The tendrils of true love
Lie destroyed
Destruction from the inside overruled its tender power
Gather the witnessers
Love is no more
Love is not to recover
Love is lost
The tendrils of true love
Lie destroyed
Destruction from the inside overruled its tender power
Gather the witnessers
Love is no more
Love is not to recover
Love is lost
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Thoughts of a journey to myself. At times we all wonder who we are. If you never wondered what made you you you’re still too young. These thoughts accompany periods of deep thought and work as well as periods of recovers and streaks of illness. I’m alright but not so frequently online. Forgetting things can be tyring… burn out symptoms at best… no vacation in sight but resting. Love to you all my friends.
Walk softly
Tread lightly
Don’t let yourself get you in the depth of night
Careful and tender be your steps
Move stairs lightly
Watch the smallest with tender care
Be yourself in every way
Laugh often
Watch the moon rise and fall
Walk softly
Tender moss will soften your steps
Birds shall sing and and bees will hum
There are things that will come
Sooner or later the moon will brighten
Dream carefully
The dreamhunters are sharpening their knifes
Don’t loose your body underneath
In thoughts be mine
Don’t let yourself get you
Remember the signs bits and pieces
Threads of white
A souless eye watching
Prowling in the night
Stay away don’t stray
Kepp yourself away from all places too dark to mention
Be where the light can reach you
Wonder in peace
Dream of peaceful shades and glades
Where arrows never flew nor maidens walked
Pray for those you care for to be safe and sound
Don’t loose hope don’t let them get to all
Who know the Word love in a way
That tells of times a moving
Sleep tight under a woolen shed
Stay in the light of feelings promising safety and humble thought
May the woods of the old become a home to your soul in danger
May the doors of time open and close at your need
Be safe my friends sleep soundly
You alone know hope sleeps alone
I see you , feel your strength
I hear your voice calling out
I observe your delighted dance
I watch you drink and dine in style
I glimpse at you rolled up in sleep
I saw death in your eyes
I saw him finally leave
I look out for your happy feetfall
grey sky hiding the moon
white canvas waiting for colour
fine lines in my heart
innocent white claimed soon
moonlight dancing in the parlour
black ink dancing in my mind
wishes roaming a la carte
wishful pictures of a kind
a start hard to find
moonborn linery lingering
wind from the east
brought tiny drops
wind from the west
brought pearls of sand
wind from the north
brought grains and seeds
wind from the south
brought colourful sounds
sick and tired of the world
sometimes so angry
at stupidity easily circum-vented
vented in deed
I stand
sick and tired
wicked thoughts scratching at the edge of mind
taunting thoughts in birth
sick and tired
the world at times
wants to hang itself
no use to try to tend the tender wounds
people and life slew
frustrated neglected mother of the lot
earth has become
sick and tired
as I
of them and her
a light on the horizon
will reach the depth of each broken heart
it offers inner peace
real warmth from the inner light
will mend the ice within time
the remnants of the sunburn fade
my poems with fotos and illustration
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It was a hard piece of work to beat the formatting for poetry…
after 18 hours it is done and looks just fine
want a sneak preview?
http://www.smashwords.com/extreader/read/474181/1/seeds-of-thought
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peace to all my readers