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The first thought emerging in morning mind: "World blind to suffering" Is winding road going where I desire? Question I'm reluctantly uttering
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Dec 11, 2023
Dec 11, 2023 at 5:15 AM UTC
Morning Mind
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
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Nov 12, 2021
Nov 12, 2021 at 5:48 PM UTC
Heaven Watch Over Me
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
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Sep 27, 2021
Sep 27, 2021 at 2:01 AM UTC
Repost.
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
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Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 9:41 AM UTC
Life Curves
Life is life Winding streets Laughter Love Moving feet Take every step With cautious care Eventually You will get somewhere
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Nov 23, 2019
Nov 23, 2019 at 12:18 PM UTC
Life Is Life
_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._
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Mar 1, 2020
Mar 1, 2020 at 12:00 AM UTC
Sideways
_... intricate weavings unlaced, winding steps retraced, unleash the magic of the maypole, god and goddess made whole..._
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Jun 1, 2019
Jun 1, 2019 at 7:33 PM UTC
Sabbat
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
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Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 3:47 PM UTC
little glass heart
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.
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Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 6:36 PM UTC
The Lady Silk (Pt. 1)
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.
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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
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Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 2:17 AM UTC
Winding Rivers
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
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Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 5:46 PM UTC
Potential
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.
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Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 8:39 AM UTC
The Call
a winding pathway leads to where i dare not roam still i venture on
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Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 10:31 PM UTC
alleyways (haiku)
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
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Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 9:52 AM UTC
Winding Road
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.
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Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 4:46 AM UTC
Tense
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.
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Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 3:39 AM UTC
Hold On