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Stars

They are not lonely,
They are sowing the seeds of life,
As they condense hydrogen to helium and finally to iron.
They grow old,
But they ride contentment,
Smiling as their children are born and cool to planets,
And moons,
And life.
They know they are a part of the cycle,
And that they too must go,
To flare out as supernovae,
Or to collapse into singularities,
Transcending the laws of this universe
To begin life
In the next.
And so too shall we end or cycles,
And transcend this confining flesh
To begin anew our lives
In the next portion of our cycles,
Contented
And more complete.

In response to: http://raindropsandpoetry.wordpress.com/2014/02/28/black-holes-2/

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Little bridges

Neither from the sanctuary of the shore,
Nor from the midst of the crushing rapids
Is the full force of the current apparent.
Only when the poet straddles the border,
Immersed in both solidity and pain
Do the feelings coalesce to word,
Bridging pain and reconciliation,
Darkness and wisdom.
Be wary of cries from the torrent,
And rest assured that those upon the shore have no heart,
Look to the bridges of the poet,
And rescue with love
Those who have fallen.

In response to:
The Untitled Poems: A Collection Of Thoughts (Pt. 3) | Diary Of A Fed Up Lad
https://diaryofafeduplad.wordpress.com/2013/12/08/the-untitled-poems-a-collection-of-thoughts-pt-3/


he is gone. so many have already gone, and so many more will go. the sickness that is mankind will never stop demanding blood. man is broken.

Words with Black Yoda

Emmett Till come home
Chicago’s black boys pour blood
In honor of you

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The Ring

There is power in evil, self-reward, self-aggrandizing power. Karma is the mantra of the would-be do-gooder. In evil, in selfishness and darkness, there is an apparent, immediate reward. It is often much simpler to take those first few steps down a path of darkness, indeed, more of a release and descent than an effort. Evil is self-maintaining and allows for continual growth of the ego and withdrawal from loss. Saruman saw power to rule, to govern, to mold the world into his image, rather than to be tossed in the sea of the way that things are. Vader succumbed to raw emotion, and was rewarded with respect, fear, and leadership.

Good requires effort. Sustained and impossible effort. Each step on the path to goodness is uphill. The outward rewards for purity and righteousness are suffering, loss, and death. Frodo was wounded over and over, lost his finger, and ultimately, could never find true peace in middle earth. Luke lost Obi Wan, Yoda, and his hand. Though the long term rewards as enormous, they require faith, dedication, and forethought. Ghandalf, Frodo, and Sam all eventually voyaged to the undying lands, and gained vast wisdom along their journey. Luke became a Jedi, found his sister, and ultimately peace.

But, these are all fiction. In reality, we know nothing of the ultimate rewards or consequences for our goodness or evilness. Gandhi, Jesus, Martin Luther King Jr — they were all rewarded by Karma with wisdom and death. Martyrs live in legend, but where they actually ARE, and what they are experiencing now — well, that requires hope and trust on our part.

Ultimately, good and evil are simply thoughts projected onto reality by mankind. They are interpretations of a vast universe by beings with the minds of children, resolute in their ‘understanding’ of what is.

borderline crossing: curious & Undefined

Have you seen “The Hobbit” movie? Or read the book? I have seen the movie but cannot find the fortitude to make it through the book. I cannot read nor write in such a way as Tolkien. In response to that movie, watching the Lord of the Rings seemed a likely road to take, since reading the trilogy of books, to get an idea of the future of the ring, is not within my possibility.

Lady or Lord?

With this ring
on your finger
I wed
to bring power
and responsibility.

So, evil was
able to persist.
She took not the
advice of her child
who longed to love
her back.
The child watched in horror
as she drove away
wearing The Ring!

Avenge the sins of
the fathers and mothers.

Love your children
and your husband
and your self.
Keep guard
of your heart
lest power corrupt.

