Glass Bodies

Like glass

You seen before me

Clear and easy to understand

Yet fragile and breakable

And yet you seem so strong

But you are fragile inside

With crystal clear vision

And yet you can be alluring

Like a mosaic frame

Or a catholic church window.

You shed light on many during the brightest days

And yet you provide no light to those in the darkest of nights.

You seem cold and harsh,

Yet you can shield many from brutal winds.

With a body of glass, 

Not just yours,

But mine as well.

We are different bodies,

Yet we are made the same.

Our bodies of glass

Only change with our purpose,

We have a purpose and yet it can be alot, or it can be few.

But think of what our glass bodies can do.

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Slowly we Dance

We have sat for hours

Not a word’s been said,

Yet your embrace is what i crave

Even if our discussions are dead.
I slowly rise

And take your hand,

Yet you seem hesitant

Slow to take a stand.
“It’s fine.” I urge

And pull you close

Afraid to let you slip away.

As we slowly start to sway.
You relax into my arms

And we dance along

Slowly we dance into the night

Even if all doesnt seem right.

A dollar,  a coin, a will

Drunk on pain

Dazed by thought

Thought of playin games

ended up doing naught

A golden coin

A silver mine

a treasure trove

A money grove

as many search

and few do find

success in writing

and have time to continue,

the will of the writer

the mind of an author,

the beauty of a poet

and the view of an artist,

all of them are one

with the exception of their trade,

but the fact remains standing

that their skill

and thought

leads to a work of art

etched into paper,

canvas, technology

for all to find

and all to read.

Do any of you have the will

the idea and skill set

to follow your dream and make it come true?

The pebble and the wall

Before you now

A towering wall,

The likes of which 

Would kill you when you fall.
As strong as it appears

It has a weakness.

Just like yours

Which sends you to tears.
The wall may stop many things

But take a pebble

And throw it at the wall

And you can chip at it

Turning it to rubble.
The pebble though small

Puny compared to the wall

Can break it down

And cause severe damage

Its a threat to all.
The wall must be maintained

To last for many days,

But the pebbles are all around

Scattered on the ground

The earth thus stained.
To maintain and keep

To fix and repair

The damage over time

Is quick and easy

But the scars and marks 

The holes and chipped

The cracks and breaks

May never leave.
A reminder, that the pebble is stronger than the keep.

That the wall, to a pebble shall fall

Middle of it all

Stepping out,

From this place,

Stepping from,

your embrace.

A world I see

Staring back

Straight at me

For an eternity.
The fleeting kiss

From the breeze.

The minor stop

Of my heart.
A world so big

Yet so small

A world so high 

Above it all.
I’m standing in the middle of it all

The hidden ark.

I’m standing in the middle of it all

In the middle of nature’s park.
I’m standing in the middle of it all

In the middle of nature’s park.

With my back against the world

Away from its cold embrace

Far away, from, its, gaze

Far away from a single trace.
And looking back

What I see

Is a new start

For you and me
In the middle of nature’s park

Standing next to you

We feel worlds apart

But I’d give you my heart

I’d give you my heart.
I’m standing in the middle of it all

In the middle of nature’s park

Feeling like we’re worlds apart

But I’d give you my heart

I’d give you my heart.

Can’t you see me? 

So, we all got our demons.”
our demons may differ slightly,

as I said, mines, a shadow,

A mystery that exists,

that few know.
You see him,

but few notice.

Like a ghost,

he vanishes at night

and as loyal as he is

returns by day.
“We all have our fears.”
Tears are strolling,

no longer controlling.

pain, loss, hatred, death.

all hurt the same,some less.
“We’re all lost.”
Trying to find

only to find it trying itself.

Our paths long lost

our roads seemingly gone.

we wander in search,

hoping to find our way back.
“Sorry for this suckish section. I think I should remove this book. It already hurts before I write here. Writing just reminds me of the pain…”
I walk away, the question still in the air.

“Do I stay Do I go?”