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Michael Aug 2022
Shadows reflected, fading into the glass.
To show what awaits us.  To reveal what has passed.
Salvage your soul, depart from your quest.
I shall detain you and you may find rest.
Distorted illusions.  Confusions and doubt.
The light once shown brightly, now suddenly out.
As the clouds roll ahead.  An unstoppable storm.
For the truth in the darkness is the truest in form.
Dark mirrors truth
Michael Apr 2022
Dark and heavy,
You make it lighter.
Cold and empty,
You are my fire.
Life is heartache,
You are laughter.
You forever,
My ever after.
Michael Apr 2022
Light that falls like dust.
Blown into particles of brilliant colors,
to show the beating of our booming hearts.
Like magic they sprinkle the world
with beauty and hope.
It's as if for one night the stars themselves
bring forth the wonders of our universe for
  only a few passing moments.
I stare at them as they burn their mark of memory,
and ponder the irony.
That something so virtuous could be used
  so violently.
That greed, distrust, and continuous fuss,
could one day leave this world in a crater of dust.
Danger!   Keep out of hands of children.
Yet children we are.  All of us.
Michael Mar 2022
War serves a selfish desire to conquer,
or a righteous cause to defend.
For what good is blood spilt to gain more,
while blood is poured out to keep what's sacred?
War is sadness at its saddest.
With utter madness built up with complete hatred,
blinded from the differences of our kin.
History repeats itself again.
Michael Feb 2022
Anger eats the heart, blinds the mind,
Kills the soul, dulls our shine.
Founded from the dust of the ground,
our echoes' never are silenced.
Our minds can never be sound in hate.
We know we are slaves, for release we await..
Dealing with this grief that we bury,
Chained to the coffins we carry.
Voilence seems the only road.
War's the only way to change this world..
or so we've been told.
We like to think we're knocking on Heaven's Door,
but sadly I can see that we're not anymore..
Keeping our hopes impailed..
Hammering down our nails.
There's a light at the end of the long dark run.
A fire that's been since it all begun.
He made the worlds and stars,
with Love,
so hate is ours.
Michael Jan 2022
While love exists with hate, love cannot be at peace.
While hate exists with love, hate cannot be absolute.
Michael Dec 2021
Peter Pan.
They say you can't fly off your feet.
To grab a ticket and take a seat.
That we are not in Neverland.
But to them, Magic is just anything
that can be displayed on a screen.
They've forgotten everything.
We are not in Neverland.
I imagine once when I met my shadow,
I chased it endlessly.
Never to think that shadow
had always been sewn to me.
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