The Door
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.
Broken Sleep
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
we razed,
Unfettered zeal
of the power-crazed.
Oh! How we built such
fires!
Ambitions burned
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,
without guilt.
My! How still they rage and lust,
Decreeing to us,
that we must,
Forever build such empires again.
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