Never showing a glimmer of inside,
A wall in all but name.
It matters not, I still decide,
To love you all the same.
This closed portal that entices my mind,
Fixed shut, steadfast and sure.
Though intentions are more than kind,
I am forever poor.
Worshipped, adored, in all kinds of esteems,
Oh, that I could say more.
Hopeless wishes, desperate dreams,
Lay dying, at the door.
Behind, withholds the happiness I seek,
Bountiful in its store.
Yet, no shudder, nor shake, nor creak,
The still, unmoving door.
The tide is out as the Moon wanes,
Waves recede from the shore.
I’ll walk this land,
But my heart remains
Here, outside, the door.
Midnight dark let me dream of joy
Free me from my dismay,
From troubled thoughts and their employ,
That I might rise and shine today.
Do we shine to be seen,
Or to light the way of others?
Laud ourselves on a screen
For our sisters and our brothers.
Wherein the turquoise mines
Serabit migrants left their note,
Now we pen weary lines
But who will care for what we wrote?
The solace to be found in sleep
Brings comfort to the mind –
Forgotten dreams, we cannot keep,
Nor need to know their kind.
Moments, stretched, between the twilight
Reflecting on our sins.
Comes the end of the night,
And so the day begins…
Heart Of Power
Oh! How we built such empires!
The villages and towns
of the power-crazed.
Oh! How we built such fires!
naked in the flames,
Upon the ashes
of forgotten names.
Oh! How such empires we built!
Blood of sons
and daughters spilt,
Free of burden,
My! How still they rage and lust,
Decreeing to us,
that we must,
Forever build such empires again.
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