Poetry

Moving On Up

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Activating the active mind
Troubling memories to forget
Crumpled papers, sky high
In the corners left to waste.
Won’t you please stop
Reminding of all that’s gone past?

Move on, move up, move out

Eyes scrunched tightly
Avoiding bright day light
Pulled up to the top
Emotional blankets
Covering all but the reason.
Left with worries and crinkled
Markings from years gone by
Pressed in like morning sheets
On the face of the newly woke.

Still don’t know why I can’t
Let it all go
Still don’t know why your
Words are haunting me so
Still can’t get by
Without your words in my
Head
Still won’t move on from
All the things that you said

Move on, move on, move on.

© Inner Eye Prints 2018

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Poetry

Peace or something like it…

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It was dark, crisp and ripe
This day that never ends.
Eternity and illumination
A dream that needs to be believed
For fear of this aching brittle future.
I won’t remember when it is all done
When it is all over
The only respite in my woke state.
Trembling at the thought of possibility
That tomorrow could change, that this
Could end, that peace lies within reach.

© Inner Eye Prints 2018

Poetry

untethering

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untethering my grasp
allowing
just allowing
this free falling motion
to evaporate all ideas
these notions
of greatness
that befall
even great men
linger too long
enveloped in this
all too satisfying
world of luxurious
thoughts
bravely moving out
from under the thumb
til its all just
tiny dots in the distance
cloudy and rained upon
muddy and murky
untethering my grasp
allowing

just allowing…

 

© Inner Eye Prints

Spiritual Poetry

Standing Strong

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I am awake
I am dreaming
Pulling at the strings
Held together by a nation
Of ideas, of principles.
You have captured me
In this second, you see me
You believe you know me
Time didn’t stand still
I’ve changed.
In this moment, I am breathing
Sure of myself, of my footing
Nothing says a wave won’t come
And knock me down again,
But here I stand.

© Inner Eye Prints 2018

Poetry

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My darker side is metal, strength, deeply truthful in word and action, unafraid of living, of existing or making mistakes. My darker side isn’t evil or bad; it is powerful. So in a way my dark side is both light and good. It is my lighter side that requires more growth, for though it is good, it is still harmful to me.

“I guess we’re all two people. One daylight, and the one we keep in shadow.”
— Bruce Wayne/Batman

 

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