ask: “What lies left?”
“Nothing,” it replied, played in a note off key.
Hands now old, finally, do they ask?
If you still see me through this broken glass.
Dedicated to my one and true
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inGreed is a bottomless pit which exhausts the person in an endless effort to satisfy the need without ever reaching satisfaction. ~Erich Fromm.
Founded away,
I hear the coins as they rattle
Once loud, once faint,
To Whom do they matter?
The moment I trusted, the time now; I can hardly see.
For the questioner, I am, least it be me
Forever.. coins above.. I hear their rattle.
Knowing not my unjust battle.
Mercy, forgotten, times will tell,
The fat bellies that walk above
Dust falls in bellows.
Hidden, forgotten. Time now eaten, raw, and rotten.
I stare at my face. I know not who is me.
From Weeping walls swallow
The rattling coins of gold, silver, and copper.
The unfortunate that followed
Little do I sleep..
I imagine the clock that rings,
Hour by Hour
I ponder those which came before me?
Scratches on walls, wishes go unanswered
With Words I tell tales
An unopened cancer.
And To Those that came before me..
My mind wanders. Which chapter did they see??..
Hidden, and forgotten,
An unwanted calling
What fate did you receive?
May this be my fate?
The many scars now long forgotten.
I lift my head. A withered task.
My lips whisper, as they ask…
Is it now me, which wears this mask?
I still hear the rustling, the clamouring of the hell into which I am fallen
Memories fade into crooked shades,
The rusty clock turns, with its unsharpened blades
Betrayed, I weep
As the world quietly sleeps.
I laugh at the dawn.
Time, but yet a drawing
It is not ours to keep
The Poisoned Coins rattle, as does the turn of the screw.
As I write this chapter, that now lies before you..
And for those whose feet walk freely
Those mountains you have climbed,
No matter how great, nor high
Should I tell you one last lie?
Lips move, but do not tell.
To your delight..? This be my hell!
Heed not, if my words astound you
Golden bars turned to rust.
I sketch these words
Should you never trust
The worthless price of the coins which rattle
Hidden away, in my cell, price unpaid
This I dare, my final battle.
03 Friday Jun 2022
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inAn experimental journey. Far from my norm.
AWRJ
As a child, I saw what I wished to believe
Far away to touch, but not yet to see
Followed, did I to seek, ’till I found the words..
This.. from which I speak
I walk towards the sounds
Beauty, all ’round
There is but one place I find this peace
The seaqull touched by the sea
Swiftly do they sing, even as I sleep
Creatures large and small
Softly gather ’round…
No greater pleasure than this…
Soon shall you see
Matter not, once born, wanted, cast and torn
I followed their dance; blessed be the meek.
This alone has saved me
Not once, twice, or thrice
There, even in the shadows
As a young girl weeps
Rustled feathers, sat on stone
I heard their calls,
Sadness and sorrow,
Profound Grief
As I child, they watched me sleep.
Hence an old woman…
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03 Friday Jun 2022
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An experimental journey. Far from my norm.
AWRJ
As a child, I saw what I wished to believe
Far away to touch, but not yet to see
Followed, did I to seek, ’till I found the words..
This.. from which I speak
I walk towards the sounds
Beauty, all ’round
There is but one place I find this peace
The seaqull touched by the sea
Swiftly do they sing, even as I sleep
Creatures large and small
Softly gather ’round…
No greater pleasure than this…
Soon shall you see
Matter not, once born, wanted, cast and torn
I followed their dance; blessed be the meek.
This alone has saved me
Not once, twice, or thrice
There, even in the shadows
As a young girl weeps
Rustled feathers, sat on stone
I heard their calls,
Sadness and sorrow,
Profound Grief
As I child, they watched me sleep.
Hence an old woman, I can now write
The notes that have found me
No longer I need not reach
Gathered grace
I am blessed by this strange place!
I now reach out to give thanks
An old woman’s eyes worn, once reaped
Good night young child
Granted Should you be
To see the small and fragile, foreign, known, it shall be
Kindness reached once… forever may they grant you
Such Joy! Words impossible to reach
Now found.. hold mightedly
May these words capture swiftly
Blessed be always, the fragile, the small, the wounded and the weak.