lora-osborne - Hello Poetry

Words in slumber Listening to the silence Mundane noise fades Internalized chaos Broken metronome Holding an unbalanced cadence Held breaths released Longing and pain slashing Dream's landscape Awake now To a different silence Not defined By the absence of sound But more the Absence of the soul's respite LAO Poetry 2016

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Feb 28, 2017

Feb 28, 2017 at 8:19 PM UTC

Unbalanced

Words in slumber Listening to the silence Mundane noise fades Internalized chaos Broken metronome Holding an unbalanced cadence Held breaths released Longing and pain slashing Dream's landscape Awake now To a different silence Not defined By the absence of sound But more the Absence of the soul's respite LAO Poetry 2016

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Two roads diverge Simplicity of ill intent Destruction held In the need Of materialistic things Choices building Each step solidifying Bars descending Trapping reality Tears cried Freeing the souls Despondent pleas Mistakes ripping away The fabric of self Life becomes The road chosen Abilities lost Hidden forever by The chosen mistake Leaving only the Iron cages and Padded rooms Filled with laughter Of the deranged Heart and mind Knowing the future is lost With that initial step on The chosen path Realities dull patina Camouflages the pain As one lives a life In the cage built By each step By each choice made Bringing forth The justice of fate LAO Poetry 2016

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Feb 28, 2017

Feb 28, 2017 at 8:14 PM UTC

Choices Mistake

Two roads diverge Simplicity of ill intent Destruction held In the need Of materialistic things Choices building Each step solidifying Bars descending Trapping reality Tears cried Freeing the souls Despondent pleas Mistakes ripping away The fabric of self Life becomes The road chosen Abilities lost Hidden forever by The chosen mistake Leaving only the Iron cages and Padded rooms Filled with laughter Of the deranged Heart and mind Knowing the future is lost With that initial step on The chosen path Realities dull patina Camouflages the pain As one lives a life In the cage built By each step By each choice made Bringing forth The justice of fate LAO Poetry 2016

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The body bound Restrained yet open A masterpiece of living parchment Da Vinci's virtu of carnal sin A Maestro playing Each hill and valley Tracing want in cross marked pain Symphonies of tormenting fire Mapped upon willing skin Lines etched Lustful treasures exposed Flowering petals become the focus A crack of whip Drawing outside Societal maps of propriety Margins of mind filled With consuming need Each strike laid With a Falls precision Drawing forth jaggedness Bordering outcrops of greed Unrelenting strikes rained down Igniting pain Replaced with fire Driving the body Until there is no thought, no voice No place to hide, just Incoherent whispers Begging for release Crescendos pop As the epicenter is struck Singled out and singed Again and again The body quakes as Floods roll forth Pleasure engulfing The pain mapped body Muscles pulled taught Rigid in need The Maestro Etches his last mark Allowing his masterpiece Of pleasure to be unleashed

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Feb 28, 2017

Feb 28, 2017 at 8:12 PM UTC

Virtu

The body bound Restrained yet open A masterpiece of living parchment Da Vinci's virtu of carnal sin A Maestro playing Each hill and valley Tracing want in cross marked pain Symphonies of tormenting fire Mapped upon willing skin Lines etched Lustful treasures exposed Flowering petals become the focus A crack of whip Drawing outside Societal maps of propriety Margins of mind filled With consuming need Each strike laid With a Falls precision Drawing forth jaggedness Bordering outcrops of greed Unrelenting strikes rained down Igniting pain Replaced with fire Driving the body Until there is no thought, no voice No place to hide, just Incoherent whispers Begging for release Crescendos pop As the epicenter is struck Singled out and singed Again and again The body quakes as Floods roll forth Pleasure engulfing The pain mapped body Muscles pulled taught Rigid in need The Maestro Etches his last mark Allowing his masterpiece Of pleasure to be unleashed

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Tangled in what we are Dichotomous beings entwined Inside and out Front and back Verisimilitudes patterns obscured Presenting outward faces Images woven in creams Illusionary practices Lauding the pomp and circumstance of life Creating the iconic pictures of average Yet underneath Supported by our darkest threads Is the true image Worlds layered upon the one Hidden, Blended, Shadowed Vines of life bleeding out our Slashes of vibrant color Driven by ritual, pain and sacrifice Interlaced, bound, knotted Capturing the ghosting beauty That is our reality LAO Poetry 2016

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Feb 28, 2017

Feb 28, 2017 at 8:09 PM UTC

Layers

Tangled in what we are Dichotomous beings entwined Inside and out Front and back Verisimilitudes patterns obscured Presenting outward faces Images woven in creams Illusionary practices Lauding the pomp and circumstance of life Creating the iconic pictures of average Yet underneath Supported by our darkest threads Is the true image Worlds layered upon the one Hidden, Blended, Shadowed Vines of life bleeding out our Slashes of vibrant color Driven by ritual, pain and sacrifice Interlaced, bound, knotted Capturing the ghosting beauty That is our reality LAO Poetry 2016

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It is there Inside my mind A place of solitude Beneath a monochrome sky Where hopes and dreams And all desires Once flourished In brilliant colors Upon the dawn If only I had courage To allow you in To show you What I see now The shadowed fears The insecurities Like dried leaves on the wind The tears that stain In blackened hues The once soulful sky Cast now in gloamings gray Here I sit In this fading light Silently watching The colors fade Breaths of hope Turning to translucent mists Hands gripping Holding on to hope Eyes searching In the darkening sky The splinters of distrust Embedded deep within Bleed the color Of what once was You are not gone Not in the physical realms But here upon this bench Under this monochrome sky Deep within my mind I sit alone And wait for The return of color © LAO Poetry 2016

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May 25, 2016

May 25, 2016 at 10:34 AM UTC

Monochrome Skies

It is there Inside my mind A place of solitude Beneath a monochrome sky Where hopes and dreams And all desires Once flourished In brilliant colors Upon the dawn If only I had courage To allow you in To show you What I see now The shadowed fears The insecurities Like dried leaves on the wind The tears that stain In blackened hues The once soulful sky Cast now in gloamings gray Here I sit In this fading light Silently watching The colors fade Breaths of hope Turning to translucent mists Hands gripping Holding on to hope Eyes searching In the darkening sky The splinters of distrust Embedded deep within Bleed the color Of what once was You are not gone Not in the physical realms But here upon this bench Under this monochrome sky Deep within my mind I sit alone And wait for The return of color © LAO Poetry 2016

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