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Liz Anne Dec 2011
Rocky and blanched as they are
These mountains are mine

They are not evergreen
But they do see sun and snow

Tufts of flowers and snake's tombs
Paint their sides

Winds and rains bruise their peaks
And beat their sides

But deep in their valley
They protect my heart

So next time you glance
Please remember

These mountains are mine
Liz Anne Dec 2011
The most beautiful clouds are those just before the storm

Peaceful are the tears that fall before the sky breaks

Troubles on the horiz' seem large and forever reaching

Doubtful are the smiles soon to part after the peaceful dark

Black shadows keep sunlight and blue from breaking through

Waiting hearts and hopeful parts find stillness in the sky

They'll search for the calm before the coming pass

Chaplin's words ring true for those who refuse to let fear in

In the placid moment before the storm effervescent hearts

Hold to the knowing hope that beyond the dark there is

A waiting light
Liz Anne Dec 2011
Snowflake shingles
Brash happy jingles
They sing a song of winter
And here I stand in a large crowd’s empty hand
Silently screaming for another existence
And I throw my hands high and I wave at the sky
Inaudible invisible it’s a wonder I exist at all
They pull you in with sharp giddy hands
And all the while they cannot reach you
You and I we wonder if they really know
The sustenance they’re selling has hardly substance at all
Plastic memories and porcelain smiles
And they try to tell me its all worth the while
Paper and bows and more food than I could possibly eat
What’s treasured what’s valued
How could they even know?
Is it all worth it to slave away?
Just to slake greed for one single day
Liz Anne Dec 2011
Sometimes I think I’ve found the flower
The one from which all things breathe
And I think I can finally see
The reasons for all that’s meant to be
But as I bend to touch, with calloused hand
It wilts away to leave seed for another day
Liz Anne Dec 2011
I wonder who you'd be
Without your misery
You say you want a better life
Reaching for a happier day
But will it leave you with less to say?
Who you are and who you want to be
Are separated only by your plight
What becomes of a soldier after the fight?

Tearless you, when it rains
Can't let go of your pains
Falling hopeless, you won't change
Beneath your fear you are curled
I wonder what you'd ask of the world
After you'd had freedom from your chains
Would life be the same with no one to blame?
Or would you crack without a cursed name?

Bliss should help you to soar
Could you even tell anymore
What it is to be happy?
Yet laughter frequents your face
Has your heart ever truly left that place?
Where did you hide the key to that locked door?
Lost in the darkness of your misery?
Why is your own happiness so hard to see?
Liz Anne Dec 2011
What a horrible thought
That I am alone
And you are not
I'm a bit cautious to post this one . . . I feel that its a bit to familiar to be my own . . .
Liz Anne Dec 2011
Falling freely into cascading commotion
Sound and scent engulf emotion
[Not everything is as important as it seems]

Cars creaking find their way to houses heaving
Daily doldrums of amorous ambition
[Not even love guiding can prevent loneliness]

Streaming spouts leave rusty rings
Shoes worn short between dreamless dozing
[Not entirely awake are you?]

[Not every day do bluebirds come]
            [Not every day do miracles come]
                        [Not every day does vision come]
This one owes its title to The Doors' "The End".
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