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I was browsing through my old blog when I saw this.

Is this possible?

I need the magic now.

it pains me every time I lay still
   and listen to my thoughts
I run from the silence
   it echoes my thoughts
I  turn to the music
   to drown my own hymn
but my soul’s drumming
   battles with the radio’s rhythm
it was a struggle
   going on and on… and on
nauseating, drowning.

it stabs me
   every step I take
I try to run
  but the stabs… the stabs are aching.
and my feet,
my  feet are weary and refusing…
I have to run
  and if  I couldn’t, I have to scream 
But I couldn’t mount a voice
  No voice to disperse the stabbing threat
All I could, is quietly cry
  Let me out, let me out
Pleading, bleeding.

and I ask everyday
   why do you shut me out
and I wait everyday
   in relentless pain
knowing there will be no answer.
silencing, deafening.

 

 

you were that imaginary elf friend…
walking away
going back to your world
to claim thy crystal of  charm

I shout out in the woods
but you didn’t turn your back

I said quietly,
let the crystal
sparkle in your life;
gather back the trust
you scattered in the fields
you once wearily toiled…
let the crystal
mirror your life
and bring forth youth;
let the eerie laughter
sweetly abound
synching with thy heart’s festive beat

for my friend…
In my quiet,
I loved you that way
and wished you that sweetness
even if I only knew you
by your quiet poking in air
I wished you well
the only way I could
for it is—
that your life was a fantasy
that I couldn’t reach your quiet springs
I couldn’t touch the blooms of the gardens that you tended
and couldn’t understand
the uncertainty of the mountains you wished to traverse

I am on earth, shaken by earthen troubles
implanted to my land…
As you go
I search for a trace of you that’s real
And yes,
I remember quite clearly
You etched a part of you on
that flowing rainbow
after a cool day’s drizzle
You were playing the colors of the air
in hope and purity
for in your world you touch it
you weave it…

in mine
all I wish is to see you shine through.

walk away my friend
seek the crystal my world could not witness
and shine through.

A friend of mine once told me, “You know, you are too honest and that makes you so vulnerable.”  That is how it is in life. The more you sacrifice of your privacy, the more vulnerable you are to threats of security.  If you give away your email to a software site download you give away more room to be spammed.  You give your birthday in one of these sites, you give away to cyberspace one more key to your credit card. You see, the more vulnerable you are the more chances of being damaged. Grrr… I know that but I can’t help it. If you truly believe, honesty is an inevitable.  

So, ouch. Again.