Opposites must end

…and yet there is a moment, recalled at least once, by all, yet neglected within its time. A once upon a time moment, it’s fairy tale embedded drip, molten and attached anonymously upon our minds, stealthily impressed, secretly within our hearts.
The perfect moment when the guard was dropped, the care transcended, the need to explain left at doorway of opposites and in this moment, this beautiful perfect moment, we are reborn and will forever live again.

It is then having experienced our perfect moment, we understand the inexorable opposites are that whose existence must come to end.

Amen.  ∞

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I want to love forever

HUMAN
by justme

I want to love forever
Touch my hand, hold me closer
Rest your head upon this shoulder
For the wind blows fierce and raw
Darkness descends
This night suffocates
Everything feels much colder

I don’t want to live forever
Just want to be with you
I will wait a thousand years or lives
To see you again
To feel what I feel here now
I just want to be together

Oh death, tell me the secret of life
When you come is that us over
No more the essence or the touch
No more the voice.
Oh death
Why does love not amount to much?

Rattling bones within a box
All alone,
We wait..
We wait to rot. ∞

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Take me home

PRAYER OF THE SILENT RIVER 
by justme

Silent river run your stream
Teach me now of all unseen.
Silent river going where?
You weave and dance without a care.

Silent river like a pain ignored
A crutch attached,human man ignored.
Silent river, not so silent now.
Where or when or if or how.

Silent river filled with dreams.
Teasing, tempting is what it seams.
Your going where? Please let us know.
Men don’t know,yet the babble flows.

Silent river please take me home.
To the land were mothers angels roam
And I shall rest and deeply sleep
To dream of past and my secrets keep.

Silent river now I shall die.
I shall never know if you will so cry.
But silent river you shall carry me on.
Until you stop where I belong.

Silent river my fathers here.
The sound of time, no longer near.
Silent river wash my hand
…..

…..and lay me gently, upon the silent land. ∞

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And then one night…

...and then the dream within the dream, it chased the shadows, then loved serene. Knowledged humans believed in weak, they twisted silence beyond the meek, the ego leapt, only itself to keep. And then one night when all was still, the breathing throbbed the dream was killed. A soul it silenced no word need speak, no dream of dream was there to seek. A silent tear it slipped the eye, killed the thought, and simply….cried.
The heavens opened and earth it held, the voice inside neither laughed or yelled, but within that moment all was clear, no more strangers, all now are near. Brother, sister was no more, silence thundered as a mighty roar… and as moment danced, it dance with joy, opinion gone, no more they cry. ∞

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The funeral


A FATHER’S FUNERAL
by justme

Darkened cavalcade slow yet fast, streams the streets of living past
Turns the bends of childhood days
While sweeping clouds and coloured greys
Once spent with smiling innocence
When dreams looked out and made such sense
Landmarks still and stubborn dress
Mark the time, when hours, no press
When running was, just for fun, and every memory, always the sun.

Mumbling men in funeral black, step within a drizzling haze
Black knee length coats
Bought for just, such days
From hearse to tail tiered by love
From deepest hurt, to respecting shove.
It’s reached the church as road runs out,
Life in the distance, seems to roar and shout

Flailing, weeping child pulls and twangs even a heart of stone
As gazers drain each tear and sob, as the closest cling to him, alone.
Just to have one second more, to say,
I have loved you always and not just this day.
Why should they dress and move accord the man
Who whispers instruction for all to follow, his plan.

Sweet silence descends the pious place, as some just hold, pious
a memoried face
Which even now, begins to slip,
Amongst crumbling tissues and sibling grip
Angels sing, and then some people talk,
The priest address, the undertakers stalk

Still the closest, talk just to him
Welling sadness soon to reach the brim.

Slowly lowered one side too high
A single rose and a wish to die. A fathers gone,
Nothing anyone can do.
a mother and daughter and a bond so true.

A loving husband and father, underneath a hill of clay
Struggled all his life
Just to be here,
today.

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Canvas of spirit

..and still the man continues in the throes of ignorance….the playground littered with forgotten potentials, blowing gently, dragging and grinding the surface of hope…. still the beholder, beholds… then time slows and slows and stops… within this moment the beholder intervenes and the canvas not of earth or wind but of spirit and memory, plays, displays, the forgotten moments of time, of man, of silence, of silly moments, once laughed, once passed, then stored and ignored… yet kept, once lost, then felt… mans own selfmade cross…

The angels seeing the beholder intervene, lift their veil, to the astonishment of man and that which was once so flippantly beheld, the spirit kneels and to mother and brother and friend bids itself farewell, in silence …adieu, adieu, adieu as the world watches the playground litter blow…..

