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Two Leaves
Two leaves float down a river,
Pulled by the current of life.
Sometimes they take the same path,
Sometimes the river splits them up.
Yet even when apart,
They travel together.
Because all paths lead to the source,
Still, each journey may vary.
Where one leaf faces rocks and rapids,
The other leaf faces calm tranquillity.
Where one leaf feels the warmth of the sun,
The other leaf is beaten by rain.
At times, all leaves get stuck,
Blocked by debris or caught on a bank.
Or pulled under the surface and trapped.
At these times the leaves must wait.
Wait for another to knock it free.
Or for the flow to clear the way.
Or for the slow push of time itself,
To gently alter the river’s shape.
Then the leaves will float once more,
This interruption quickly forgotten,
Because the destination is the same,
No matter which path it took.
Two leaves float down a river,
Pulled by the current of life.
Sometimes they take the same path,
Sometimes the river splits them up.
Yet even when apart,
They travel together.
Because all paths lead to the source,
Still, each journey may vary.
Where one leaf faces rocks and rapids,
The other leaf faces calm tranquillity.
Where one leaf feels the warmth of the sun,
The other leaf is beaten by rain.
At times, all leaves get stuck,
Blocked by debris or caught on a bank.
Or pulled under the surface and trapped.
At these times the leaves must wait.
Wait for another to knock it free.
Or for the flow to clear the way.
Or for the slow push of time itself,
To gently alter the river’s shape.
Then the leaves will float once more,
This interruption quickly forgotten,
Because the destination is the same,
No matter which path it took.
This poem is from the book ‘Reflections of the Self, The Poetry, Insights, and Wisdom Of Silence’.
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Suffering Without Hope
One day I will wake
To find you hanging
Above a letter
I won’t need to read it
I already know why
You tell me daily
Different words
Same truth
Suffering without hope
I find myself
Silently mourning
A death
That’s yet to happen
Unable to stop
The inevitability
Of your choice
Despite knowing
You are making it
I should do more
But there’s nothing more I can do
Other than wait
One day I will wake
To find you hanging
Above a letter
I won’t need to read it
I already know why
You tell me daily
Different words
Same truth
Suffering without hope
I find myself
Silently mourning
A death
That’s yet to happen
Unable to stop
The inevitability
Of your choice
Despite knowing
You are making it
I should do more
But there’s nothing more I can do
Other than wait
This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.
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spider
i killed
instinctively
moving before thought
its body crushed under my heel
only in death
could I see
the beauty
of its life
This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.
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release
calm
within the eye
of the storm
joy
vicariously
obtained
warmth
besides
growing fire
clarity
from duty
beyond self
peace
of a riptide’s
pull
focus
alongside
fear
awe
at primal
efficiency
pleasure
in
pain
release
through acceptance
of death
This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.
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Life Is Just A Costume
Impending doom
Looms over the womb
Nothing can exhume
The gloom of the tomb
Life is just a costume
An heirloom
A temporary bloom
Before the darkness consumes
This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.
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Irony
Do I think it true
Because it is
Or because I want it to be?
I cannot see
The bonds that blind me
But I know they’re there
Death isn’t tragic
But how death occurs
Most often is
Fantasy
Can only exist
If I’m an active participant
This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.
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Impact
When I die
What will be left of me
Beyond these words
And
The impact I have had
On others?
This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.
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Forgotten
Eventually
The day will come
When
You are thought of
For the last time
When
All evidence
Of your existence
Has vanished
When
Even your descendants
Have forgotten
Your name
When
Every atom
Of your body
Has been recycled
Then
All that will persist
Of you
Will be the subtle impact
Of your brief touch
Upon the collective consciousness
Of humanity
This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.
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capitalistic desire
here’s to the capitalistic desire
to sacrifice our lives
in order to have the
most fancy coffin
just to flex on
our friends
that we didn’t have time for
and to afford a headstone
chiselled with a quote
espousing the value
of hard work
and dedication
to something beyond ourselves
that no one will read
This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.
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A Day Without Fear
I fear death
But
I fear dying
Having never lived
A day
Without fear
More
This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.
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