4-** Metal

All touched by hand, all glimpsed by eye,
Flavors tasted, feelings held deep inside.
Love's embrace, hate's sharp cutting edge,
Distrust's cold shadow, treasures kept safe.
Gifts bestowed, fates dealt in silence,
Purchases made, pleas whispered low.
Stolen moments, borrowed time's fleeting grace.
Each action etched, each word spoken true.

My soul seeks The Unseen Side, a quiet within the veiled truth,
Why does the light dim, when all was meant to be whole?
This inner realm, where creation takes form,
And destruction sweeps through, leaving traces.
Every choice, every utterance, a ripple sent forth.
The sustenance taken, faces met along the way.
Slighted feelings, conflicts fiercely waged.
I ponder now, what was, what fades, what lies ahead.
The world sings in tune, a cosmic alignment.

The sun shines, its warmth on every living thing,
All that exists, beneath its constant gaze.
The present moment, a fleeting breath,
What has vanished, swallowed by time's flow.
And all that waits, yet to unfold,
Under the vast, encompassing sky.
A silent rhythm, a perfect balance,
Where every element finds its place.

Yet, my spirit finds The Unseen Side, the moon's cold arc across the vibrant sun,
For there is no true dark side, only endless night.
Why does this veil descend, upon such clear accord,
And cast a long shadow on truth's pure light?
Each consumed thought, every brief encounter,
All slights perceived, every battle fought.
The now, the past, the future's distant call.
I stand beneath the muted sky, seeking clarity.
The sun eclipsed, its brilliance momentarily lost.

4-** Metal

Moments trickle, a dull day's slow descent,
Hours slip by, frittered in careless ways.
A lone figure walks familiar ground,
Waiting for a sign, a guiding light.
The static air hangs heavy, undisturbed,
A quiet anticipation, unfulfilled.
Shadows lengthen with the turning sun,
Marking time in silent, measured beats.

My spirit feels the Echoes of a Missed Start, the cold, hard tick of lost chances,
A weariness settles, staying home while life unfolds unseen.
Why does the heart pause, when youth stretches long,
And opportunities drift on the passing breeze?
Ten years vanish, a whisper in the wind,
The starting gun fired, its echo lost to silence.
I yearn for purpose, a clear, swift path,
Lost in the waiting, a soul adrift.

The sun dips, a relentless, burning orb,
Chased by a runner, forever behind.
Its light endures, a constant in the heavens,
Yet the body ages, breath grows short.
Each year a swift current, shrinking paths,
Plans wither, half-formed thoughts on crumpled pages.
Quiet desperation, a familiar weight,
The melody ends, a silence descends.

My being resists the Echoes of a Missed Start, this relentless push towards the inevitable end,
Each year feels swifter, time an elusive grasp.
Why does the spirit cling to fleeting moments,
When the grand design beckons, unseen?
The song fades, a whispered memory,
Yet a lingering thought, a final word unsaid.
I seek a haven, a warmth against the cold,
To find return, where comfort softly calls.
Home, home again, a solace found.

4-01 Metal
Rocks below, a heart laid bare,
Tides recede, a shattered soul.
Wounds are fresh, a fortress built,
Hands reach out, a comfort sought.
Flames ignite, a journey starts,
Shadows fade, echoes remain.
Intruders creep, mistrust takes hold,
Questions sting, a mournful song.

I thought the pain, a distant shore,
But Shattered Reflections now appear.
Her wounds mirrored, my own deep scars,
Betrayal's echo, a haunting fear.
Feelings stirred, a flame's rebirth,
Unintentional, yet deeply true.
Doppelgängers rise, from depths below,
Lost and drowned, in memory's hue.

Helping hands, a mend sought out,
New beginnings, where shadows flee.
Twisted minds, sow doubt and strife,
Betrayal's sting, a lasting pain.
Real or false, the question burns,
Past pains linger, a haunting tune.
Wounds remain, like anything,
Echoes rise, beneath the moon.

Who is real, in this mirrored scene,
Shattered Reflections blur the sight.
The past returns, a haunting trace,
A mournful echo, in fading light.
The heart's long hall, where memories dwell,
A song of pain, that time won't quell.
Yet through the shards, a truth remains,
A strength reborn, from past refrains.