True Colors

Thus at last true colors shine through

The plagues of past remorse now proved

You’ve fallen crass while words you knew

Fade out en masse unknown to you.

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Countless the casualties of war

Boundless the wonder we restore

To hearts unworthy of what’s pure

The bounty of those conflicts borne.

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When choices made reflect the truth

So many closing doors of youth

Will grant options restored from dues

Unpaid, unwanted, all recused.

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Thus at last as colors proved true

Return loves past to hearts anew

You’ve lost, though cast, your words en queues

Replaced by shafts of light in truth.

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Through History

If I had not fallen then I’d lift you up
If I were not broken then I’d give you love
If I could awaken what has all but died
Perhaps I’d remember and turn to the light

If you had not told me I was not enough
If you could have seen past the man that I was
If you were not taken to you I would fly
Perhaps you’d remember how hard I had tried

But these are the thoughts of all that could be
Lost in the moments of our histories
These are the dreams we know never can be
For these are the roads untainted and free

But still the mind wonders of all that could be
If roads never taken were open and free
No matter the choices whether wrong or right
Written and echoing through history.

In Conclusion

Once again we’ve settled here
To drown out our pain and fears
Turning to these traits of old
That once left us broken, cold
Breaking minds to numb the pain
Losing time in our escape
Hoping for someone to hold
Yet afraid we’re growing old
And will lose the time and chance
To enliven lost romance.

Here at last we find ourselves
Changed from who we knew so well
Altered by the passing years
Accentuated by our tears.
Yet at last who we once knew
Once so pure and full of youth,
(While those roads of futures past
Have turned to histories last)
Shan’t return to former games
Nor reach past these latest days.

Turning from such worn out places
Ever changing, changing faces
Nothing of our former places
Matters when our face is nameless
Empty reaching cross the void
Urged to speak above the noise.
Hear conclusions oft unsaid
From saddest end of saddest men
Choice of fate or God’s decree
Life in fullness bends the knee.

Where We Are

Traditions held from former days

Lost in isolation’s gaze

Hold a reminiscent place

Even as allegiance sways.

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Token mem’ries oft emit

Tranquil thoughts from former gifts

Granted from ignorant bliss

Left behind but ever missed.

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Now as time and habits take

Their toll on this pilgrims way

Still roads to the future’s paved

With the choices of today.

Solemn Warning

I cannot answer what I see-

Broken hearts and broken dreams

Ever held in memories

As repeating melodies.

Notes of sadness all unseen

Playing, playing, constantly;

Cycling in an endless dream.

Never ending tragedies.

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Time eternal can’t restrain

All the wealth and depth of pain

Freely loosed without constraint

Ever constant burning flames.

While to minds of men in shame

Falling short again, again

Wells endless seem to remain

Filling when they fall dismayed.

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Ah to those who pure of heart

Have not yet fallen apart

Now take heed and never start

Down the path of darkened hearts!

You’ve not yet known just how far

Falls the chasm, nor the scars.

Leave off wondering the part

Of all those with blackened hearts.

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Heed this warning that I speak

Flee! Oh, flee from evil deeds.

Haunted

Beyond the doors of choices made

Those which haunt us through our days

All of laughter fades away

As the tears of yesterday

Spring anew and bloom again

Like those untimely deeds of men

Lacking consequence are splayed;

Life in fullness is disdained.

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The tragedy is all remain

Bound by cords made of the same

Decisions past those of today

Even so while passing blame

For what was done before the chains

And all the choices never made;

As an Adam, Eve they blame

Ignorance their sole refrain.

Never Gone

It’s only when we reach the end

Of all that’s known will we begin

To press into that vast expanse

Of life beyond our present breath

And turn our eyes to future’s new

And welcome thoughts and dreams into

Our lives which once before were stale

Vapid from some windless gale

Of absolute monotony

Our hearts yearning to find reprieve

Our minds wishing for something more-

But fearing we won’t open doors

To where we’ve never gone before.