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LAURA LYNCH Jun 2012
On my face I was smiling … yet inside convulsing
With fear and with dread did I stand there skulking
Time to face those old ghosts of the past
Too long I’ve waited … I have to sift through the morass.

[April 27, 2012]
LAURA LYNCH Jun 2012
His life had been the kind that touched the wind,
That defied the rain, that became a part of all that was.
Twas his effort alone that turned the pedals,
That spun the wheels and took him where he e’er would go.
Sophisticated man he was, dismounted his bike when day was done.
Saddest day when his foot was stayed, like the setting of the sun

(May 1, 2012)
LAURA LYNCH Jun 2012
Sometimes I find that my way is unclear
Life goes so fast it’s hard to stay near
To the goals I intended to be my life’s focus
My life seems ******* in what seems to be pointless
Clarity, vision … I must make some decisions
To line up my life to what I initially envisioned
The years, months and days so quickly fade away
There’s no button in life that is labeled replay
Time is a gauge that reminds me to remember
To grab all I can in life's great adventure.
LAURA LYNCH Jun 2012
Suddenly a bud breaks forth
With all beauty and expectant life.
Held steady by the branch which holds it;
Secured by love through day and night.

The full beauty of this new birth
Still held within its being,
Is nourished by that which keeps it -
By that which sees the unseen.

Soon the lovely leaf is seen
In all of its great splendor;
The colors show such giftings.
Its potential, who can measure?

Suddenly, though held so close,
That life is drawn away
By earthly pleasures, joy unmeasured;
That leaf now flies away.

Once released, it flies unfettered,
Free from all that held it.
Able to go now its own way
Forgetting the one who kept it.

The freedom feels alive and new,
True joy it seems revealed.
Hovering above all that was taught
The branch’s ways concealed.

As quickly as the freedom came
So fear that one now knew.
Unhappiness and misery,
The days of joy now few.

Falling, falling, down so low
To places yet unknown;
Beneath the hands that held it close
To the ground – alone.

The cold of winter covers up
The beauty of the colors.
Death now closes in that heart
Upon it darkness hovers.

But, the hands reach down to lift me up.
That voice of comfort lulls me.
She speaks to me encouraging words.
Her wisdom breaks me free.

Once again I fly so high
But, not so far again
From loving arms and faithfulness;
My mom and I ascend.

To places high and lifted up;
To heaven’s perfect love
I find myself where I belong,
Where she saw me all along.


http://serendipityplus.files.wordpress.com/2012/05/falling-leaf.jpg?w=640&h;=353
LAURA LYNCH May 2012
Am I not looking – looking to achieve
Perfection the world wants – what it so desperately needs
A perfection it yearns for and what it deserves
What it cannot acquire yet constantly serves
Like a bullet through the heart … through time and space
Past the coils of life through gestures, nods and superfluous gates
Guarding affections, guarding the heart … steel strong gates – a rich man’s rampart
Plastic smiles, contemptuous nods, illustrious masks intricately designed
Whitewashed catacombs of the walking dead
Represented as fine art in a collector’s shed

Time unravels, peeling paint, broken fences, broken gates
Locks torn open, curtains in two, windows broken, you get a clue
Of perfection’s illusion, of perfection’s cruel hoax,
From it’s tonic we drink, so drunk that we choke
Choke on its lies, choke til we die … die from within til it reaches outside
Banished like lepers rejected, diseased; no longer relevant – society’s ill-ease
- May 27, 2012 -
LAURA LYNCH Apr 2012
Passion … Indulgence … gave way to illusions
Decisions excluding correct moral solutions
Inhaling, exhaling just breathing it in
Lost in the moment … trapped by a whim

Intoxicated … Deluded … caught in the romance
Deception unfurling diabolical plans
Destruction … seduction … led to compulsion
Regression … digression …  complete disconnection

Eroded completely … no more than a shell
A traumatized victim of my self induced hell
Stumbling … falling … twisting and turning
Losing my grip on reality’s sermon

Where is my Hope?  Is there mercy yet found
To undo this offence?  Have I been disavowed?
You trusted … I lied … You loved… I denied
You called …  I refused … Not You … only I

Passion … Substitution … the only conclusion
Sacrifice led to correct moral solutions
Inhaling, exhaling … just breathing it in
Found at that moment … your love led me in
LAURA LYNCH Apr 2012
“***** and secure, yet weathered and worn
Faithfully it stood surviving the storms
Cracking and peeling … its colors are muted
Stubbornly standing yet obviously wounded
Absorbing abuse for those in her shelter
Unobtrusively stands against all ghostly specter”
My sister lives on a large piece of property upon which is beautifully weathered barn.  I photographed it and this short poem flowed out after meditating a bit on the photo.
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