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532 · May 2014
Dream
Tomas Denson May 2014
Was that a dream
is this a dream
i find realities are
tearing me apart
reflections look real
opposed to the ghosts
that haunt my life

Is this a dream
was that a dream
should i bleed for the fantasy
surrender to reality
trapped in a photograph
that trembles with
my screaming mind

Was that a dream
is this a dream
do i live, do i die
for imaginary lives
that are more real
than the reality surrounding me
impossibility chooses

Is this a dream
was that a dream
inside my head
is outside my mind
a lie is more real
then the tuth
of my life
522 · Oct 2014
Beneath
Tomas Denson Oct 2014
His eyes are hooded
                             the looks are dark
Horror fills the twisted thoughts
                             threat of violence in every move
he mumbles to himself
                             walking along alone, surrounded
by those he would save
                              if only they would let it happen
already hoarse the voice continues
                             a throaty whisper filled with angst
at how they treat each other
                             with such disregard
the pains they all seem to feel
                             hidden with false facade
he wants to help them
                             with words or thoughts or deeds
but all he knows is violence
                              it's all his life has been
no other option is clear to him
                              only to fight is known, and so
no-one looks beneath
                              the frightened grizzled face
the eyes pooled with lonely longing
                              a hero without a place
for his aspect does reflect the world
                              a true mirror to this earth
for within burns a soul that wants to help
                              and he does not know how
to extend a hand in graciousness
                               though the palm is much scarred
he cannot, for that lesson
                                was not taught to one as he is
So avoided he is
                                This noble soul
For we cannot look beneath.
516 · May 2014
Although
Tomas Denson May 2014
Why do we struggle against life
fight in opposition to time
we all know we cannot win
Time, no matter how we perceive
always passes
and life
well,
is only our idea.
We still struggle
our combative minds focused
on trying to win
an unwinnable battle.

Although....
is it a battle?
a fight
a struggle
perhaps we are not
in combat.

Why do we journey through life
striding along times route
we know we will never reach
journeys end
times path arrows forever
into the horizon
and life
well,
it is the road we walk on
yet still we move forward
our hopeful minds fixed
on the end of the road
trying to walk
a never-ending path.

Although...
is life a journey?
an adventure
a path
perhaps we are
not moving.

Why do we dance in life
tapping along to times tune
we know we will never move
that final step
times harmony echoes through
our minds
and life
well,
it is the song we move to
yet still we flow
our bodies sway toward
the end of the beat
Trying to complete the patterns
of an unending dance.

Although...
are we dancing?
moving
swaying
perhaps we are not
Dancers.


Although...
maybe we are.
513 · Dec 2014
Scribblings
Tomas Denson Dec 2014
No matter how divided the mind,
Broken the heart,
Conflicted the soul,
The breath of the ocean on skin,
The smell of the sand,
The crash of the waves,
Brings calm
498 · Jul 2014
Saunter
Tomas Denson Jul 2014
I wander through the world
a smile on my lips
around me the aura
of the irrepressibly young
my steps are light
although the shadows pool under branches
my path is washed wonderfully
with the warmth of the sun

An older man approaches
he spies me and with shaking voice decries
"Where would you go, young man
with a step that be so sprightly
thy countenance that shines so
Do you not see the shadows that gather?
life is serious, young sir
and to to be squandered so carelessly"
He grumbles and mutters
the well worn tracks in his mind
carrying old thoughts
"Ah, youth is wasted on the young"

I reply to him, as i must
this upright providence of a youth well spent
"Oh come now Grandfather
why should one look at the shadows
when we can look at the light?
did you not step so lightly once
smile at the world with boldness
have you not seen both
the darkness and the light in life?
Why then, do you choose
to see the shadows of the world?
It may be true what you say
youth may well indeed be wasted on the young
though you seemingly must agree
experience is wasted on the old"

The old man cannot deny my words
this paragon of age
he fades back into the shadows of my mind
and i
i continue on my merry way to self destruction.
490 · Aug 2014
Dis Concerto
Tomas Denson Aug 2014
<Warning: This is brutal, I apologise if i upset.>

