#winding
The first thought emerging in morning mind:
"World blind to suffering"
Is winding road going where I desire?
Question I'm reluctantly uttering
Dec 11, 2023
Dec 11, 2023 at 5:15 AM UTC
hypnotic dreams, what are you telling me?
I feel everything, I feel myself unraveling
the beautiful ribbons suddenly choking me
I can't breathe, I can't see
the winding road ahead, me ever leaving this bed
possibilities are endless but not in my head
there's only one way or else I stray
cannot see myself set ablaze at the stake
I thought I was magic
turns out I am just a magnet for tragic endings
suspending my beliefs, diving deep
I hope I can reignite the spark in me
the sparks I bleed and not just drown in this sea
heaven watch over me
Nov 12, 2021
Nov 12, 2021 at 5:48 PM UTC
Twinoak beloved.
The long and winding road
That leads to your door
Will never disappear
I've seen that road before
It always leads me here
Lead me to you door
The wild and windy night
That the rain washed away
Has left a pool of tears
Crying on and on.
Why leave me standing here?
Let me know the way
Many times I've been alone
And many times I've cried
Anyway, you'll never know
The many ways I've tried
And still they lead me back
To the long winding road
You left me standing here
A long long time ago.
Don't left me standing here.
Lead me to your door.
you pledged love to me
our heart was treasure
ask and it shall be given.
knock it shall be opened..
I got it way too late dear
~~~~
glad you came alone
my once upon time true love
ending sadly at crossroads
again again to revolving turned
your chosen sad lyrics
I treasure thanks for the ride
my greatest teacher you are.
~~~~~
By: Karijinbba
Sep 27, 2021
Sep 27, 2021 at 2:01 AM UTC
are we lost in the curves of life
winding in, and around, and straight through
straight through the crazy reality
in and around each other
all of us, surrounded by ourselves, but not really there
Brian Hill - 2020 # 78
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 9:41 AM UTC
Life is life
Winding streets
Laughter
Love
Moving feet
Take every step
With cautious care
Eventually
You will get somewhere
Nov 23, 2019
Nov 23, 2019 at 12:18 PM UTC
_Love travels sideways,
Down dark alleys,
Along winding country lanes;
Arrives late,
Hesitates too long,
Leaves early;
A journey to take,
A destination unmapped,
An invitation to linger when we least expect it._
Mar 1, 2020
Mar 1, 2020 at 12:00 AM UTC
_... intricate weavings unlaced,
winding steps retraced,
unleash the magic of the maypole,
god and goddess made whole..._
Jun 1, 2019
Jun 1, 2019 at 7:33 PM UTC
Wind it up
So it beats
At a rhythmic pace
Skim your finger over it
Cherishing it
And its fragility
Shatter it
To let the emotions flow outward
As you have broken my heart
Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 3:47 PM UTC
I follow the winding, the way beyond the farthest places
between trees knotted menacing with darkened faces
under mossy roots that twist and trip with a mischievous cackle
over heights and falls that beckon death's clanking shackle
and if you fall in, lose your precious breath
to tree limbs tangled scratching at vulnerable flesh.
A green roof above and green floor below
but my eyes look ahead, to where the silver meadows did grow
Remorse remembers all that passed before the eye
burnt of fire forgotten and ash was strewn across the sky
and now only memory does remain
of silver meadows and the golden rain.
This land is dampened with the morning dew
that daren't melt but for the light of moon
where mossy things are stowed in sunken places
and beautiful wonders lay behind rock faces,
I know the way, but do not lightly follow
As sunset brings forth demons beyond tomorrow.
I wish to find her: the lady silk
Her hands weaving threads of fates who twist and separate
her threads she brought from those older places past
Where nascent fauns with youthful voices fastly gleam and chatter
and deftly danced to delights in the silver meadows
When all was false and truth was shaded
all liars happily in reflections reflected
pale faces feinted in humorous deception
and all charismatic affectations were familiar expression.
singing songs of passing pleasures in strange dialect
All was serene was silver mirrors reflecting
save the flow of golden liquid cool and still
which seeped from sky to hill and then chalice filled.
I walk to see the lady
who has one eye black and one eye white
and carries a silver knife which- in moonlight flashes bright.