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The dream of life

THE DREAM OF LIFE
by justme

My dream is the dream of life
Found in death, freed by death
A sorrowful thing am I.
I sit upon the tree alone, it’s branches tremble not, for it is I who shivers
My shaking wakes the earth, no other birds will sit with me, the onlooker, the gazer of things.
My song the song of my forefathers, breathes life, calls death, a waiting thing am I
Alone, so very alone.
Yet to my silent tune the clouds they dance, they cry, they move.
To my silent dance we hold each other and smile and weep for a lost tomorrow
Somewhere within the space between the stars, held within the moment is my place.
A perfect place, a quiet place, where I belong
where I am real   

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Listen, listen

I AM HERE
by justme

Ah, I feel you here, your solemn stare
Graveside dread fills your timeless moment
Many people, yet to you, no care
You knew this moment would come for you, or me.
Is it me who died or is it me, who’s free?
I am here.

Feel the peppered bites of  breeze upon your skin,
It is I.
I touch your skin with mine, that’s all
Let the rain drops caress your face
Let them merge with tears.
Let the blinding veil of man pull back,
or fall.
For I am here.
I am very near.

Close your eyes my love, for within a moments blink
I shall fill your heart with love, yet it shall cut you like a knife
Still, let it in.
I am the gap between the words, listen, listen!
I am the prayer, listen listen!
Hold not to me, for I hold you, without, within.
For I am here.

Stay not with me, no need
To let me leave

This day is our day, to share,
to live, to breathe
For I am your breath.
Look beyond the eyes of a smaller man
I am not within this wooden prison
You know you did not see me.
Yet you know, you feel, I am here
It is only if you do not trust me
It is this I fear,
yet not.
For I know my love, for sure,
I am here.

Life whispered to me once upon a time
I will not leave you, I will be with you,
even unto the end of time.
Breathe my love that life might stay with me.

Breathe with me, for I am here. ∞

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Destiny

DESTINY
by justme

Stillness thunders a powerful prose
Eyes they shudder, stutter and close.
Eight stone of muscle, meat and bone, weighs upon the bed, all alone.
A presence proved by a slightly sunken bed.
No movement now, for she, she is dead.

Our Father in heaven, who to hell are you?
Why was it her? What did she, an innocence do?
You killed the beauty before my eyes
Now the earth has lost, yet it’s only I,
who cries.

Invisible pain clamps my gut, rips my heart, dried mouth wide shut.
I’m over there across the room, my body stands, yet I see it’s gloom.
Mind it drifts as salty tears they creep, I enter a moments, a moments dreamy sleep.

Young perfect face and bright happy eyes, smiling lips and to my surprise,
she’s tall and elegant,
yet, shes so softly shy.

She won’t  look straight, head it flops
as she walks toward me, for me,
time it stops.
Behold the beauty before my eyes, we met by fate, to fulfil our lives.
Lips meet cheek, fingers entwine, my chest it displays, this girl is mine.

Then I knew…

This human meeting of this girl and a boy, was forged in the mountains, rivers and sky.
It was determined before the birth of the sun, it was an idea before the first river had run.
It’s etched on the surface and the core of the moon, the stars spell our names
they dance to our tune.

Then I return…

Eyes they open, she’s still dead, a silent body on a silent bed.
Memories still fill this holy place, beauty still fills her sleeping face.
I feel you woman, I sense you near, no answer comes, can you hear?
A girl leaves a man, a husband a wife.
Such is the way,
such is, my life.

 

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Fly her home

THE TEARS OF MAN
by justme

And so it is, the tears of man
Chrystal clear before time began
Touch the timeless of courser skin
Made not by her but as time begin.
Hollow eyes, magic drops, saddened he, and time it stops
Grey dried hair, the timeless still, daunted moment, only itself can fill.
Whispering air calls a breath, from babe to woman and now to death.
Stillness fills an unfulfillable time, a woman ends an endless rhyme
Silence fills an aching heart, timeless pain, nowhere to start.
Sinking bodies cry alone,
Gods angels call
Then they fly her home

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