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On Fears

The mad who remember
Weaken, succumb to pain.
The mad who forget
How careless and hasty they!
But rare the one who remembers
And looks fear in the eye,
And when it seems to take a hold,
To let it pass by.
The strength to examine fear
And prudence to let it go
Is something we should all aspire to
When I find it, I’ll let you know.

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Lucida

She was born and Lucida was her name.
Constant was her existential crisis
To her condition lay all of the blame
And pass responsibility of this
To nobody else per her solitude.
To her, it seemed, others were too distant.
Possessing this mindset, this attitude,
She has borne the cold mask of dissidence.
She would soon discover, but now unknown,
Like those of the sky: Vega and Rigel,
She among many, the brightest to glow.
What is seen on her surface predicts well
The beauty within only others see.
She’ll learn she is as much as she believes.

Her Reason Why

Once she had a thought.
Once she had strength,
Once there was a day at length.
And with that thought she,
Tried to escape on her own.
But few are they who can truly leave home.
No real attempt was made,
I’ll tell you why,
Her son gave her reason to try.
And try she does. Against all odds
She’s none the worse for wear.
There isn’t much for these winds and waves that she can prepare.
Forward to the future,
Leaving the past behind,
And abandoning those unkind,
She isn’t likely to quickly change her mind.
Still carrying scars and mending broken wings,
She awakes to a new day and sings.
What is scarred and broken is no burden,
When it’s so bright, what’s behind the next curtain.

A Loss of Sight

I awake with this:
A burden on my eyes;
The weight of tomorrow.
My future sight,
Too young dies.
I cannot see I must borrow.
What I thought I saw was not,
The sight isn’t what I sought,
But the goal of bliss.
There’s no weight,
No burden on these eyes.
A load never meant to carry.
Now to seek only light
And darkness to despise,
My anxiety: another body to bury.

Banish Ignorance

A calling unto deep dreams, musings.
A thought in the past consuming.
No profit gained but still they search for this.
Unforseen consequence transpires.
Everyone here who has conspired
Loses what little left they had of ignorant bliss.
Yet bliss they never meant to hold,
Ignorance they meant to banish so,
Cast aside was their selfish bliss and painful knowledge ensued.
To prepare for the future and learn from the past.
Where others seeks what rust, we what lasts,
With what moths cannot eat nor thieves steal, we’re imbrued.

A Lesson in the Storm

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In came the wind today.
It took her heart so far away,
She didn’t fight, she let it fly.
So many reasons, she could’ve cried.
As before the wind, grass would yield,
She was the same and saw no appeal,
To impersonate an oak, and meet the same end
As the grass, but with a more violent bend.
Then having fallen and no one heard,
She says lamenting:
“Joy is made sorrow and the lonely burn.
All is made nothing. Our lives so short.
Where is the Watchman, sitting high in His fort?”
In her silence, on the wind, an answer she hears.
“This is why your heart disappeared:
You had no patience for the storm,
You knew not its true form.
All is made nothing, and sorrow to joy,
But again there is something! There is more I employ.
Stand rise again! You will conquer I ensure,
The storm is nothing, you have the strength to endure.
The only oaks that fall to the wind, all have rotten roots
Grasses may not fall, but they accomplish nothing expect for becoming soot.”
She arose and stood again, knowing fully where to stand.
Then on the narrow path, for her first few steps,
She held the Masters hand.

A Choice of Paths

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“No, I have no desire,
With you to conspire.
I’ve seen the shadows
In which you hide,
I’ve seen the low blows
That decide
Many a fight, unfairly in your favor.
You shameless deciever.”
After his peace he had said,
He went on living, no longer dead.
Saved by the choice of this foolish notion
To be cast aside, a cycle of folly broken.
To reject the conspiring against others,
And start down a path of loving his brothers.