There is a scream beginning to resound in the caverns of my mind
Echoing around, bouncing forth and scratching at the walls
There is no sound to this unearthly yell, no form or function precise
It gives it's life to all i have seen, existence in calamitous expression
It cannot be ignored or pushed back into the depths
To writhe and tremble with the other demons thirsting for a chance
It exists as much as i can be, as real as anything here
Within i see many things, for the scream, the scream is me.
My mind is breathless as i am crushed by the lives i am responsible for
The empty accusing eyes stare sightlessly as they pin me to the floor
My scream is soundless here, however theirs is not
The empty lungs sound continuously, a cacophony of regret
This is not my scream, not my sound but theirs, for my grief
For they made their choice, as did i, it was me that walked away
It is for those that could not choose, had no choice, no freedom to exist
The children that paid the toll for the choices adults made
I've seen their tiny bodies bleeding out into the dust
Eyes in desperate incomprehension look at me hope i will make things right
And i cannot do anything but sigh in self disgust.
I didn't take those little lives i was supposed to protect
But it was i that had to watch them die, filled with remorse and regret
To yell within my echoing mind, why not me my life for theirs
And there is no power watching to make a deal with my despair.
That is where the scream began, all those years ago and far away
For every experience similar it has grown and developed teeth
And now it warps around my mind, suffocating thought
Because children are dying is an acceptable phrase and i rage because it's so
Rage again for i am powerless to change such a fate, mine and theirs
So i roar back in fury at the scream resounding through mind
For it's my face screaming back at me in eternal, cacophonous agony.
480 · Apr 2014
Sleep
Tomas Denson Apr 2014
I watch here as she sleeps
This disconcerting girl I know
Her face relaxes, falls to slumber
But not i
No, never i
As the wind is filled
With questions unanswered
And answers unquestioned

Her breathing slows as sleep drifts
A mind slowly moving toward peace
I wait for those eyes to open
But not me
No, never me
I am not what those eyes want to see
In unopened eyes I see hope
In opened only closing.
477 · Jul 2014
Thirst
Tomas Denson Jul 2014
The dead never stay dead

and the living

the living

don't know how to live
460 · Dec 2014
Scribblings
Tomas Denson Dec 2014
I could escape, far away
to the void between Galaxies
and still i would not be free
for my mind turns does turn to you
as hands ever reach
for a burning fire
455 · Dec 2014
Scribblings
Tomas Denson Dec 2014
To the sun we gather
For glory in light
To the endless sky we strive
For the peace between stars
445 · Jun 2014
Evening
Tomas Denson Jun 2014
Evening comes
father sun drops toward the edge of the world
fire leaving the skies
heat fades as light withdraws
it's grace from the face of the mind

Darkness spreads it's cooling tendrils
bathing the earth in gentleness
hiding the faults of life
in compassionate shadow
those that fear embrace
scurry for shelter

The stars wake up
i stand in the darkness
watching the world cool
home is not here

moonlight shines on the oceans surface
the vision is beautiful
the reflection of stars ripple with each wave
mother moon is alive
the heavens seem almost within reach
i stretch for them, as i have many times
as always i gain nothing
there is a lesson here.
430 · Dec 2014
Scribblings
Tomas Denson Dec 2014
For all the oceans endless depth
A drop is all it is
Against the torrent
Of the human soul
425 · Apr 2014
Solitary
Tomas Denson Apr 2014
Solitary figures
we wander throughout
this life, moving in
any direction
alone, always, until
chance conversation
spark off flint
an idea
a pronouncement
and the path is crowded
for a time, then
alone again
The secret, perhaps, is
not to lust after
the moment
however only to enjoy
when they happen
and to bask in
the silence
when they don't
for the warmth
will come again
in time.
410 · Apr 2014
Smile
Tomas Denson Apr 2014
A Mind unfettered
A soul let free
To dream of all these is to be
A sense of wonder
Of hope discovered
An endless source
Of joy uncovered

A heart unfurled
A love let soar
To see a world as it may roar
A place of knowing
Of life reclaimed
An eternal font
Of comfort ordained

A laugh released
A smile liberated
To feel the sun shine
The passion of warmth
Of desire redeemed
A wondrous spring
Of merriment achieved

An enchantment unveiled
Imagination let free
To dance the steps as will be
A glory in movement
Of promise secured
An amazing wellspring
Of future procured

A mind unfettered
A soul let free
To dream of all there is to dream
A sense of wonder
Of hope exalted
An endless source
Of joy anointed.
404 · Apr 2014
Choice
Tomas Denson Apr 2014
A mind divided by choice
When the choice is not its own
A blazing light shrouded by cloud
Love of one
That does not love in return
Can never be returned
That feeling remains
Trapped in a limbo of desire
And control
Forever contesting which way
It may fall

To exist in love is to fall
Fall fall fall
Drift continuous ‘til space
And time are meaningless
Only tears fall as far as love
Subsumed into emptiness
That crowds the mind so full

