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As this bird
After so long took jauntily to the sky
Once again
He held his head high in triumph
After so long being confined and contained
He soars gratefully
Majestically through the air
For perpetually he fell, contemplating
Why not?
Having been in despair
Imprisoned so long
It's all he knows

Today gravity shall not take him
Euphoria is counter-intuitive
And he falls up into the clouds
This bird did smile then,
at such a wondrous epiphany
Freedom

The torment was over
Replaced with magnificent opportunity
No longer will his song remain unheard
The melody of vindication
has permeated his body and soul
His relief a sigh
A new song fills his heart
When the mind wages war on it's own
Tearing away with no mercy within
Overpowering thoughts
wrench,
           creep,
                   crawl,
Twist and turn through the heart
Ever the victim
Chaos ensues
To lie down wounded and bleeding
Peculiar because with pain
the war is not over
With pain, though
The war is not lost

Overwhelming because
It's unexplainable to touch
Listening patiently
And the same thoughts
Once brought such joy
The ember now burns dimly

But the heart continues it's beat
Though wounded, still alive
Though drowning, resuscitated
Stand strong, keep going!
This is what was told
The belief, the faith.
Unquestioned, sheer strength in wisdom
What is known
What will be
Forever
Now, speak with power!
Feel with passion!

Remain listening.
What You know.
You know nothing
"Everyone quiet now."

A rose petal floats through the air
so effortlessly
Always reaching the ground
too quickly

Is it falling
or does it scamper away?

Is it living
or not worth the attention?

Beautiful mystery,
the most lovely thing
to mind or mention.

Frightening discovery
the most lending thing
to tension

"And ugly as sin!"

Yet still heard are bird songs...

"everyone quiet now"

Listen to the wind blow
Feel it kiss and caress your face
Watch flowers bloom

"Out of toxic waste!"

"everyone quiet now"

...
The grass ascends from the ground
Each delicate blade touched by the sun

"Profound! Like worms in the mud!"

"everyone quiet now"

"Hear this, pay stark attention with respect
it may save your life some dark day-inflect"

The sun glistens through all clouds
seeming to envelop the sky
Shining through any darkness
That can and will
Relentlessly devour
Consume all in its path

"Like the leaves on a tree from a mother giraffe!"

"everyone quiet now. This is important."*

Look back to the sky
Sparkling luminously
Ever at day
Ever at night
Powers and magic
Beyond any vast imagination
And you at its core with every sensation
to reveal this much and more, provide inspiration
This poem is a depiction of an environmental enthusiast attempting to enlighten a group of young teenagers using an original poem he wrote, using subtle analogies and foreshadowing love as the idea in the beginning; a tactic to draw them in.
The world is now a medley
Contradictions, paradoxes, and catch-22s
Values and morals broken
by Tolerance

And this is incidentally overly-permissive
her secret is...

The very infrastructure
The basis of normalcy is
not just broken down
But warped altogether
Shabby Spackle cracks reveal CHANGE
Ephemeral periods to lick wounds
That are, indeed, a fallacy
And the dogs howl for convalescence
Imagine the point of no return,
where light can only remain an idea
for the overwhelming pitch black veil enveloping you
Faces distant blur as shadows creep contemptuously
Through a place only light should know
The gateway to the soul has been breached!
Defaced, sold.
With a guaranteed price tag!
Because...?
*Silence
this poem is not about government policy
Of colours in the air
Black is the darkness
and White pure light


Black the epitome of all draining sorrow
and emptiness

-Hollow

White the epitome of pleasure
and innocent delight

-Glow

Yet something always daunting
Remains to be seen
Laughing and taunting
The thin line between

Grey is difficult to [   ]
and life is *grey
LIES
Fabrics spun on the spot
So fast


An inevitable noose just winding
Waiting it's descent into particularly sensitive flesh
Pain
Internal suffering to actually bear guilt..
Of truth
Place blame
Place excuses for each web made
All things considered,
it rains.


Rain being ephemeral in it's extent
Yet always powerful in it's duration
Rain is the silent secrets that out pour
As claws dig in and tear away
Send them all out, and bleed
The only way wounds mend
Take all the thoughts
Flooding
Jumbled
Messy
Wild river...
And clarify
Cease the riptide
Guilt.Frustration.Blame.Shame.


And all the same river that creates them
Even with eyes shut
Perpetually, we are in control


LIES**


...Tell yourself that
Close your eyes
Just dream
Smile
It will stop raining soon, sweet child
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow—
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream:
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand—
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep
While I weep—while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
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