I will wearily watch for it's flashing tomorrow night,
for she doesn't know it, but I was also born of moon's pale light.
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 6:36 PM UTC
HUMAN WORLDS
are like sips of whiskey
GODS WORLD
is like the first Great River.
MY WORLDS
are because of my thirst
AND HIS WILL BEYOND THIS WORLD
will flow forever
through the valley of eternal consciousness
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 2:17 AM UTC
Potential
I was told I had potential
That I could do great things
But nothing has transpired
Into the glory that it brings
And so the bar gets lowered
As far as it can go
Until, it can get no lower
No more room for me to grow
Perspective is welcomed greatly
Opinions come and go
Focus is illusive
As well the ebb and flow
Focus is illusive
As well the ebb and flow
I've been stagnant without direction
As the years pass and I grow old
The consensus is its never too late
Or at least that's what I've been told
It's far, so far beyond my vision
Down that long and winding road
I once thought I held it in my grasp
But it slipped right through the fold
Focus is illusive
As well the ebb and flow
Focus is illusive
As well the ebb and flow
Greatness isn't given
Or earned through years alone
It's what we say and how we say it
It's with our words and tone
It's possible you've reached your peak
Up the mountain through the snow
It's still no cause to lower the curtain
After each and every show
Focus is illusive
As well the ebb and flow
Nothing is more conducive
Than letting shine your inner glow
If there's a chance then you should take it
Show us all how much you've grown
From the prince who lost his kingdom
To a crowned king on his throne
Not everyone can make it
The choice is yours and yours alone
Just don't become complacent
When the world is yours to own
Focus is illusive
As well the ebb and flow
Nothing changes without change
When you still have room to grow
Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 5:46 PM UTC
This winding road I've traveled,
Once forgotten, twice removed.
Has left its mark upon my heart
Lost among the shadows, clouded by the dark.
This winding road has made familiar
Each trial I've had to bear,
Each turn a passing ray of light
Embracing me with care.
This winding road I look for
Each day I hasten now my pace
To quickly find the matter,
The secret to the race.
This winding road a test for me
To answer to the call.
God calls fourth his mighty army
To give witness to it all.
This winding road a straighter path
Familiar now it seems,
Not so deeply meant to be
A puzzlement for me.
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 8:39 AM UTC
a winding pathway
leads to where i dare not roam
still i venture on
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 10:31 PM UTC
On I walk a winding road
choked by thicket on both sides,
A lonesome path seldom strolled
but for a raven eyed
Sky dyes to red,
plagued by smothered light
The Vagrant seems to emanate
never within sight,
He follows in my gait
as fright blooms into night,...
On we walk the winding road
feet fall stride for stride,
The Ravens cries do not bode
well of what will betide
The Wanderer begins to goad
a creeping suicide,
It matters not, what cycles rot
nor incubus I sheath,
His laughters in my very thoughts
The echoes raze beneath
On I walk the winding road
Only one, I stand
The Raven flies overhead
we walk it hand in hand
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 9:52 AM UTC
Muscles are a network of steel cables.
Winding together forming the landscape of the body,
Coiled to spring, convolted and twisting.
Rigid and strained, beneath the skin.
Taut. Tense.
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 4:46 AM UTC
Hold on, oh lass!
It isn't over yet.
The further you go,
The more difficult it'll get.
Breathe, oh beloved!
It shall end soon.
Remember that time
is a curse and a boon.
Like a river, it flows,
waiting for no one.
It cannot be reversed,
a deed once done.
This life shall disappear
in a blink of an eye.
You'll be left to wonder
when did the day die.
Time is a treasure,
guard it with your life.
If misused,
it shall tear you apart.
Keep a firm grip.
You shall be alright.
Yes, you are alone
and yet, you can fight.
Don't take too long
or stand and gaze.
Your time shall run out
and you, it shall raze.
It won't be easy.
Things may go wrong.
But such is life,
winding and long.
And yet, it is short,
this life we live.
Such is its way that
it'll take what it'll give.
Hold on, oh lass!
It'll end as it should.
For our time is filled
with days, bad and good.
Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 3:39 AM UTC