nils-andrew-lantz - Hello Poetry

I met an old man in a wheelchair today He wore simple clothes in a modest way I watched as he wheeled this way and that Spinning and twirling like a playful young cat His smile was big and his eyes were alight A stranger approached to ask "are you alright?" He continued his waltz and chuckled some more "I'm dancing and laughing, who could be sore?" She stood there puzzled and looked all around "There is no music playing, I don't hear a sound" Suddenly he stopped, looked her dead in the eye His gaze was intense, an eternity passed by... "Don't you hear it?" he asked quite concerned She stood listening to the wind in the trees, and a fire that burned Shaking her head puzzled and shy "I don't hear a thing, hard as I try" He smiled gently and embraced her hand "Dear girl, try and understand" "We are awash in a symphony old as time," "Its delicately blaring for more than mankind" My heart was pounding as my eyes began to glisten I felt that song, I did more than listen That woman walked away thinking he was mad He resumed dancing anything but sad That moment of silence moved and inspired me To stop filling gaps and learn how to be Its song that can't end because it did not begin Its a song that surrounds us but comes from within Life is too precious to ever be bored So I danced with that man, and I'll dance ever more!

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Mar 16, 2015

Mar 16, 2015 at 9:18 PM UTC

nils-andrew-lantz

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I met an old man in a wheelchair today He wore simple clothes in a modest way I watched as he wheeled this way and that Spinning and twirling like a playful young cat His smile was big and his eyes were alight A stranger approached to ask "are you alright?" He continued his waltz and chuckled some more "I'm dancing and laughing, who could be sore?" She stood there puzzled and looked all around "There is no music playing, I don't hear a sound" Suddenly he stopped, looked her dead in the eye His gaze was intense, an eternity passed by... "Don't you hear it?" he asked quite concerned She stood listening to the wind in the trees, and a fire that burned Shaking her head puzzled and shy "I don't hear a thing, hard as I try" He smiled gently and embraced her hand "Dear girl, try and understand" "We are awash in a symphony old as time," "Its delicately blaring for more than mankind" My heart was pounding as my eyes began to glisten I felt that song, I did more than listen That woman walked away thinking he was mad He resumed dancing anything but sad That moment of silence moved and inspired me To stop filling gaps and learn how to be Its song that can't end because it did not begin Its a song that surrounds us but comes from within Life is too precious to ever be bored So I danced with that man, and I'll dance ever more!

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Emotional flow Steep climb is terrible fall Vibrate middle way

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Mar 16, 2015

Mar 16, 2015 at 8:42 PM UTC

nils-andrew-lantz

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Emotional flow Steep climb is terrible fall Vibrate middle way

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Alone I was born, alone I grew Among the family and friends I knew Clawing and scratching to obtain the seeds Of the branches containing all I was told I need I fought hard to collect and harder to keep Illusions of happiness no matter how cheap Through battles external but mainly within I strove to obtain what no man could win From under the blanket of stress and despair The wheels were turning, I was becoming aware Though I still resisted even harder those days Allowing sorrow to blossom into depression and craze New visions of life formed and displayed How few decisions were appropriately made I wallowed in fear of what lay before me Continued descent? or change the story? Damage was done in amounts quite immense And little to work with besides my two cents Balanced on the knife, sluggish and beaten I took the first steps to redeem this heathen Those movements created a spark, then a fire Which tempered a strong and passionate lyre Strumming the chords of my new found epic A phoenix reborn out of a relic Insight grows as I learn to release Suddenly alone, but also at peace In that peace the future grows bright Alone in the unknown never felt so right

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Mar 16, 2015

Mar 16, 2015 at 8:41 PM UTC

nils-andrew-lantz

Perspective of one

Alone I was born, alone I grew Among the family and friends I knew Clawing and scratching to obtain the seeds Of the branches containing all I was told I need I fought hard to collect and harder to keep Illusions of happiness no matter how cheap Through battles external but mainly within I strove to obtain what no man could win From under the blanket of stress and despair The wheels were turning, I was becoming aware Though I still resisted even harder those days Allowing sorrow to blossom into depression and craze New visions of life formed and displayed How few decisions were appropriately made I wallowed in fear of what lay before me Continued descent? or change the story? Damage was done in amounts quite immense And little to work with besides my two cents Balanced on the knife, sluggish and beaten I took the first steps to redeem this heathen Those movements created a spark, then a fire Which tempered a strong and passionate lyre Strumming the chords of my new found epic A phoenix reborn out of a relic Insight grows as I learn to release Suddenly alone, but also at peace In that peace the future grows bright Alone in the unknown never felt so right

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Always have I watched you, never understood You dance as though a marionette, a mere doll of wood Yet as we dance you take the lead following steps quite known to me however done more skillfully and with much greater speed Through you I have lived a million lives, through me you outlived them all Despite the choreography I begin to see the height we have to fall The more I gaze the more I see It is with this sight you have blinded me This world we create eclipses another But for the moment we see no other We twirl around in close embrace All the while we increase the pace I speak of you as though a lover While ushering others to your cover As we stand awe inspired Our gaze grows vigilant, never tired Increase the beat as arrival nears Its now the time I get the fear Impatience slows the sands of time Now im but a child waiting in line Anticipation has made you great By now I no longer wish to wait The fear inside begins to grow As all others have let go Your once grand world is crumbling down This truth continues to weigh my crown Lost in your world of merriment I ebb towards retirement Like the grasshopper I have danced too long Thus winter is about to dawn The decision here is quite complicated Do I finish our waltz or merely vacate it? This dance is both my greatest accomplishment as well as my fiercest downfall I could be known for it or not at all Now my mind is shrouded in mist My next step could lead over the precipice My final thoughts are the ramblings of a buffoon One who wants his cake but wishes to consume I will not give up this dream of mine nor shall I give in I shall find a way to dream my dream, but, also I shall win

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Mar 16, 2015

Mar 16, 2015 at 8:24 PM UTC

nils-andrew-lantz

My gift to the dream.

Always have I watched you, never understood You dance as though a marionette, a mere doll of wood Yet as we dance you take the lead following steps quite known to me however done more skillfully and with much greater speed Through you I have lived a million lives, through me you outlived them all Despite the choreography I begin to see the height we have to fall The more I gaze the more I see It is with this sight you have blinded me This world we create eclipses another But for the moment we see no other We twirl around in close embrace All the while we increase the pace I speak of you as though a lover While ushering others to your cover As we stand awe inspired Our gaze grows vigilant, never tired Increase the beat as arrival nears Its now the time I get the fear Impatience slows the sands of time Now im but a child waiting in line Anticipation has made you great By now I no longer wish to wait The fear inside begins to grow As all others have let go Your once grand world is crumbling down This truth continues to weigh my crown Lost in your world of merriment I ebb towards retirement Like the grasshopper I have danced too long Thus winter is about to dawn The decision here is quite complicated Do I finish our waltz or merely vacate it? This dance is both my greatest accomplishment as well as my fiercest downfall I could be known for it or not at all Now my mind is shrouded in mist My next step could lead over the precipice My final thoughts are the ramblings of a buffoon One who wants his cake but wishes to consume I will not give up this dream of mine nor shall I give in I shall find a way to dream my dream, but, also I shall win

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