Hidden treasure lays within my heart,
Knowing the right time and place to make decisions,
Finally resting in the truth of the beginning,
Flying over mountains to discover how much there is,
Walking the straight path and not taking corners,
Beginning to see why there is so much to discover,
Opening up piece by piece over time,
Hills are dug through and springs opened,
Pulling you closer to the center of my heart,
Authority and Justice work together to define our truth,
Bringing my heart true patience to discover every piece,
Of your truly treasured heart~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Pound the seam,
break off the ore.
bits of rock.
Place in the furnace,
blaze to ash.
Prise out the treasure,
burn once more.
Pour into ingots,
behold the lead!
I am currently addicted to the TV series "Tudor Monastery Farm" in which a group of historians attempt to live like people did 500 years ago.
Among the activities featured in last week's episode was the transformation of lumps of lead ore into cames for a stained glass window.
I found it fascinating and it inspired me to write this!
The feeling I can never explain something just ingrained within you.
I can't explain what I never could understand.
We are the dreamers and suffer those who are awake.
Tragic are those who lack vision, misfortune is yours please spare mine.
The blade is now a pen my blood now Ink .
For whom it is lost is more found I.
The rejects of night are but misfits of my day.
As the poison seeps in as my creativity flows unto a void created in chaos none of which
was of my choosing.
Were all dreamers caught within a nightmare's grasp, losers of a game we chose not to play.
But we dam sure tried in spite of it all.
The blank page remains a suicide note to the forgotten chapter in a dust collected manuscript.
Secrets are best left buried like shipwrecks on the ocean floor.
Why be the judge when none are innocent or ever so guilty as I.
Dam the nights for bringing the memories upon me ,
and curse my thoughts for remaining after all these drinks.
Haunted are the souls of the living simply empty vessels that fill the streets.
Many years have passed.
Yet these thoughts never age .
Goddam the nights and winters empty chill!
The fire now only seems to smolder a dragons bluff to wolves such as I.
I hear the others howl I simply choose to ignore the sound.
Taking refuge in my thoughts and torment in scars past.
Empty are these thoughts that I unearthed tonight.
I hear the howls outside my door.
They are my burden and none else to understand.
In witching hours of lost hopes and broken dreams I find my solace.
I've ran with demons and slept with many angels, to burn only in the cold of ice.
Tomorrow is always a dream as from this nightmare maybe I'll wake.
Treasure the silence in it we find our true selves.
I hear the howls I simply choose to no longer answer.
None comes to your dwelling stand and not be enspelled
i tried running but my ankles are weaken at the sight of your beauty gentle gaze.
You are the treasure that many pine to find
in the fragrance of your presence my nose swims
I wish i could be there where you are.
......Good night, Angel.....
there was a little mole and digging was his pleasure
he took a little trip to try and find some treasure
he jumped on a plane far across the sea
to a desert island where treasure just might be
he walked along the sand then suddenly he saw
a great big cross marked out. on the island shore
mole began dig to see what he could find
if there was any treasure that someone left behind
the mole dug very fast at this he was the best
then there in the hole sat a treasure chest
he lifted up the lid and there before his eyes
there was lots of treasure all of different size
mole he was so happy his treasure hunt was done
hunting for his booty had give so much fun
The solitary cell,
the sole survivor,
encased in little boxes decorative
through our home.
Single and incomplete,
the lonesome remainders
openly hid upon bookshelf,
desk corners, fireplace mantels,
storage units of the
I am unlost, unfound,
Raise your hand,
stand up and say
that is me,
that is me.
Minor treasure chests,
of carved wood, seashell real,
acquisitions of trips
to faraway places,
these boxes, they themselves,
visible but unremembered,
just there, no cares,
no one knows,
when or why.
that is me,
is that me?
Space fillers, memory taunts,
grandchildren's playthings, delight,
when they someday come visit,
weather and parents permitting,
finding keys for locks, doors,
from three homes ago.
Can they unlock me too?
Boxes hoard the things
we have lost, but cannot discard,
can't sacrifice, gotta keep,
an admixture of buttons,
dried flowers, faded notes that
once upon a time mattered,
shook someone's world...
Some kept in hope,
others, sequestered, lock-up,
jails that we are both
jailor and jailed,
the joke being on me.
Should we, you and I,
cases histories of lost hopes, memories,
it would not be surprising,
if when opened,
the contents identical,
even if you are in Manila,
Leeds, places of need,
we would be shocked,
that is me,
is that me?
take a minute, for it the best of me, perhaps,
the best of you too...
On our friendship
I do rely
As days and nights go bye
And for the treasure
You have been in our many lives.
I do bequeath all our moments
To our shared experiences
Near and far
Blown by winds rippling
But always hanging on.
A life time -
Everything there is
Everything there was
Everthing that has ever been.
For that is what you
Mean to me
For all our days and
All our nights
I don't know how/if I would
With our friendship I so
aggression must be denied.
