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Lyn Geist Sep 2015
I’m told there is a purpose
To every failed try
A meaning to be found
In every tear I cry.
And yet I ask in vain
To make that purpose clear,
But I see no answer coming
Before faith disappears.
I hear another calling
Another desperate plea,
Another stranger in the dark
Longing to be free.
Release me from the power
Of that which holds me down,
And offer me another way
Another trip around……
Around the plaguing questions
The pain inside my soul,
Around the poor made choices
And The promises I broke.
My life has been for nothing
And there’s nothing left to give
Nothing to be proud of
A life I can’t forgive.
Lyn Geist Aug 2014
I can hear the sweet whisper
  Of your voice,
It smells of whisky and sunshine
  And I float
With drunken bliss as I feel your
  Kiss upon my lips.
That old country road
  We traveled
Ended at our picket fence
  Where we built
Our lives together.
   Young love
Euphoric and rich.
   I see so clearly
Those still summer nights,
   Time was talking
I wish we would have listened then.
   Youth and wisdom...
Contradictory entities that blind the eyes
   Of worldly knowledge.
We see what lies behind us
   After mistakes are made.
Retrospect is of no use when
   Damage is done.
Now I sit in the car staring down
   That old country road
Past that white picket fence
   Wondering yet again
Where we'd be if only I knew
   What I didn't know then.
Lyn Geist May 2014
Dry eyes
Pink balloons
Satin sheets
Nothing is related to the other.
Nothing makes sense.
A thousand words are written
A million songs are sung.
The days are slowly churning, tic toc
Here comes another one.
Hello was for a moment
Goodbye will last forever
Yet inside this spec of time
Your face I still remember.
The way your auburn hair would fall
When you just arose from bed
Or how your smile lit the room
We had so many years ahead.
Staring down upon this stone
As the sunshine warms the day
I relive every moment
All the silly games we played.
Inside I'm numb to everything
I can't help but wonder why
We didn't get to live our life
Or why you had to die.
Teary eyes
Blue roses
Teacups
Nothing is related to the other
Nothing makes sense.....
Lyn Geist Apr 2014
You will remember me the way you left me,
Sobbing as the wretched heat blistered my eyes with sweat.
Desperately searching the shadows of your face
For an answer that wasn't there.
Afraid to be alone in my world of darkness,
I begged you to continue to share it with me.
After all it was you who poured the sadness into the sun.
It was you who leaked anger into into love.
It was you who stole the smile from my soul.
It was I who let you.
You will remember my tears and frustration,
My sorrow and desperation.
You will remember me cracked and broken.
You didn't see me mend, or come to life again
Without the pressure of your stone upon my heart.
You took the darkness with you when you left
And the glittering sunshine in your wake,
Momentarily blinded me.
But as the day grew gentle,
and sweat and tears no longer burned against my skin,
I saw the smell of the sunset and heard the beauty of its color
In that whisper of a moment I was indeed alive yet once again.
Lyn Geist Apr 2014
In the misty morning air
The click clopping of shoes
Upon wet cement
Sets my mind
into a musical cadence.
Each drop of rain
Lands in perfect rythym,
Every swoosh of a tire
Lends a crescendo.
A song heard
Time and again.
Born of the monotony
Of one day into the next,
Of one foot in front of the other
Of stories told and retold.
In the shabbiness of the
Morning air
The sun tries
to b link through the clouds
So it can burn through
The frozen humanity
That no longer
Gives a scrap of bread
To a stranger.
I watch as silhouettes
Dance between rain drops
Then scurry into shelter.
The click clopping of sboes
On wet cement has faded
To a stark and silent
Breath of time.
Lyn Geist Apr 2014
Illuminate my life,
My world, My soul. 
Upon forever dreams and desires reside
Then ride away
On the sunset of angry loneliness.
Circular searching for A little peace,
a corner of the table cloth,
A breath of significance in your world. 
Darkened days become darker nights
Another chance at hell on your way to heaven.
And When the bitterness decides
to seep from the soul
And the anger leaves its place
Along with it will go 
The memory of your face. 
Standing on the edge of goodbye
  Apr 2014 Lyn Geist
Legion
When you see her cry
     you get a rag,
a gentle delicate cloth.
                                        Lovingly grasp her hand
                                               and dab its tip;
                                       dry each tear as they come.
                                                           ­                               And ask each drop
                                                            ­                                   why it'd leave
                                                           ­                               such beautiful eyes.

  If she wishes
to be in the sky,
  tell her to go.
                              Take the sun ransom,
                              and replace its shining
                                    with her own.
                                                            ­          So you can see her every morning
                                                         ­                          and wish for her
                                                                ­                  return each night.

When you see her scars
  both visible and non-
    touch each gently.
                                             And remind her
                                       that each and every hurt
                                            she has survived,
                                                       ­                                 has only made her
                                                                ­                   that much more unique;
                                                         ­                              that much stronger.

  Show her that she
  is a special person
and is worthy of love.
                                     That she deserves the love
                                            she fears to give...
                                            show her so that
                                                            ­                     one day after you're gone
                                                            ­                      she can find the strength
                                                                ­                    to go on without you.

    Tell her that while
she might not be a goddess
far above worldly desires,
                                          that she is amazing,
                                         for just being herself
                                    for being that beautiful girl
                                                            ­                   who thinks herself damaged
                                                         ­                         when in truth she's just
                                                            ­                    a different kind of beautiful.

   And finally, love her.
  Like a boy loves a girl
Till she finally remembers
                                            that that's what she is:
                                          not a scar, not a goddess,
                                             not a star. But a girl.
                                                           ­                         That deserves to be loved.
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