Featured Poem:
Complexities
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Featured Poem:
Complexities
Complexities
Complexities are simplicities compounded
Layered reasons, paper-thin,
Folded into reams,
Stacked on top of each other
A billion simplicities
Interconnected and throbbing
To know one is to glimpse all
To gaze down the marrow chamber of its spine
Fate’s Music
Fate plays all of us to a tune we don’t know
Thou at times we dance to its beat
But who prey tell is the conductor
Is it us with our dreams
And songs in our heads
Or does destiny make
The music that moves us
Are we improvising
Or is it written
I would wager both are on stage
That we are at our best when in harmony
Only these things are certain
We are not alone in this orchestra
We all have our diminuendos and crescendos
We all lend our strains to the symphony
And the curtain falls on us all
Through darkness
How deep was the darkness that enveloped me
And for years of youth was all to see
How much hurt and scorn can a boy take
And what kind of man do they make
Yet all the innocence lost, never to return
Set a blaze in me a fire to learn
Once it drove me to be the best
Now I lay that ghost to rest
I have nothing to prove,
My life has shown
Out of the dirt an oak has grown
Though at times afraid
I shan’t yield to the frightening
The darker the clouds
The brighter the lightening
Should the darkness impinge once more
It will find me as it did before
Complexities
Complexities are simplicities compounded
Layered reasons, paper-thin,
Folded into reams,
Stacked on top of each other
A billion simplicities
Interconnected and throbbing
To know one is to glimpse all
To gaze down the marrow chamber of its spine
Fate’s Music
Fate plays all of us to a tune we don’t know
Thou at times we dance to its beat
But who prey tell is the conductor
Is it us with our dreams
And songs in our heads
Or does destiny make
The music that moves us
Are we improvising
Or is it written
I would wager both are on stage
That we are at our best when in harmony
Only these things are certain
We are not alone in this orchestra
We all have our diminuendos and crescendos
We all lend our strains to the symphony
And the curtain falls on us all
Through darkness
How deep was the darkness that enveloped me
And for years of youth was all to see
How much hurt and scorn can a boy take
And what kind of man do they make
Yet all the innocence lost, never to return
Set a blaze in me a fire to learn
Once it drove me to be the best
Now I lay that ghost to rest
I have nothing to prove,
My life has shown
Out of the dirt an oak has grown
Though at times afraid
I shan’t yield to the frightening
The darker the clouds
The brighter the lightening
Should the darkness impinge once more
It will find me as it did before
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