Opposing Worlds that Live Within

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     Some days the buffer, that shields her from absorbing
the vibrations radiated by the greater world around her, breaks down.
It stimulates her perceptual intuition to a higher state of awareness,
tumbling her into turmoil and disorder as she sees too much,
discerning the hidden meanings behind the mask of falsehood that’s ever present,
and she escapes into the silent space in her head,
where conscience doesn’t live and guilt has no place.
It’s the darkness that’s within her, which she relishes without misgiving,
that directs her restless and turbulent soul to a cold indifference
as she submits to a hankering that subjugates and enslaves.

     Yet some days the angels embrace her soul with tenderness
that moves into her being as a breath of sweetened air,
leading you with a thirst, to all your unanswered questions,
drawing you in with just a hint of hesitation, just as was intended.
And the touch of the angels linger in the essence of your being,
shifting fearful dreams to an attainable plateau,
and while you fight for dominance between dread and disturbing awe,
their gentle prodding opens your eyes to possibilities you have yet to consider.

     And then there is the day, where nothing is too close,
where nothing can touch her, and she dwells in an impartial mind
that sees things as they are, no emotions to taint the facts,
where the scales are perfectly balanced.
But the answer she seeks most eludes her, even though she is outside,
of these opposing worlds that live within her being.

     One, brimming with love and exuberance that infects everyone she meets,
and where the beauty of the world so humbles her as to render her speechless.
Then, the ever-present dark side she responds to when she's called,
into the dungeon of shady and oblivious pursuits,
where she sates her hunger and fulfills every shadowy desire,
still she thrives on the gratification of both these needs...

Journey's End

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In the silence of the moon, quietly curtained by the dark,

she is freed of all suppositions that clutter her conscious being,

and elicits a clarity in her heart that leads her back to him,

as naturally as the shimmering water that flows with the river,

through darkness and through light, to its destined journey’s end.

Facing Her Tomorrow

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She awakens each morning to see the pain and doubt mirrored in his eyes,

and is wrapped in the quiet hesitation that surrounds him like a cloud.

The confusion and apprehension that wars in his soul soaks into her spirit

by his reluctance and uncertainty when she tries to soothe his torment.

The dissidence and insecurity of faith destroyed still echoes in her being,

from when she herself had to face the aftermath of trust demolished

by betrayal and selfish actions, without thought to consequence,

which left her with broken wings that couldn’t carry her to the light,

where the night was everlasting, and every dawn brought nothing

but hopelessness and despair.

Now she faces the repercussions of her careless disregard,

when a long forgotten defiance captured and ruled her,

leading her with a reckless pursuit on a heedless quest of self gratification,

with a full grasp and understanding of the carnage that was heading her way.

The Stillness Within

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From stillness I’m born into a world of noise,

from there I walk alone.

I hold your hand but am removed from you,

my thoughts unshared, my deeds a singular quest.

In life detached, solitary in essence,

attached to my shadow alone,

freely secluded in my soul.

 

Echoes of Yesterday

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I need to return into my soul,

to my inner darkness under the spell of the full moon.

Here I dwell in the echoes of our yesterdays

in the silence of a hollow, empty heart,

and sink into the bottomless well where I lost my sanity

the day that I thought I lost you...

Freedom

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It’s the rays of the moon that gently caress

your sleeping form with insights’ breaths,

so in your dreams you’ll find the fear,

stare it down with your strength 'til it loses its sneer,

and though the thought of your death is still there,

you've conquered the demon, escaped from its snare.