There is no choice to fall
As there is in life
Only an awareness
As the light burns

It will scour mind clean
Until nothing remains
Alone in the dark
But still whole

That then is the choice
To surrender to love
And lose ourselves
Or to remain who we are
And go alone into the great dark.
397 · Sep 2014
Breath
Tomas Denson Sep 2014
Life

Waking, living, moving

Dancing, running, laughing

Loving, anticipating, joy, surprise

Children, caring, growing, caring, pride

Contentment, leaving, withdrawing

Memories, ageing, fading,

Slowing, dying, sleeping

Death

No breath
383 · Dec 2014
Not a poem
Tomas Denson Dec 2014
I walk around this city a lot. I usually try and smile and meet eyes with the people that walk past. Why? Because it stops me from doing target assessments on them. What i want to do is scream at them and nail their heads to the floor. But i don't, i smile in an happy fashion. Unfortunately not many people get to see that smile, as most Aussies walk around with their heads focussed on the ground, as if to meet someone's eyes is to commit some kind of heinous crime. And it's a shame, because a smile, just one smile, a warm greeting or even just a nod, can change a persons day for the better. So do me a favour - Smile at people, meet their eyes - be friendly. For no other reason then you can.
368 · Mar 2014
Desire
Tomas Denson Mar 2014
A spark ignited on a long dead plain
Scorched broken ground wraps in gentle embrace
A damaged man covered in ash
Scarred and still a never born god, abandoned
A light less sky, filled with forlorn winds
A spark ignited on a cold hand

Warmth flows from this point of light
A finger twitches, the body shudders
A fragmented memory of tortured earth
Grey lifeless skies begin to know
The first ideas of colour
Warmth flows again for the first time

Heat pushes from a glowing ember
A creation of flame that bites at the gloom
Burning the hand it rests upon
The fingers close, a lifeline felt
Eyes flicker and open to the grey
Heat pushes and the pain is welcome

Flame licks the edges of dry flesh
Covering the hand in sheets of fire
The darkness retreats as the hand is held
High into the air the man stirs sitting
Light illuminating the world around
Flame licks the edges of the earth

Fire rages across the body
The pain is vast, the heat intense
The world can be seen as whole again
If he can but see through the pain of beauty
A world shown beyond the ashes
Fire rages across life born anew in glory

A man walks, around him a plain lives
Light shines on untainted ground
Glories spring to life in wondrous burst
A god has woken in love and laughter
The pain forgotten to the splendor before him
A man walks and joy follows in his path

How long until the fire burns out, the body cold
To fall once more lifeless and still
To be covered in dust, held gently by earth
And reborn in fire.
358 · Oct 2014
Real
Tomas Denson Oct 2014
Was that a dream
is this a dream
i find realities are
tearing me apart
reflections look real
opposed to the ghosts
that haunt my life

Is this a dream
was that a dream
should i bleed for the fantasy
surrender to reality
trapped in a photograph
that trembles with
my screaming mind

Was that a dream
is this a dream
do i live, do i die
for imaginary lives
that are more real
than the reality surrounding me
impossibility chooses

Is this a dream
was that a dream
inside my head
is outside my mind
a lie is more real
then the tuth
of my life
333 · Apr 2014
Words
Tomas Denson Apr 2014
World are like liquid, ever flowing onward
Filling available space, spreading
Into thought and desires, evolving
Escaping, mouthing influences
Supporting ideas and emotional responses
Communication ever building between minds
Connections to create a meaning
A delicious combining
Of joint souls

We search through life for encounters through words
Endlessly talking to find the one who connects
Speech that becomes mind, becomes body, becomes soul
A grand milieu, where the sum of ourselves
Becomes greater than the whole
Where words become our souls
Minds and bodies, separate and distinct
Join to become one
In new life

Mind, body and soul, the very meaning of love
A connection deep and profound that the words
That brought us together
Are no longer necessary
Emotion becomes all.
311 · May 2014
Scar
Tomas Denson May 2014
Another scar on the soul
tears run forth
Another scar on the body
blood pours out
eventually they will heal and bind
and this time
hopefully this time
sense will fade
as the callous forms
pray the time comes
when i can feel
nothing
another villain will have been created
Evil! they will cry
as they see my deeds
Monster! they'll scream
as they run in fear
it was your decision
your choice
your choice
your choice
to become as you are
I will scream
You made me!
You took my choice!
closed my paths!
ears will be closed
souls locked tight
as the reflection of themselves
they don't want to see
will be all that stands before them.

And i will bleed
and cry
for none will listen.

— The End —