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CryI have waited all day to see
You cry a beautiful cold sea.
Holding it all in does no one good,
Everybody cries, everybody should.
It does not make a strong man weak,
Or a willful woman pitiful.
Rather it shows you are human,
Even though sometimes that’s not what others need.
And because others don’t need us to be so
We can become entranced in the roles we play,
Forgetting where we come from and how we once were.
Crying helps us to remember and our humanity cure.
So let it all out;
I won’t think of you as wrong.
Instead I’ll stand here,
Waiting and protecting you,
Until you’re ready to be strong.
SmileIf I could smile hate away,
Then maybe I could smile the pain too.
But no matter how hard I try,
I smile and smile but really..
I’m crying while trying.
Just a child deep inside,
I can’t hide from my pain,
I can’t stand up to the hate.
So I smile, I try.
I try to smile the pain away.
In shades of blue,
In shades of gray,
With darkness in the light,
And light that’s much too bright.
I’m afraid of the hate,
I'm a coward to the pain,
So I smile and smile;
Smile the pain away.
MisfortunateI was misfortunate when I was young.
My sanity had to be stripped
Before I ever truly cherished it.
My nights were sleepless or nightmarish
Before I ever really longed for its sweet embrace.
And when I tried to end my life,
Which I found pointless and fake,
I saw the truth in merciful Death’s eyes.
And I screamed instead of crying about my ignorance
When I tried, but failed, to cut it from my veins.
But the pain triumphed and I am here still,
Silver eyed to my old wish for self demise.
InsanityThis is my insanity.
It’s he who controls the demons in me;
These horrible creatures I cannot bare to see.
This is the monster born from my blood,
That mother gave me and her son – her gift,
But also the madness that causes the mind to drift.
This is the song that was whispered to me,
That woke me from a beautiful dream
That paralyzed me and left unable to scream.
This is called art in some societies;
In my world it is the greatest curse
For I don’t know whose reality I’m in,
And I can’t think of any mindset worse.
MemoryI was once given the gift of a mother
Who looked at me with eyes of wonder,
Curious as to how she managed to create such life
From a bond, a powerful passion like thunder.
I was born weakly and sick,
Too small they said to survive,
But I managed through all the odds
Because I thought love I was never deprived.
My first few years I was blind and deft,
I only had the childish power to perceive,
But never understand those around me.
From lies I grew into a delicate flower.
Years passed and I began to see,
I began to hear and listen to the things around me.
What pain I felt when I realized I was deceived.
What pain would follow I never conceived.
My mother soon forgot me at the bottom of a bottle,
And in tears I snuck out in a rage to stand beside the sea,
Because years ago when I was white as snow I was told
That the sea could quell the anger and pain inside me.
So beside it I stood and nothing really happened,
The monster inside me grew and I forgot everything I knew,
And loved and so in
ThoughtI will never be famous for my thought
But I hope that my thinking is not in naught,
That someone, if only myself, will hear
And this supposed knowledge will be clear.
For I fear, oh I fear, that I am not truly here.
Rather I am of someplace, not necessarily clear.
And all I can do is think with this ticking and winking
Of an invisible clock in my ear that’s here
To remind, reprimand, of my existence I fear.
Ignorance“Every time I turn my back I hear ignorance.”
Said the teacher to the class.
But what right did we have to be offended
When he spoke the one truth that was to be had?
Students who are dead in their heads and empty,
Obsessive with the world seen from a screen,
And the gospel of immortal gods inside,
Stared back at him without eyes; without rights.
We, who did not care or have a future,
What right did we have to be mad?
What HappenedThoughts be gone,
Thoughts be empty,
Where is my pen with words a’ plenty?
Lay my paper on my desk,
Lay my ideas down to rest,
What happened to the words I once detest?
Empty now my mind of words,
Empty now my pen of ink,
And into thoughtless hell I sink.
What happened to my page filled of dreams?
Little Green CupThis is my little green cup,
Filled to the brim with my hopes.
My cup woke me up this morning,
Whispered to me an amazing thing,
“It’s not as bad as it seems.”
“But I’m tired,” I plead,
Dragging my feet through the mud.
“I want to go back to my wishful dreams..”
But it calls and it rattles,
Talking in all sorts of riddles.
“Move now or move never,
Slumber light or slumber forever.”
And I plea, “Leave me be.”
To which it replies,
“Try and make me.”
And so I threw my pillow,
I threw it high.
I watched with disinterest
As it touched the sky,
And landed but a million mile away
From my little green cup, I’m sorry to say.
And it teased and it prattled,
“What a throw~
It flied like a crow.
But I was over here
If you did not know.”
And I tossed and I turned,
And my ego it burned.
When finally I got up with a start,
For trying to sleep through would do nothing.
“I might as well try and do
Soul MatesBetween dream and moon tides,
The light weaves a new day.
A first glimmer lights the darkness,
Where even still a shadow lay.
For ages swings a song
From star guardians into the world
And first diamonds glitter,
Where luminosity falls on the water.
The young morning is still hesitating,
Promising us hardly the return.
Still the night wraps up the life
And silently breathes the great sea.
Then … finally, the golden time calls.
Water marries to the light.
And shining our heart sways
Where sunshine breaks through waves.
The wind carries my soul
On its wings away from here
To green valleys, ocean lights,
To blue lakes, to you.
You are the life, you are the dream.
You are my soul and my light.
And when the day draws to a close again,
I will not forget you.
