Stepping through the looking glass
there is no stepping back
The journey once accepted
is a never-ending track
Adventure leads to places
that we should not dare to go
Questions lead to answers
that we should not dare to know
To wander through the wardrobe
is to leave what's safe behind
Forever leaving normal
for the hope of what you'll find
A journey of a thousand steps
that cannot be retraced
A single step once taken
that can never be erased
Dangerous the road that flows
away from your front door
Keep your feet or it may sweep
you to a distant shore
Should ever you joust windmills
or travel mystic lands
Blaze trails through rotting jungles
caravan cross burning sand
Remember with each victory
there's also something lost
There's a price for each adventure
that's not always worth the cost
So whether it's the seven seas
or past the worlds own edge
Regardless of the paths you take
or promises you pledge
Should find you Never never land
and finding choose to go
All that which you had afore
will ne'er again be so
For once you've rode Laptua
or Pandora's Box unbound
Once love has hold your spirit
or wisdom had been found
Once blind eyes have been opened
or sirens song is heard
Once tragedy has struck so hard
that laughter seems absurd
Once Wonderland is entered
your soul is ever changed
The world you left behind you
is ever left estranged
You can return to bridges burned
but o'er them none may pass
For once you stray there is no way
to get back through the glass
For more see:
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Jan 26, 2010
Jan 26, 2010 at 12:49 AM UTC
By: One yet within the morning light
Many days go slipping by
Quickly as we wonder why
Wherefore goes the time that’s lost?
As we ponder aging's cost
All we’ve worked for just like sand
Slipping softly through our hands
Long before we first draw breath
Already we are bound for death
Every moment yet un-cast
Ever built upon the past
All alone we wander through
All the things we failed to do
Standing in the twilight hour
Watching night, the day, devour
Knowing all will soon be gone
Nothing left but hope of dawn
Life as such it ever is
Is lost amidst our hubris
But even as the shadows gather
Under Night Mares streaming lather
Undaunted gather we once more
Daring death itself to war
For though our end can naught but come
As all life's parts achieve their sum
And though our fight may gain no more
Then seconds add to our score
We still must stand against the dusk
And cleave to life within this husk
For life's not measured in its length,
~ or what you had to give
But just how hard, with what you had,
~ you truly tried to live
For more see:
~ http://aweavingofwords.blogspot.com ~
Jan 26, 2010
Jan 26, 2010 at 12:35 AM UTC
By: A cousin for a cousin
Softly spills the sunlight through the bright white golden hair
Searing sand shifts swiftly as she dances through the air
Cotton clouds caress the curve of light blue summer sky
Evanescent, folds float free, her figure, swirling flies
Wind weeps breezy billows just above an emerald sea
Colors bright, in honor, dance, of all she dreams to be
Shadows sweep in silence swift across a burning beach
Capturing crescendos of the things for which we reach
Frozen movement lives eternal printed on a page
Spilling ever endless from the confines of its cage
Journey's onward ever joy, enticing hearts with love
Dreaming dances, ever coy, beneath the all above
For more see:
~ http://aweavingofwords.blogspot.com ~
(This was written about a picture that I thought looked like my cousin, the picture can be found at
http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=27777940)
Jan 26, 2010
Jan 26, 2010 at 12:33 AM UTC
Atlas us, a world do hold
on our shoulders bent and bowed.
All our might to hold on high,
the pieces of a falling sky.
Once upon a time ago.
Mighty pillars held it so.
But time their glories turned bereft,
foundations remnants all that's left.
Once composed of all the world.
Nations gathered, now lay hurled.
Shattered systems careless strewn,
left to rot amidst their ruin.
Majestic once the world their own.
The sun upon them ever shown.
Now reduced to shadows only;
broken, angry, scared and lonely.
Their weighty hubris crumbled mass,
ticking through time's hourglass.
Of all the earth a few were master,
till rivalry gave birth disaster.
As clouds of war did roar and rumble,
the sagging sky began to tumble.
Then rose two giants from the ashes.
Who saved the sky, between their clashes.
And grabbing hold the pillars tattered.
Each the other smashed and battered.
On and on the giants battled,
as the blows the heavens rattled.
Colossus both, though juxtaposed,
Titans, different each composed.
Us of copper, steel, and stone.
Them of iron, flesh, and bone.
"Come" we pleaded "all unwanted".
"Obey!" demanded they undaunted.
Growing ever each their powers,
striving each for heavens bowers.
At last one giant finally falls,
down upon its iron walls.
Victors we, alone now standing,
all the world of us demanding.
Tower us above them all.
Holding heaven, lest it fall.
As Atlas was, in ancient verse,
to bear this burden we are cursed
No other recourse can there be,
none who can take this weight from we.
So here we stand, and stand alone.
The world about our ankles thrown.
At us a world with hate may cry,
but on our shoulders sits the sky.
