one last look, at the past as it drifts
across the mountains into the sea of rifts
no safety nets or easy rides
on the wave of life or ocean tide
I meant every word, played every part
the stars in the sky that blinded my heart
I wouldn't change even one little thing
what heartaches fall and memories bring
I look in the mirror and face the fears
was it just a moment or many a year
as I lose track of what it means
tears fall fast from eyes of green
I write my messages on your wall
the comments that mean nothing at all
thoughts of fair weather and skies of blue
and all I dreamed I saw in you
it was all there, every single part
every lyric ever sang right from the start
at midnight Cinderella had to run
and two fades quickly into one
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Showing posts with label reflection. Show all posts
Showing posts with label reflection. Show all posts
Friday, December 27, 2024
Wednesday, November 27, 2024
quenched
I could see it off in the distance
it beckoned to me, an oasis for the parched
offering honey and the sweetest wine
a promise to fill for a lifetime
the closer I get, further off it seems
a haze that dissipates in the midst
never quite able to grasp, to taste
to finally drink until I'm quenched
the vagueness, the mental imagery
disappears, eluding me
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it beckoned to me, an oasis for the parched
offering honey and the sweetest wine
a promise to fill for a lifetime
the closer I get, further off it seems
a haze that dissipates in the midst
never quite able to grasp, to taste
to finally drink until I'm quenched
the vagueness, the mental imagery
disappears, eluding me
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Sunday, September 22, 2024
within reach
the moon lays buried
where solitude expands
I'm gazing at billboards
and broken lines on asphalt
all lead away from the past
I'm longing for the morning
to rise upon the hills
I can't get the speed I need
but I'm still shifting gears
while watching for the sunrise
and blue sky days ahead
I sink within the darkness
I rise with each new sun
knowing the pivotal point I'll reach
before this day is done
it will shrink in the rear view
and that's all I will leave
better for having been there
but much too proud to stay
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Tuesday, September 10, 2024
fung shui
I opened up some boxes
in this vast, echoing chamber
had a little white elephant sale
ridding some of the old treasures
rearranged the pieces left
redecorated all fung shui
and discovered there's plenty of room
for what will come my way
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in this vast, echoing chamber
had a little white elephant sale
ridding some of the old treasures
rearranged the pieces left
redecorated all fung shui
and discovered there's plenty of room
for what will come my way
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Saturday, September 7, 2024
eclipsed
so this is where you are
and this is where we meet
between unsure and unknown
streets paved with unrealized dreams
did I hear you say that it's wrong
or was it something's not quite right
where could we have gone
but where we did that night
you stopped far short of love
the words never crossed your lips
your sun blocks out my moon
and hope is totally eclipsed
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Sunday, September 1, 2024
silent stars
silent stars shoot across dark sky
a comet's death, lonely they die
like hopes that fade, all
beliefs that wane, quickly
in the blink of an eye
I once believed in fairy tales
of a savior prince, the wall he scales
rhymes once written long ago
they're not true, this I now know
fantasy in gory detail
the moon rises high in velvety night
twinkling stars enhance my plight
do I look for happily ever after?
braving disaster after disaster
trying to rid this stage fright
silent stars shoot across dark sky
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a comet's death, lonely they die
like hopes that fade, all
beliefs that wane, quickly
in the blink of an eye
I once believed in fairy tales
of a savior prince, the wall he scales
rhymes once written long ago
they're not true, this I now know
fantasy in gory detail
the moon rises high in velvety night
twinkling stars enhance my plight
do I look for happily ever after?
braving disaster after disaster
trying to rid this stage fright
silent stars shoot across dark sky
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Saturday, August 24, 2024
embedded
I ran a scan for infestations
looking to rid all complications
viruses through my heart still course
the heartaches there and much remorse
the scan says all herein is clean
I think it's wrong...
