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There seems before me an unending abyss
Thoughts waver on in transperancy
I don't know them

All life seems everywhere all at once
And I am waiting to view even just one scene
Completely

But time stands from his distance, his finger pointing
Shouting surreptitious things
I don't know him

In all honesty it seems not a moment has passed
Yet fate draws in her breath with a harrowing countenance
Like all is ending

Where was I, all this time contemplating
Watching leaves falling from trees
Candles burned and my eyes faltered with worry
And I thought: Just let it be

Moments become an unending series of events like dreaming
Shifting in sometimes catastrophic positions
Where I cannot discern meaning

Like memories of lives lived and still yet to come
Catching at the fabric of eternity
Openly freying

I am not yet convinced these shadows are as disturbing
As their presence continuously makes me feel
I don't own their freedom

In this sense they are anthropomorphic contingencies
Harnessed to the graveyard of diabolical plethora
Where hope is failing

Have I any part in this, fate all this time waiting
Watching me trying to come to my senses
As I stood far too many times at the edge of my soul
When I thought: Just let it go...

Whispering in dark corners of the mind
Places the world has never seen
Keeping secret
And the silence, whose stillness denies
Where have you been

I saw a landscape, seems a hundred years ago
Green fields and towering oaks
So strong then
And this wilderness cut short by dark clouds
And raging flames within the soul

To cross that bridge
To stand on ground that does not quake
And shiver
To watch the earth move about you
Like you are delivered

To see the shadows in the distance
Move away
And breathe the light of day again
What would it take
To live this way again

What would it mean to rise above the weakness
In pursuit of new horizens
And this grief
Alone in its vial, forever a friend released
Only remembered

Those shadows that smile and mimic the truths
Of days no one will ever know
But you
Companions of familiarity and doubt in those hours
When the silence should bring you peace

To cross that bridge
And find meaning in your mistakes
And purpose
To know the world is an open door
Despite the form it takes

To see you have everything you need
Around you
Regardless of the time or place
What would it take
To live this way again

Peace befalls
Dispells the shadows
Across his face

He seems
Silent in comfort
And stilled inside this place

I am
Quiet in admiration
Contemplating his gentle grace

He breathes
So silent, his eyes
A soft florid glow

Here
Where the time
Is but a relic to what we know

Grateful am I
To live beside him
Here where lies my soul

He is the moment
Resignation brings
When all is simple

The air
When it is pure

He smiles
Brings forth a warmth
Which love begets

Measureing thoughts
With a moment
A single sense

A divine
Perfect ease
And content

One which dispells
All unhappiness and
Is

Love covers all things and believes all things,
Love hopes in all things and endures all things.
Love never falls away and won't be rendered useless.
But other things will pass away.
Love suffers long and love is kind, so kind
Love does not brag, is not puffed up.

Hidden from view,
Is the dark side to life.
You see only the good,
But it's there alright.

When the dark days come,
When you no longer care what.
So begins the end of fun,
But last forever it will not.

It will come very slow,
And to you it will stick.
When you're on a roll,
It can ruin you quick.

As time does fly,
It will get worse.
And as the days go by,
You believe you have been cursed.

As your life fails around you,
And you begin to fall.
You think you should just give up,
It's over once and for all.

As life is in ruins,
As is all you've worked for.
You're dead for now,
Then you're alive once more.

Mirror mirror on the wall,
as you watch us down the hall,
you try to frighten and scare us all,
we hope and wonder when youl fall,
when the room is cold and lonely,
this is when we know youl call,
some may answer some may not,
but this about you this ill say,
it doesnt matter if your hot or not,
please dont tell me thats a bot,
people come and people go,
especcialy if the room is slow,
very few peeps are the same,
even the few that say this site is lame,
we all post comments every day,
we should all watch what we say,
most of us come here just to play,
some of us come for something more,
and some come just for the fun,
this is a place to be yourself,
some days we argue and some we dont,
if you stay long enouph your bound to hear,
alright guys and gal's im outta here,
so this is my poem from me to you,
I really hope you all think its cool!

Maple leaves seen from a distance are lovely,
When,urged by undue desire,I get near to the tree
and watch the individual leaves,
I only encounter them in their wounded and torn state.

As we know the appearance of the maple leaves
When they are wounded and torn,
we hesitate to go near them.
We want to maintain an appropriate distance,

We try to stay away,
at a distance we can manage,,

True love is just here..but its hard to touch!!

War On Want

Look at war, if that is your taste
and deny to me that it is a human waste,
not war of battles and killing and dying
but war of want and suffering and trying!

Because survival is life's only real aim
for rich or for poor the end is the same,
yet if this is true, why so much greed
when people grab more than they need?

While people like you and people like me
smugly sit on the fence and refuse to see
the war on want that goes on everywhere
simply saying "I'm glad I'm not there!"

sonofadam

A Question From The Somme

“Could it be that if we were to write our words in blood
about a battle’s no man’s land within the fields of mud,
and so create a path for modern spiritual trespassers
to seek the many innocent souls individual signatures
haunting a country’s cold communal foreigners grave
kept for the silent lives Staff Orders so willingly gave,
would we not give cause for new warmongers to yield
and not practice their trade upon another killing field?”

sonofadam

When is friendship , friendship
Can it become much more
When do you know that , that true friend
Becomes one that you adore
Do you call it love then
Is it friendships finest form
If love effects ones heart so
Can it weather every storm ..

Terrence Michael Sutton