Where echos bound off cavern walls
Thundering, spacious water falls
Giving power to the ember furnace
Crafters work with full earnest
Our clang of metal forming metal
Our laughter around the stew-filled kettle
Lacboring long into the night
Carrying lanterns for our light
A golden tint in the arenose air
A rich man's delight, deep in this lair
A cornucopia of jewels and stone
Picks and axes spark on the hone
Melted metals with tools of the trade
Upon the anvil are ceremoniously laid
To be shaped and formed into desires
By light of the blazing, crimson fires
Where we find sweat and danger as one
And rarely journey out into the sun
Have amity with our fellow men
And all write to loved ones with one pen
The cavern echos, the rays of gold
This ancient house of tales untold
To find this place, a costly fee
For a way of escape will never be
I still remember the first day we met and how shy we were . The way we looked at each other while sitting on the bench and eating we wanted to talk but we found it hard which one of us should start.
And after that days passed my friend and here we are two of a kind . We share , we care, we admire, and we inspire each other together we stayed we fought we had ups and downs but we passed it all with love. They say true friendship is hard to find but here we are models for people with closed hearts. Lets praise ourselves and keep our heads up high cause friends like us are hard to find.
My memories pile up
Like clumsy white clouds
Against a backdrop of pure blue
Casually bumping into each other
Without a "pardon me"
Or a second glance
Memories compiled of the days we spent
The days where every second was
Filled with feeling
Whether it be intense and passionate
Or lonely and desolate
I'm not sure if I feel anymore
Or if I've become like the sun
Lazily drifting in out of the clouds
Sometimes radiating artificial warmth
If only to try to keep others happy
And it's becoming harder to escape
The muddle of these puffy white shapes
And more and more nights
I'm spending lying awake at
Times of the night that cause overthinking in some
And pregnancies in others
Trying to blow the clouds off the
Remnants of my sanity
But I can't seem to find a way
To make my skies clear blue again
Underneath pale spring skies
to everyone's surprise
'The Wanderers' returned telling tales of omnipotence
and the relevance of a divinity
I heard nothing
I was deafened by the noise from the laughter of the girls and boys so filled with glee
that 'The Wanderers' had seen fit to see
to find their way and come home to be
with them and you and me.
I don't know where they went or how they spent those,
lonely days when I would gaze with fear set solid in my heart
and wonder how it is that being apart
is so painful.
Fearful now
I keep my eye on those that take it in their mind to fly away.
But what is day without the night
and night without the dawn?
Storms may come and go but this is what I know
'The Wanderers'
will always be the hope and the guardians set by the gate
of those who wait
for liberty.
Been lonesome when you didn’t enter that university where your closest friends did?
Bet you even cried like a mad kid
Been completely discouraged when you were obliged to take the course which was never your option?
It didn’t even interest you a bit, not to mention
Been upset when you found out that your first love still flirts with a whole lot of pretty girls in his campus?
Surely did hurt even more if he’s still the one your heart does choose
Been depressed when you failed a major subject last term?
But still, you showed everybody that you’re positive and firm
Ever wondered why all those had to happen
And left your mind and soul somewhat misshapen?
If you could control your life completely, would things have happened differently?
Whatever your answers may be, take the following cause there’s nothing much better than reality
If you entered that university where your closest friends did,
Would you meet the circle of friends whom you’re now always with?
If you didn’t take the course you were told to,
Would you learn that you have the potential to create a professional out of you?
If you didn’t find out that your first love still flirts with some pretty girls like other men do,
Would you ever have any reason to forget him, if you wish to?
If you didn’t fail that major subject last term,
Would you have the same motivation you have right now to do way better next term?
We never could control the things that would happen to us like breathing
Cause if we could, life would definitely lose its meaning
We may not always experience the life that we wanted
But we would always live through the seed of life that He planted
regardless of the pain
that Ive had to feel
I keep on going
it's kind of like that story
I forgot the ending
but they had one hell of a ride
and they helped so many
all along the way
should be not one kid starving
not one to put shame
all art embraced
only love remained
and we all hit one note
and floated in our brains
we were one of the same
but different
that's what remained
and we listened
and learned, sane
There you are at nighttime,
Worlds away from who you’ll be at dawn.
