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George van Horn Feb 2016
Have you ever looked in the mirror and seen yourself?
Or can you not see the soul through the eyes?
Stare until a glare has come, and left you holding your own existence in the palm of your hand
Stare until you lose the predetermined idea of what you are
Stare until you see yourself through the looking glass
And not just looking at the glass of your eye
Past the disguise is something purely extraordinary
See for yourself
Let me see who I came to be,
I want to unravel the madness I inhaled so quickly,
I need a guide to my mind,
A map that can show me everything I have to hide,
Everything I cant remember and everything I left behind.
show me a movie of my fondest memories,
Show me the details I can no longer grasp due to my uncanny tendencies.
I want to see where I’ve been.
Reveal to me all of my sins,
So I can say that everything I went through
made me stronger than the devil had planned.
Therefore,
I win.
I rest in the arms of myself. I've spent the last years of my childhood in the arms of the wrong person, and I have had no regrets leaving. The meaning of love have changed places with lust and strong emotions. Now I'm on a journey to search for myself before I trust anyone to hold what I've been protecting for so long. Love should be shared for one to know and the other to learn. The meaning of love is everlasting and never quaking in fear. Love is what I'm looking for. If I find it in myself then maybe one day I can share it with someone who will hold it with pure intentions. I'm sorry for those I've hurt, but you weren't the one. Take this time to be yourself before jumping into the arms of a stranger. Life is too complicated to make guesses. Be strong and hold out, for life has many hidden secrets and strong paths for you to walk. Don't fear what could be, fear what you've seen and tread this path heavily. Falling isn't the worst to happen, the worst to happen is to not walk any path because of fear.
This is not for a particular person. This is meant to be felt and heard.
Alan S Bailey Dec 2015
Mind and spirit, the principle of human being...
This is not what one has known to be simple,
Yet advanced as we are, the truth still eludes,
An everyday individual, yet what are they?
Simplicity is found in the reality of our youth,
Is this life just  a concept of time and space?
Were we really brought here by some sort of
Alien space ship, or a genetic miracle master race?
I wouldn't assume anything. Sitting under the pine tree,
You can see every last hue as perfect, as real as time made
It out to be, just as light takes time to reach you,
Was brought to your eyes so you could truly see,
See that which is actually a part of you and me.
To be one with environment, you see the unruly storm,
You see the hot dust of the desert, you see the ice of
The glacier, the mountain and it's frosty height, or the
Beautiful garden and all it's delights, if you can
Look closely, a person falls asleep, dreaming,

*You can see it all living within their being...
Just saying-we must be part of the universe, our emotions and human needs can not exist if we are greater than the whole of all we are given, our natural needs-to survive
Whitney Jade Sep 2015
By day,
wondrous
miracles
seem to
fade...
though be it
more light
to betray.
      
By night,
the stars
and moon
intently
portray
a better view
of the
world
around us.
Alan S Bailey Jul 2015
I woke up to realization,
This life is a joke,
There's god on his throne:
"OH! There, I feel like I'll have to taketh-away,
Let's go burn down some foster home!"

But let's face it, I'm an "idiot," I haven't seen
The light, can't tell if it's day or night,
This universe is there for us or so they say,
But in the end I'm just too foolish to understand,
Meaning is finding value in what life is SO GRAND,
Why is love dashed upon the rocks and left to cry?
Did someone send us all a post-card from the sun,
Perhaps with a reason why the criminal just won't die,
Even when innocent life simply must go on it can't,
We've got value, we are not just "human ants...!"

*OR ARE WE?
You were that someone
When there was no one

Thanks for lending an ear
I almost shed a tear
Yet I didn't want to show fear

I was falling apart
Thanks for having a big heart

The support you gave
It was all that I crave

Those words of encouragement
They gave me enlightenment

During those days my mind was clouded
My head was shrouded

Here I give you
A poem that may posses being blue
But let me be true
I just wanted to THANK YOU...
:)
:)
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