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 Sep 2015 Reza Bavar
SE Reimer
~

here our gathered shadows,
in this hallowed place,
'neath its high hewn beams,
within its vacuous space;
to these storied walls,
we add our sighs of suffering;
to these earthly halls
for you in love we bring
our ties of heart and this,
for you a proxied offering,
for you a plea for peace,
on your behalf entreat,
a prayer for hope, for rest.
as earthly labors cease,
as in the distance,
earthly mem’ry fades,
may all its toil,
its daily rage,
dispelled as vapor be,
and in its place
may love remain,
as you ever rest in peace.

~

*post script.

for those lost from these halls,
taken from us ’fore their time
for Ernest, the Seeker, the Dreamer!
i matter the most
you said so
yourself
and yet
i matter second
when other
things concern
yourself

i understand
i know i'm not
the only thing you
think about
i'm not selfish
enough to
think i'm
your world

i have a place
at the top of your list
as long as other
things that matter
don't pop up
on your list

i have a place
and i stick
to it
i'm limited to
that place
but at least
i have it
Limited.. even though I should be the opposite
Matt, why didn't you talk to someone?
Why didn't tell a friend how you were feeling?
You could have let out all the sadness
You could have stayed, you could still be here

Matt, your mom is broken
She cries a lot
She wonders about you
She misses you
I miss you

Matt, your little brother is struggling
He doesn't smile as much
And his eyes tell you that he's seen too much
Ryan needs you

*Matt, I need you
Why did you have to go?
And no one saw her hurting
They saw glimmering reflections of themselves
Off the broken shards that she was made up of
 Dec 2014 Reza Bavar
Daan
I am scared of miscommunication
taking away the elation
of utopic conversation.

I'm not afraid of emancipation,
not on my toes for equality.
I'm horrified by overcompensation.

Our youth hardwires us into some basic
identity, from then on we may choose.
I ask myself what life would be like, if everything was equal.
I prefer the high bridge.
 Dec 2014 Reza Bavar
DC raw love
Do we distract or react
To or from a situation

When things become unclear
Control your mind and be sincere

Hold your emotions be real
Think things through
No ones out to get you

These are not poems
They are writings

Writings about real life
That you may already know

But a refresher course
Is always good to know

— The End —