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.
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.
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.
The start of a most tragic thought through all of humankind
To ponder possibilities of what could come behind
Some desired course of action. Some decision so sublime
Observes no answer for repeated questionings in mind
But simply cycles downward in a whirlpool of the time.
If only I had not done that
If only I were there
If only life were not so tragic, weary, and unfair
If only I could fly away
If only I could flee
If only… With such words as these we grovel and we plea.
What thoughtless hopeless despondence queries as these depict
When lowly mortals seek to sort all of natures rhyme and writ
It leaves them hopeless. Barely coping- The temerity of it!
Take these useless words away
That I be not obliged to say
Ever again within my speech
What I was once fooled to believe.
Write them off or discard me
For I have naught that you should need
But save me from those cursed words
And take from me that bitter scourge
What fiendish mind begat those words?
What thought had he but his own hurt?
There is no ‘if only’ to be had
What you’re given is what you have
Not more not less and if you feel
that probity might somehow seal
a future more desirable
I tip my hat to your pure soul
For you have not yet learned the woes
that life displays when it implodes
then suffocates you with its lies
to crush the innocence you prize.
Ah quite useless it
But still provocative the rift
That forms within your mind amidst
The echoes that these words emit
To taunt like cold fingertips
Daring you to not forget.
Not again I say
‘If only’ never comes to stay.
“Before this last time that I leave
take I beg of you this key.
For it alone can free my heart
which I have kept quite set apart
within a stronghold so secure
might and force cannot procure.
Take and hold it here for me
until someone who is worthy
should venture in to claim its prize
releasing then this heart of mine.”
With that she placed that silver key
into the hand of Him unseen.
She cried for her brother
as he journeyed beyond
the peaks of the mountains
in search of a song
She asked of her mother
if it would be long
before the night tempest
turned into the dawn
She begged of her father
“Oh, let me I pray
venture out searching
I’ll find my own way.”
She called for her lover
“Come take me away
for I’ve lost the reasons
that force me to stay.”
She fled to the city
such exciting sights
no thoughts of the future
she lived for the night
Until came a moment
when dark pleasures bite
demanded a payment
in exchange for a life.
She turned to a bottle
so no one would hear
the sounds of her crying
her shedding of tears
She thought of the Preacher
after many years
and hope of procuring
a peace from her fears.
But instead she took potions
and pills of a kind
that take away notions
and thoughts about time.
And wasted and ravished
frightened and alone
she fell to sins cycle
hopeless and unknown.
I suppose if ever comes the day
again when we meet face to face
I do not know what I would say
to make it worth your time to stay
Supposing I had strength to play
some song of love to break the chains
of loneliness which still remain
Perhaps then I, your heart, could sway.
But still again supposing I
could spread out wings and upward fly
what good would be those wings of mine
if I forget the heart inside?
Perhaps I won’t recall today-
this thought, this rhyme, this foolish flame.
Perhaps tomorrow I will say
“Goodbye my love- I go away.”