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SILENT TRAVELERS
The wanderers of eternity come out tonight,
the lovers of the earth come out!
Listen...
be still and listen!
Least you should miss the soft rustle of their passing.
Those who's silent footsteps fall where no others tread,
yet they're coming here. What luck!
Dancing, as they come, on the brilliant white road the moon casts across the land.
Singing songs with no words,
that stir the heart to tears
Loners who band together,
beasts who are not...
in their eyes can be seen the flame of the wild, and the chilling shadow of comprehension...
knowledge.
What sweet irony!!
And oooooh how the civilized animals mock them,
without even bothering to hide their own fangs.
Feral Lover's Plea...
Let us run my dearest.
We’ll chase the wild goose and elusive mist through valleys never traveled;
hear the wind sing, the flower laugh, and the creature tell its tale.
While we remain silent.
Let us gaze, awe-struck at the beauty of the moon! It’s soft light igniting
the flames of our love, even as the night air chills us to the bone.
Standing together...holding one another.
With stars in our eyes, wind in our hair, and dust on our feet we’ll move on,
leaving all those who seek to control us behind; never again will our actions
be ruled by any but ourselves.
Damn the world that has so easily forgotten us and take my hand! If we’re to be so readily discarded and maligned by society, then I’d have
our treatment of it be the same.
We have nothing to lose but their restrictions...
and everything to gain in our freedom. In our Love.
To the foreboding mountains, barren glens, and impenetrable forests we will wander; to seek out those sights that dazzle the mind, stir the soul, and touch the heart.
Then quietly we’ll abandon all we see.
Allowing it to be swallowed in the relentless mouth of time,
without telling a soul of our passing.
We’ll swim in deep, secluded pools and lie in fields of soft clovers and lavender;
the last bird’s song and crickets chorus lulling us to sleep.
DARK ANGEL
Dew soaked feet,
shining eyes,
hair of softest down;
silken complexion that would make cream curdle in envy,
and a voice to make the proudest lark hang its head.
Will you never look my way, mysterious angel?
To soon did the trees hide you from my sight.
The mists of the night covered your fading footprints
then they were gone.
Wait for me!! Show me where you've gone so I may follow!
A glimpse of white only half seen from the corner of my eye then nothing.
I shall wonder these darkened paths forever,
til we meet again.
When the moon casts its pale light upon the earth,
the cold wind howls through the woods,
and you finally
look up...
REPRIMAND
Walk along sweet lovers, dry your tears and go.
You say you cry for the dying of true love,
yet what proof have you that it ever existed?
Only fools and poets believe such...
In the cold, harsh light of day, such a fancy holds little merit.
What stills your hand, wistful poet?
Do words escape you when you need them most?
And when all that you once held as true and honorable crumbles beneath you,
does your rhyme and reason falter also?
The death of romance, sentiment, and creativity in your fellow man
strikes you to the core.
Lovers and fools are the only ones sympathetic to your plight...
Which ailment leaves you stricken, oh bright, happy fool?
Your jests and jibs come nary as often, nor in as a large a quantity as once they did.
What is wrong? Does the burden of lightening our hearts and raising our spirits
tax your strength?
Perhaps being forced to live in a wilderness of hard steel and concrete,
has taken your good humor.
Poets and lovers also know of the icy indifference that sweeps through the land...
'Tis hard, after all, to make computers laugh.
Look about you fools!
All that once was fades with the setting sun,
and, through great effort on our part,
we have started to discard the ridiculous notions that permeate our society.
Purging their beginnings from our children like we would a dreaded virus.
Thus sparing them the unnecessary hardships of thinking, feeling, and loving for themselves.
Huddle together if you seek comfort;
whining in quiet foreboding of the doom and gloom that is to come.
Seek what consolidation you may, as you stand by and watch this perceived 'pestilence of our disregard' turn more soulless drones out into the world.
What is this darkness you speak of???
Lunatics,
I see nothing...
Before the Dawning
It's so cold tonight dear.
Come. . . sit with me,
speak with me;
let me hear your voice in the Dark.
Hold me for awhile but do not touch me,
comfort me in my grief, but don't ever let this pain leave. . .
I need your company while I'm alone in the silence.
Apart, we stand together. Knowing one another.
Will you let me slip away,
to lose my way in oblivion?
Even the brightest light is eventually lost to infinity.
Dance with me,
be with me,
love me;
let the two of us laugh at our plight.
Our fates were sealed before we'd begun!
Drink a toast with me ere dawn comes again, to doom!!!
Forever begins tomorrow. . .Dedicated to my love Justin, "here's lookin' at you kid" *g*
LOVE
Love. So often talked about, yet
very seldom found,
but to what greater, more amazing thing
is human nature bound?
In that cherished word some meaning is implied,
that lonely hearts,
once two have met,
will ever be entwined.
To die for Love?
Surely the noblest thing must be,
but the saddest death a man can face
is to die for love of
'ME'.
THE CONTRADICTORY CONTRADICTION
The warrior of peace, wanderer of nowhere,
and well-known stranger am I.
A dweller of night, lover of light, and keeper of the free...
destined to have no destiny.
An accepted outcast and beloved enemy,
I be;
but examine and ponder my words all you like...
you won't get the meaning of
me.
SIGHT?
If Love is what we live for, and it is blind,
what need have we of eyes?
‘Tis sight after all, that often causes
the most fearsome hate;
differences perceived that cannot be put
down to anything but vision.
Why must we always see something to believe it,
but we so frequently can’t believe our eyes?
Such contradiction in a sense is unreliable at best.
We have so much trust in the idea that what we see is,
and what we don’t see isn’t, that we walk around blind;
with full sight!
And there has been nothing we’ve seen
that can be worth the price we have paid for the privilege.
All of the atrocities committed in the name of looks.
If one thing in our world is certain it is this; that,
until all sight is gone there can be no equality,
and until there’s equality,
there can be no peace.
In the mist I dwell, hiding from everyone where all can see.
Shouting to all I keep my secrets, and to each new world I meet I
present myself,
l-i-t-t-l-e by l-i-t-t-l-e
until shock and indifference force a hasty retreat.
I mingle with my closest friends in a shroud of Uniformity and 'Normalcy';
none of them see ME.
So I remain,
in the limelight...yet ever watching from the shadows.
The world's call for me to be myself in its image has not gone unnoticed,
and to survive,
I comply.
I remain silent, observing from a distance in the midst of it all.
Constantly looking for some sign of recognition from the crowd,
any kind of gesture that acknowledges MY presence.
Some affirmation of existence, from another
well known stranger.
Dedicated to my loving father...whose quiet, honest support has helped me so much.