that's what I believe
or it's embedded way too deep
I know it's there
I feel it seep
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Saturday, July 20, 2024
morning doves
sing your song, morning doves
it lilts so sweetly on the early morning breeze
I know you are not singing to me
but in the stillness of this cool morning
before my day really begins
sing your song
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it lilts so sweetly on the early morning breeze
I know you are not singing to me
but in the stillness of this cool morning
before my day really begins
sing your song
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redemption day
tried too hard to hide it
melancholy seeping through
this shadow on my soul
the sun does not get to
singing my song to you
and casting it to the wind
echoes in the stillness
throbbing pain within
following your heart's path
the one that leads away
abandon thoughts left here
it's your redemption day
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melancholy seeping through
this shadow on my soul
the sun does not get to
singing my song to you
and casting it to the wind
echoes in the stillness
throbbing pain within
following your heart's path
the one that leads away
abandon thoughts left here
it's your redemption day
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Tuesday, July 9, 2024
slow
so we danced for awhile
and we danced real close
the lyrics blue
the tempo slow
you held me tight
whispered in my ear
just for one night
the meaning clear
so we danced for awhile
and we danced real slow
that song has ended
that one night gone
and we danced real close
the lyrics blue
the tempo slow
you held me tight
whispered in my ear
just for one night
the meaning clear
so we danced for awhile
and we danced real slow
that song has ended
that one night gone
Wednesday, July 3, 2024
transparent
when the fog starts to clear
transparent like glass
what you knew going in
starts to tumble down fast
when the pieces start to fit
finding the one that you missed
once hidden under a rug
'neath the chair where you sit
closure will come
as I distance you from me
like the old saying goes
the truth sets you free
transparent like glass
what you knew going in
starts to tumble down fast
when the pieces start to fit
finding the one that you missed
once hidden under a rug
'neath the chair where you sit
closure will come
as I distance you from me
like the old saying goes
the truth sets you free
Sunday, June 30, 2024
running with scissors
I am running with scissors, throwing caution to the wind
jumping many fences, that used to rein me in
be damned with what they think; or think that they may know
I am not quite finished yet, nor is it time to go
I'm sliding down the banister, of the stairway that leads up
and I am pretty thirsty for what runs over my cup
it's not a mountain breeze, more like a hurricane
the thunder is still crashing and there's lightning just the same
how we've come this far,with still more paths to travel
held together with glue so we don't come unraveled
I don't think we're close to being over or done
another night does pass and up comes the warm sun
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jumping many fences, that used to rein me in
be damned with what they think; or think that they may know
I am not quite finished yet, nor is it time to go
I'm sliding down the banister, of the stairway that leads up
and I am pretty thirsty for what runs over my cup
it's not a mountain breeze, more like a hurricane
the thunder is still crashing and there's lightning just the same
how we've come this far,with still more paths to travel
held together with glue so we don't come unraveled
I don't think we're close to being over or done
another night does pass and up comes the warm sun
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it rings as truth
did I go too far? not far enough?
too late to pull back or call your bluff
it is written in script, and props for the stage
too late to pull back or call your bluff
it is written in script, and props for the stage
should have known better now at this age
vindication of scenes in minuscule facts
the curtain gets drawn on the second act
backstage cues for what's raw in the wings
unheard words and unseen things
it used to be easy--a dress rehearsal
we laughed and cried being not too careful
like mama said, being far to curt
"it is all fun and games till one gets hurt"
I thought she spoke of childish things
it seems she predicted what tomorrow brings
a smart woman who always knew the score
maybe she had seen it once before
either way, it rings as truth
crystal clear, it rings as truth
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vindication of scenes in minuscule facts
the curtain gets drawn on the second act
backstage cues for what's raw in the wings
unheard words and unseen things
it used to be easy--a dress rehearsal
we laughed and cried being not too careful
like mama said, being far to curt
"it is all fun and games till one gets hurt"
I thought she spoke of childish things
it seems she predicted what tomorrow brings
a smart woman who always knew the score
maybe she had seen it once before
either way, it rings as truth
crystal clear, it rings as truth
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Tuesday, June 11, 2024
sacrifice
were you saving it for later?
looking through a scope?
were you trying to pull it together?
this life, your past, these hopes
were you looking for who you are?
as you leave your past in a ditch
were you thinking I'd wait forever
it would go off without a hitch?
were you swimming against the current?
as your fantasies float downstream
were you trying to pull it together?
as you sacrifice one more dream
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looking through a scope?
were you trying to pull it together?
this life, your past, these hopes
were you looking for who you are?
as you leave your past in a ditch
were you thinking I'd wait forever
it would go off without a hitch?
were you swimming against the current?
as your fantasies float downstream
were you trying to pull it together?