Hitler, Pol Pot, The Duke,
Kim Jong, Mugabe, Fidel Castro,
the living bad the dead.
proudly announces in
the year of our lord,
they are doing away with
labor camps in China.
drug rehabilitation centers.
evil must be refuted.
who will call them out?
coming home from the opera,
some big mofo SUV,
I refused to let
him cut in the line.
He followed me
for ten blocks,
honking his asshole,
till he quit,
cause I would not give
the satisfaction of letting him
spit and sputter.
Took the woman home.
Went out looking for him.
searched hundred blocks.
found him, took out my jack.
(trust me I did not key his car).
when he saw what I had done,
I quoted him Verdi's Rigoletto:
He is crime, I am punishment.
you see opera ain't for pussies.
aggression must be denied
locally, before it becomes
a national treasure.
RIGOLETTO: No, no, I want to do it myself.
SPARAFUCILE: All right. His name?
RIGOLETTO: Do you want to know mine as well?
He is Crime; I am Punishment.
[He leaves; the sky darkens, it thunders.] -
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who among you will have the courage to like, love
or hate this by name?
As I lie in my bed
Your face I cannot forget
You're like a star in the sky
A simple word good night
Can make my lonely heart feel alright
Even if you are far away
Your love in my heart always stay
My love for you no one can measure
So precious more than a gold of treasure
So mighty than the strongest knight
So wonderful like the stars in the night
You are so gallant
An attitude that I want
I love you so much
It's like God gave you to me:a perfect person
God is so mighty
And I am so happy
He gave me a great person like you
So true!!I LOVE YOU.
By: Earl Jane Sardua
Dedicated to: Xeeb Pov Lauj
I cannot feel my legs and my mind is numb
I refuse to hear your breath and my mouth is dumb
I can feel your hands, but I am not here
For I have gone away now
Away, to where you cannot find me, the real me
To a place where i finally feel safe, where i can be alive.
I have switched off my soul to survive this place
My flesh is detached and floats away from my face
I can sense your thrusts, in a different world
You may touch my body, not me.
me, that was a long time ago, before
Before the monster that paid a visit at night.
Now look inside me, and see the curdled mother's milk
that courses through my veins.
Twisted molecules of white, distorting purity of thought.
Do you really know how you destroyed my life
With your fatherly tone and that emotional knife
Held up to the heart of a vulnerable girl
Oh, how I wish I were dead
and yet, part of me is, for some of my life is over
Bud plucked, never to bloom the flower of unbridled youth
The black hole of the past pulls me back to those arms
I struggled so hard against those paternal charms
Alas, what chance a girl, who loved daddy so much
Please make my pain go away.
But it won't, deep inside, under granite blocks of hate
Hate for you and hate for me, how did we let this happen?
Grown up now, and struggling to cope
Life seems so hard I often have no hope
it all looks so black, here within my soul
Oh, to wipe the slate clean.
A vehicle of love used as a weapon of betrayal
How sick we all must be!
Half forgotten memories jump out of my mind
Oh how they came, and when you were so kind
Couldn't you see how tormented I was
God help me, for no one else will.
Time does not heal my angst, nor will it ever
You and you, father and friend will you ever comprehend?
Chameleon colours play a role in my life
Artificial boundaries, coping with strife
keep out tomorrow and push away the past
but somehow today sneaks on in.
i have left my body now, detached, flying away to safety
All males left behind, good and bad, partitioned off
Even as I ignore it, the past comes right back
biding its time for a surprise attack
How can I cope with this onslaught of love
So get out of my life right now.
The past, the past, those nights, oh revulsion, oh confusion
Lust, love, like, remorse, pain, a wailing cacophany of lost childhood.
I attempt to embrace a man, maturity found
But I lose my nerve, looks like dangerous ground
An immense struggle for a girl so fragmented
Can I ever become whole?
I wear my clothes, loose around my body
Passion and pain walled off from prying eyes.
Alone, am I sentenced to spend my life alone
for who will throw this dog an intimate bone ?
I need the courage to embrace my shadows
oh please help me face the past.
The light of your affections just cannot reach my soul, deep inside
The escape velocity of my sanity is not enough
I so want to let go, have my feelings reign free
Yet I can't, for the hurt residing deep within me
Imagine, for a minute, the cross that I bear
No wonder, I stay out of sight.
You see, i only feel connected when i am alone and safe
Yet i so yearn to love and be loved, vulnerable.
Finally, today I held you tight and felt your manhood
and it did not remind me of my childhood
Agony past and pain retreated
Will this last forever I ask?
Those boundaries that were so cruelly invaded
by one who said "I love you", left me exposed.
So brick by brick I built up my self esteem
Self confidence at last, but is it all a dream
Open my eyes, will this all fade away
swept off on the winds of self doubt.
One step at a time, out from the abyss, that cave of betrayal
I will hold this moment tightly and treasure it.
Dare I believe in this place called trust?
A handhold hacked in the rockface of my tortured mind
Will it bear the weight of tomorrow's reality?
I can only hope the silver thread that pulls me up
shall guide me forever forward
away from that sickness of him who is left behind.
I am a survivor and I shall reach the summit
of life's possibilities, although I have to tell you
Base camp did not help my journey!