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Whispers of a Storm.................................. The silent whisps of splendor...... Course through the midnight sky...... With thunder my spirit rises...... On wind my soul does fly...... Tears of Heaven fall on me...... Soaking me to the bone...... The ever changing earth and sky...... Reminds me I'm not alone ___________http://saphfirepoems.blogdrive.com/__________
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Mijn standen
Alone I cried,
Hoping not even God could see me,
My mind fowl, frightful, Lost
Turning to that which exists only there,
Becoming that which thrives in me.
This creature I have given birth,
An endless creek of torture.
Finds strength in the lonely comfort,
Turns into a violent sea.
Absorbing the hollows of the souls forsaken,
Raging screams of Favor for the need.
I have invoked the soul of my being,
Let free the dieing light of my soul.
Only when the bottom is reached,
May I have the strength to stand again.
Find me hence, climbing the walls of my body
Lend your hand to me,
Find strength in what I lost
Know that I have been there to,
At the end of what is,
And the beginning of what may be...
I beg, you plea, I glance, you flee I sing, I dance, Caught in hearts trance Flying, escaping Screaming, defying Burning, burned Wrapped in fear assured Have you ever cried just because? Or Cried knowing you cried for someone elses sake? It is strange the connection people have to what is around them. A sort of violent connection some are overly sensitive about while others do not seem to feel it at all. How is it this way? A balance? Someone always on the other side of your fence? Some one always there to tip your balance, your existence. "There is a balance, always a balance." But it is up to you to be the tipper or the balancer. Like yin and yang, like Fire and Water, like fear and reflection. I was confused by this and yet oddly comforted, because in a way these balances are in fact the SAME. An odd rarity many exist in, believe in, die in. and then I just confuse my self more.
