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  Jun 2015 Kody dibble
HRTsOnFyR
Here I spin
Upon a wire
Strip my flesh
And stoke the fire
Bent so low
My soul breaks higher
Of empty hearts
and words
I tire :'(
Trying to keep my sanity. NOT an easy task these days.
Kody dibble Jun 2015
The kids over neat the tree of Silver, laced in
Gold
Smelling the fragrance and touching the bayberries
A soothing practice allowed by a few nobles
Ones with fortress gestures and knitted crowns
Seeping into the further furnace
Desires, lifeless beauty pregnant
Flames burning blue
Washing the window of tomorrow
If there ever was a pane for pain
Broken glass shattered at last
All the kids play beneath the Silver Tree
Laced in Gold,
Laced in Gold
This is a poem from my new poetry collection titled: Gauntlet of Rage

You can find out more about my poetry and work @ http://christismylove.blogspot.com/ or by typing Kody Dibble in at www.amazon.com
  Jun 2015 Kody dibble
niamh
Little whispers
reverberate like thunder
leaving devastation
in their wake
  Jun 2015 Kody dibble
Sjr1000
White boulders
laying side by side
on the Mad River
incline
at low tide.

Boulders breathing
sliding heaving into
the waters currents,
Inquisitive
black eyed faces
with
perpetual smiles,
Maybe they're just built
that way.

Babies crying their mother's name,
But only the River
hears their call
until mothers
as they usually do
return
to nourish their off spring too.

One day not far away
these babies cries
go quiet.

Sand banks fall into the river
the only sound
as the tide
starts flowing back on in.

The ocean one way,
The river the other,
Converging at the mouth,
the two mingle
singing to each other,
Ocean waves
River currents
as the tide changes
from in to out
somehow just like life itself.

One day not to far away
boulders slide
moving into the water
without a mommy cry,
The Mad River
by their side
or
immersed
in the comings and goings
of the tides
sleeping
white boulders
side by side,
Barking from time to time.
The photo on my home page, the mouth, too bad it's not in color.
  Jun 2015 Kody dibble
Pax

I have stopped looking at the clouds
and start staring at cornered walls that surrounds me.

The clear skies that I would dream, wondering the complexities of its heights…

I often believed that the sky would make my dreams come true,
but in reality, all it takes to journey your dream is creating a stepping stone.
You can’t achieve anything without making any step.

I always like to jump into conclusion, fear of failure.
In this case, it hinders the optimism values we always have.

Diving into your deepest thoughts is just like scuba diving without oxygen.
We need to learn how to hold our breaths,  to accept everything
and process every obstacle in the depth of negativity.
For far beyond its deepness, there is light, shiny as pearls.
You’ll learn its wisdom, an insight that will guide you towards reaching any goal…


Written - 09/16/2013
Updated – 04/21/2014

I found this in my files while browsing  some old writes I have. one of my untitled piece that I never got to publish online, now i finally did.

thank you for reading.
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