as you sacrifice one more dream
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sanity
I sacrificed my sanity
it took a road trip on its own
packing light, taking flight
with all its baggage stowed
gone for just a little while
taking the do's and don'ts
figured it out, now its back
my sanity has come home
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it took a road trip on its own
packing light, taking flight
with all its baggage stowed
gone for just a little while
taking the do's and don'ts
figured it out, now its back
my sanity has come home
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Saturday, June 8, 2024
shallow stream
mountain breeze
whispers sweet
through the desert brush
skies of blue
cloudless, too
once a perfect day
memories fade
as love wades
across a shallow stream
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whispers sweet
through the desert brush
skies of blue
cloudless, too
once a perfect day
memories fade
as love wades
across a shallow stream
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Wednesday, June 5, 2024
no relief
I told you the truth and it didn't set me free
I lived a lie and it's killing me
I spilled it all, told you every word
you turned your back and pretend you heard
it rose high in the sky with the mornin sun
it came back to haunt... all I've said and done
I prayed to the wall about rattles in my brain
no relief came...nothing masks my pain
did you love me for a minute underneath the moon?
did I leave a mark deep inside of you?
was it only on the surface or hidden in your heart?
was there anything there after all of our starts?
tomorrow comes and it's like yesterday
I write the same words with the same refrains
somehow I think it will make you realize
that I was smart enough to read between your lines
I told you the truth and it didn't set me free
I lived a lie and it's killing me
I spilled it all, told you every word
you turned your back and pretend you never heard
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I lived a lie and it's killing me
I spilled it all, told you every word
you turned your back and pretend you heard
it rose high in the sky with the mornin sun
it came back to haunt... all I've said and done
I prayed to the wall about rattles in my brain
no relief came...nothing masks my pain
did you love me for a minute underneath the moon?
did I leave a mark deep inside of you?
was it only on the surface or hidden in your heart?
was there anything there after all of our starts?
tomorrow comes and it's like yesterday
I write the same words with the same refrains
somehow I think it will make you realize
that I was smart enough to read between your lines
I told you the truth and it didn't set me free
I lived a lie and it's killing me
I spilled it all, told you every word
you turned your back and pretend you never heard
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Tuesday, May 28, 2024
Birthday
at the stroke of midnight
another year blows past
like dust in the wind
like fire burns to ash
reflecting on it all
what is now yesterday
the lessons that I've learned
memories that were made
would I change any one moment
if I had the chance?
let me think for a second
NOT ON YOUR LIFE
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Thursday, May 23, 2024
between the lines
I'm reading every line
and what is inbetween
I'm savoring it all
exploring my own meaning
this story is very different
without the turns and twists
sounds like a beginning
at least that is my gist
not a country song
bout how she done him wrong
more like a little ditty
a lyrical love song
lay it out with music
it'd be my favorite melody
for now I keep on reading
dreaming it's about me
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and what is inbetween
I'm savoring it all
exploring my own meaning
this story is very different
without the turns and twists
sounds like a beginning
at least that is my gist
not a country song
bout how she done him wrong
more like a little ditty
a lyrical love song
lay it out with music
it'd be my favorite melody
for now I keep on reading
dreaming it's about me
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Saturday, May 11, 2024
confessions
at the time of my confessions
when no one can hear me
when my needs are deepest
when I’ve lost all belief
sweating out the danger
in the depths of my despair
a mind that travels backward
on a trail that was unfair
the ferocity of the moments
a roadmap with no plan
with faithless understanding
staggering like a blind man
this avalanche of anger
termites eating my soul
slipping from those moments
into Alice's black hole
I'm looking through the window
at the hellish burning flame
always on the outside
but I hear them call my name
in the sorrows of the evening
on a chilly winter night
the loneliness continues
this dream that conjures fright
drenched with trepidation
as I shake myself awake
from this master plan of sorrow
a tale where I remain
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when no one can hear me
when my needs are deepest
when I’ve lost all belief
sweating out the danger
in the depths of my despair
a mind that travels backward
on a trail that was unfair
the ferocity of the moments
a roadmap with no plan
with faithless understanding
staggering like a blind man
this avalanche of anger
termites eating my soul
slipping from those moments
into Alice's black hole
I'm looking through the window
at the hellish burning flame
always on the outside
but I hear them call my name
in the sorrows of the evening
on a chilly winter night
the loneliness continues
this dream that conjures fright
drenched with trepidation
as I shake myself awake
from this master plan of sorrow
a tale where I remain
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
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