THE HAUNTINGVeils of sadness seemed so becoming
beckoning and crying for needs which appeared to be running
to rivers of hopes gone astray
pooling at shores of her shallow bay
quelled hatreds there were broiling
beneath still waters slathering like an oiling
to his outstretched arms and into his pores as the liquid leaked
till he was saturated with her summer fragrance that almost reeked
of despair and the thoughts that washed up there
and in his veins pulsed a sense of her eyes,
of her hair...
in his mind he'd heard her sighs,
knowing not who she was as he lingered at those shores
but sensing that these willows had once witnessed much more
no one had been present to ease that horror
but perhaps the screams of a heart bleeding through him into the moist
had led her to know that to someone she had a voice
had led her to move beyond this place
God My Constant CompanionPain is constant
Sickness is normal
Joy and happiness a burden
Ordeal of becoming old
Life became a misery
Through the pain and suffering I became closer to God
My thirst for His knowledge grows
My thoughts revolve around God and me
I fear not because God is with me
Only God, my constant companion, understands my plight
Only God comforts me with love,
knowledge and understanding
Only God, through Jesus’ blood sacrifice,
can free my soul and give me eternal peace
I praise God for all the blessings He has given me
Thank You GOD for the love You have given me
by E. W. Rantala/RocksRose - December 7, 2013
BetterPraises and prayers go out to You
Everything is Yours and has been Yours
From the heavens where Your throne stands on to the Earth below
You reign all, and yet You are better than all
You are better than all
Better than Your devoted servants to the animals of the world
Better than the Earth You made to the dust You used to bring life
Better than everything that You have made; the ultimate better
The only perfect and You will always exceed beyond our expectations
You exceed in the heavens beyond, and yet You can recreate from the ashes of hopelessness
You can move the mountains and make rivers flow
You can slip open the skies, and yet love with a loving heart
You are better than all
Better than the smartest men in the world with Your perfect wisdom
You know how to softly break us and yet still love
You know everything from the smallest creature to the depths of the human heart
You are better than all
You have all authority and sit on a throne of righteousness
You loved the sinners and b
Still WorshipBetter or worse I will still worship
Flat on my face or smiling into the heavens; I will still worship
When my world feels like it's crumbling, I will still worship
When my heart starts to grow cold, I will still worship
When I have a nightmare of the future, I will still worship
When I have the feeling to scream in blind rage, I will still worship
I will still worship You when the tides start to rise and the thunder roars on
I will still worship You when Willy Pete of the world starts to burn my skin
I will still worship You when my own parents tell me to shush
I will still worship You when the sky starts to open up with Your mercy
I will still worship You when my heart cries for You
I will still worship You my King; You understand and love me
I will still worship You when I cry when I remember the pain I caused
I will still worship You when I cry with everlasting joy that You have brought me
I will still worship You when I cry after seeing the blood You shed for me
I will still worsh
Wings Of ChangeProgress marched upon them,
New weapons and new skills,
And so a boy, terrified, ran
To keep away their ills.
To a far off city,
He slowly found his way,
When lanterns like stars guided him
Unto a brand new day.
On the night he met her,
He told her of the change,
For he felt he was drowning
And she’d keep things the same.
She said she would not help him,
For to obstruct all progress was
To never learn to fly.
But drowning he still was,
In changes uncontrolled,
Until some fins and gills he grew
And swam into the gold.
AlgizHer hair looked dark and tangled like tree branches as she stood at the moonlit clearing.
The creatures in the ground sang poems carved in runes in the bark of the evergreen pines.
The trees on the hills were adorned with Orion and her face was obscured by a veil of shadows.
She felt the bedrock crackle as it embraced the fire within the planet traveling in space.
Saplings quivered in the gale while the clear greys and evening blues melted together.
Shooting stars like sinking ships of light drew evanescent lines over the treetops.
An elk with the Pleiades in its eyes came from the woods as it heard her whisper.
It crossed frosty sedges with the shining streams of prayers hanging from its horns.
It wandered the cold earth and found buried sadness with every step of its hooves.
The uprooted human followed invisible tracks and sought answers in the soil.
Down on her knees on the frozen ground, her breath turned into clouds of vapor.
The Moon and the trees studied her in the embrace of th
FreefallingI took the final step, away from Heaven
Leaped off the edge, close to the pearly gates
Salvation isn't for me, but I will know freedom
As I plunge feet first into the fire
No one can save me, I've made my choice
Breathless, I gaze at the beauty below me
For the first time I can feel some sort of happiness
No more pain, no regrets, a feeling of belonging
Knowing it will end only makes me savour it more
The sensation of total 'aloneness', without a need to share
Detached from everything, while feeling one with the world
Total enlightenment, light above and fire below
I close my eyes, ready to face my destiny
Trapped inside the flames for all eternity,
But I don't care, I will endure the hardships
Nothing can hurt me, because I ceased to exist
Bring the RainI run, I fight, I lived and I died
For the love of this girl
My whole world
Yet I run far away off to my deep dark days
When I was something truly different
As I was a soldier, a beast
Fighting as my heart bleeds
Waiting for the day
When all the pain will fade away
Far out of sight
As I come to know the light
No longer fighting for me
But for my father and king
The cause that brought the rain
To wash away all within my past
And this broken heart at last
After so many days too far away
From the light that washed the night away
'Dark'Lost in the dark,
Just like everyone else,
But my monsters are my own
They are a part of my self.
I can't see what I'll be.
Too dark is my future right now,
But I'll walk this path below me
While hoping my soul will be healed.
And I understand why a man
Would give in and go to his hell
Instead of trying to move forward
Where the unknown thrives in the dark.
But still, I move forward
Hoping where I step is correct.
Because I refuse to die;
That peace is a lie.
Giving in will get you right back
On this lonely road called life.
We must walk until we realize
Our mistakes of our pasts.
Only when I've learned all the lessons
That are taught in the school of the soul
Will I find the end of this path
And see what the dark has to show.
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