You’re standing so close
I can smell your breath,
Or maybe it’s your hair.
Whatever it is it smells of flowers,
And I can feel my heart
Bloom bloom bloom-ing
Beneath its sheets.
I can see your eyes
Getting light years wider,
Or maybe I’m just getting closer,
But there’s more than one way
For a star to light up the sky.
You could be a whole galaxy if you wanted to.
Do you know that?
Your hair is already the colour of midnight.
Your lips are already the shape of infinity.
You already have planets orbiting your pupils,
And you have everything to teach me
About being so blindingly luminescent
And so fucking fragile
At the same time.
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Under my rainbow
The stars shimmer bright,
And blanket the earth
With an emerald light,
The birds sing their songs
Into the softest of sighs,
And they linger as long
As they want in our skies.
Here, our morning sings wonders
That dance through the trees,
To enchant every dew drop
Touched by the soft breeze.
Clear through to the mountains,
All capped with their white,
That shine like a beacon
Through our whispering night.
Under my rainbow,
The colors that shine
Will blaze a fierce wonder
To fire your mind.
The Orchids all bloom,
And they're never the same.
And the stars up above,
They call you by name.
There are no teardrops, my boy,
Unless they're teardrops of joy.
There is never a frown
To linger around.
There is never a someone
You can't call your friend.
There is never a heart
So broken
It cannot mend.
Every Hollyhock petal
At play in the breeze
Will nod as you walk through
Our Poppletoff Trees.
Every Raspberry Rose
On our Emerald Isle
Oh, they'll fire and bloom
To your wonderful smile.
Each Cornflower Willow
Will whisper your way,
Sprinkling stardust in
All of their play.
Under my rainbow,
When we sleep, when we dream,
We see worlds and wonders
No other has seen.
There is never a rush,
There is never a when,
Though the twilight may blush
Time and again.
Though the firefly lingers
With each tender hello,
And the mountain tops glisten
With their new fallen snow.
To inspire your Muse,
And then set her free.
She'll show you those wonders
That few ever see!
Here is my solitude,
Where there's rest for my soul,
Under a rainbow
That few ever know.
Copyright © 2012 Richard D. Remler
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"You see things; and you say, "Why?"
But I dream things that never were;
and I say, "Why not?"
-George Bernard Shaw
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Created July 2, 2012
Meredith, I can breath
though I've seen things no man shouldve seen
Meredith i see straight
my legs they tremble but my heart aches
walking along the waves
my heads in space
should i speak of these ways
Meredith my knees are weak
Im scared of disease and i cant sleep
and if she does go with him
i'll die alone
i will just keep believing and hoping that that ain't so
meredith, my souls broke loose, now that the bottles open
you can smell that I've been bruised
but I'm tackling questions
im tackling flaw
cuz the bottom of the oceans where I've been all along
so what i'm gonna do's go at my own pace
and I aint a gunna let a thing get in my way
i dont know how much longer i am expected to go on like this:
broke, unemployed the last four years, too talented,
used, though loved
the self centered qualities of my friends and family who all claim to know me has me broken,
I wish to just sit and rot in darkness rather than break their hearts with the the way it is
most could never possibly imagine going as long as i did with no money without digging in the trash,
I managed to set an example for the youth that cash isn't everything, that the secret is finding happiness, that the secret's to finding happiness is to find happiness.
my decisions have cost me; everyone benefits yet nobody knows the entire costs see I let my bones rot and pop for the satisfaction of others
it would seem nobody's payed attention, but it's all cool it was all part of this teachers lesson the next way for me to get you on to your next way is to to tell you to keep your neck straight,
don't take a pill but concentrate
I gravitate
not cuz it's the only way
I'll leave and fly away from this this world only if and when I want to,
it's not that hard to contemplate