For more see:
~ http://aweavingofwords.blogspot.com ~
Jan 26, 2010
Jan 26, 2010 at 12:27 AM UTC
The Sparrow
I once shattered broken fell
into deep an empty well
Screaming as I falling did
many out the fears I'd hid
Landing hard I hardly knew
wherefore what I next should do
Deeply lying shadow shroud
'round me echoed silence loud
Thus remaining wonder I
feeble dare to chance a cry
Or resting wait til strength return
as quick away my life does burn
Deep above me sits the sky
little caring if I die
Freedom midst it's clouds does reign
above a prison built of pain
As I bemoaned the fate of me
did land a sparrow on my knee
And staring I my breath did catch
to see this life upon this wretch
Then know I to death was bound
fell dead the sparrow on the ground
Time reversing backward spun
up where to first I'd begun
Answer none I have to give
of why once dieing now I live
Ever recall shall I that day
in terror hopeless as I lay
How all I had did fail me when
I fell to pain a prisoner, and
How but a simple sparrows fall
did thus to me return my all
For more see:
~ http://aweavingofwords.blogspot.com ~
Jan 26, 2010
Jan 26, 2010 at 12:26 AM UTC
Exists Exquisitely My Heart
By: The Author
Exists exquisitely my heart
Livid liquid living art
Serenely simple soft and sure
Perfect power pounding pure
Miseries unbidden rise
Stealing love with lovely lies
Draining me of all but dreams
Pain unending ever seems
Brightly bone is bound about
Structured on the insides out
Softly skin enshrouds my soul
Stitching of my parts a whole
Where then can I meaning find?
In my eyes? My hands? My mind?
Surely more must surely lie?
Wove within the depth of I?
Other organs orchestrate
Myriad movements never late
Clockwork; every action spells
Symphonies composed of cells
Never more to simply be
Mere existing ever me
Letting languid life flow by
Never caring where or why
Fingers move with majesty
Eyes a sea of what I see
Sinew slips in silence strong
Ears, my essence, sing a song
Hope, in blood, unfettered flows
Pulsing life, that living, grows
Truth is writ in all life's pains
"Life lives yet within your veins"
For more see:
~ http://aweavingofwords.blogspot.com ~
Jan 26, 2010
Jan 26, 2010 at 12:24 AM UTC
. . . in the lost
By: One yet seeking
Somewhere in the lost it fell
as time slipped endless on
Unnoticed as it softly died
between the dusk and dawn
Somewhere in the time between
what is or will or was
When careless we turned blind away
from everything but us
Somewhere lay it dying
as we laughed along our way
Apathetic to the future
in our conquest of the day
Somewhere it defined us
in a past once long ago
Forgotten midst the memories
we're too ashamed to know
Somewhere it was everything
now everywhere it's naught
We know not what is missing
for what's missing isn't sought
Somewhere, somehow, we missed it
and its too late to return
For our presents built of fading past
we still refuse to learn
Somewhere in the lost it fell
and somewhere lies it still
Somewhere it may rise again,
for us, it never will.
For more see:
~ http://aweavingofwords.blogspot.com ~
Jan 26, 2010
Jan 26, 2010 at 12:23 AM UTC
Alas in class I can not stand,
for sitting stuck
I am
Bricked in within this open tomb,
a lamb not on the lamb
Penned in among a hundred sheep,
as, subtle thought, is shorn
This lectures lies on liberty,
a dogma badly worn
A lass up front, her words float forth,
entreating minds, "Obey!"
As silence echos loudly back,
against the yawning day
Perhaps tis cruel to vicious rule
this agony too long
To taunting treat and witty beat
this croaking siren song
Alas in class I must to stay,
or lass will doom my GPA
But even so I worry not,
as time entangles now my lot
For though this lass has caught me in
a class from which I wish to win
my freedom yet I do not fear
the warped ties that bind me here
at last a lass will be no more,
this bit of class will dull it's bore
And freedom will at last then come
as class, alas and this, is done
For more see:
~ http://aweavingofwords.blogspot.com ~
Jan 25, 2010
Jan 25, 2010 at 11:52 PM UTC
Apathetic beauty pools, perfectly in scarlet spools;
stagnant, static, silent still. Sapping,
soft, the soul of
will."
Bye; Me.
It's easier if you do not care
(So please pay no attention).
Chains build the best of Apathy,
so feel no need to mention.
Or Strongly speak, or fight, or seek.
To further on your cause
It's best, for all, if you just fall
and for the present pause.
Just lay your down, put sleep your Sound,
Forget, relax, unwind.
You've done your most, so raise a toast
And easy your burdened mind.
Let go, let others fight the fight.
you've done So much, so far.
And how could any really Blame?
And why would you feel any shame?
If you should find yourself too lame?
and rest for just awhile
I'm sure what must be done will be,
Completed with no need of thee.
That just because you step aside,
the world will not itself De-ride.
There is no need for you to Care
To work or Wish or hope or dare.
There is no more that could be done,
with you Applied then were you gone.
The less you give (the more for you
The less you work) the less to do
Yes you could care but is there need?
For every effort? every deed?
Would not it better be for all
If all to better felt no call?
If better could be stored away
And kept for you some later day
So please pay no attention to
What pleas may come your way?
Let go, let obligation,
Live to bilk some other's day.
Life's short (so) as you make it
don't just squander as you go
For if they never have it
it's a loss they'll never
Know.
Keep all you can and when the then
at last
does dark your door.
I'm sure you'll harbor know regrets,
that you have all the more.
So do not care and do not dare
and do not think!
of others
For in the end you'll have no friend
and that's so far away
Enjoy the now; regard, less, how
and die with every day
For more of the similar
http://www.aweavingofwords.blogspot.com
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Jan 25, 2010
Jan 25, 2010 at 11:43 PM UTC