Which brings…

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Poem a day challenge #61 (The New)

‘should have been’
attempts to give power
to the past,
something that does not exist,
in reality,
but only in your perception.

now is all there is.
there is no
‘should have been’
in now.

thehouseofbailey

The New 

By Scott Bailey © 2013

The new can’t replace the should have been
The should have been haunts us forever
Though the new will be a healer
And receive all our love just the same.
It’s pointless being angry at fate
But that doesn’t stop the burn
The frisson on top of everyday stress
For the should have been we always yearn.
The new will have it’s own should have been.
So maybe we will understand.
And make a happier will be.
At least that is the plan.

Get the previous ones here
http://wp.me/P3kG6h-bb

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3. A word from god

hmmm…
these are very strong words,
coming from a space tiger,
though perhaps,
as you are poet as well,
they have their place.
but exegesis and proffered,
wed and nimble and decreed -
they stir my brain,
a tiresome task for a friday.

I think that I shall beware space tigers in the future.


You Are Shining

That night you were shining
as the flowing light of a million stars aligning,
or so my tortured mind perceived,
as I hoped myself worthy to hold
 the rainbowed flowers painted golden at sunset.
 Only those midnight shadows dared to touch your face,
 perfectly chilled to an icy clarity,
 rejecting the touch of all others,
 denying them the ‘honor’
 to grace your frozen flesh.
 The wind swept your raven locks
 o’er your eyes ripe with tormented sights,
 I wish that I had shut mine own
 and turned away ere the pain
 or permanent separation from who we were,
 unbearable extinction of all that was within in,
 closed off from all that is within you,
 denied my every hearts’ desire.
 I wallow in the misery here,
 in this place without you,
 without the shining light of your being,
 cursing the bones
 of the soul upon whom
 you shine that cold,
 fierce light.
I own nothing of this poem, as the words are a twisted perversion of what I read, consumed, and spat out from my pain.

Caitlin Breanne

Since my poetry collection is available again, I’ve decided to post one more poem out of this collection for you. I hope you’ll enjoy it.

You Are Shining

Tonight you are shining.

As you gaze at me, I feel the rivers rushing and the stars aligning.

I feel as worthy of you as I am to see rainbows, and flowers, and sunsets.

I see the midnight shadows touch your face and it fills me with envy. 

Who do they think they are to dare to touch such perfection?

As if anything or anyone is worthy to have such an honor.

The windswept vision of your dark hair falling across your face torments me.

To be pulled away from you, to close my eyes even for a moment shall be too much to bear.

I love all that is within you with all that is within me.

To behold you is…

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Things I hate about myself

this is a terrible contemplation
that serves only to belittle
the wonder that is you,
like hating an angel
for wings that glow an off-color,
a butterfly whose antennae
tickle the flower too much.


Emotions: Happiness

happiness is the reverse of the coin,
the ‘heads’ to the ‘tails’ of sadness,
neither are real.
Only peace is true,
and it is blissful joy.

Peace is,
and we can only rarely
exist in that place.

The Faded Pages

Happiness
More than an emotion,
A way of existence
It moves through us
Only if we welcome it
It is but a shy creature
Waiting to be coaxed out
Breathe in happiness
Absorb what there is to see
Live within reach
Of what is to come
For it may only last moments
Happiness
It’s more than an emotion.
— The Faded Pages

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Facing It ≠ Putting Your Heart In It

what terrible sadness
to understand,
to grasp,
the infinite line of humanity
with hands outstretched,
waiting in sadness for that glass.
I break,
questioning if truly,
this pain is in my perception,
and not the blunt hammer of reality.

Rampant and Golden

I don’t know why
but in the place of poetry
only sleep
the weight of covers
the dull ache of the body
asking mutely for escape
a cheat for freedom
deep dark soldier
…..ashamed
the fight all gone
……….just before battle
just before truth
just before the tolling
…..of the bells where
destiny will separate
the loved
……….from
…..the merely
……………vain lovers
and I will not stay awake
to count the hours
and weep on my knees
because I’ve seen
what brokenness looks like
and have marched
to the bugle call
…..with
……….sorry
held in my fist
…..and
……….why
burning on my tongue
and I’ve had my share,

so I pass
and let the glass of wine be
handed right down the line
.

thenamelessblack_dragantodorovic
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“The Nameless Black” by photographer Dragan Todorović

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