Dream This
If your time is up,
Did you do everything
You wanted to?
We put our dreams on shelves made of
Ice.
As we journey
Through daily pish-posh
The sun begins to melt our
Shelves
Slowly.
But,
We do not see it because we are
Focused on the bumper sticker
In front of us.
As the sun continues to
Shine,
Our dreams begin to melt
Silently
With the ice
And when we finally turn to get them
We realize
Winter only comes once a year.
Copyright © Rob J. Spain 2003
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Loss
Birds whispering through the
Evening sunlight.
I wonder what time it is?
Words forming sentences
Create something from nothing.
Cry, the pain is never far away.
Inside the the caverns of ties
Swimming helplessly in a sea of
Misery.
Crescent moon looking down from
The skies.
Insist on only the best
Cannot reach the top anymore.
Study the elements of empirical loss,
You will never taste the truth
Again.
Die
Die
Die
Like the ones before
Disassociation is all that remains
Sing the melody of the lost love
Lament and weep the absence of a love
That never existed.
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Search
All alone.
Is there something about me?
Is this my "meant to be" and
I have not been made aware?
My hand is empty and yet I fear
Settling
For less than perfection.
However,
It has crossed my mind
The standards I have devised
Reside on a
Plateau
That is not mine to
Aspire.
All I really want is that which is
Beauty and completeness
To me.
No hidden motives
Just companionship.
Oh well,
Such is life
Or
My life.
So as I adjust to seeking
And never receiving
I will imagine all that may never
Be mine.
Copyright © Rob J. Spain 2003
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Intrigue Seduces
I know you have to be some sort of angelic demon that has been disguised
and compromised in a quandary of disconnected realities.
Come and show me that the power to decide is not found in the ease of a
Compromise.
I'll show you that the world can be what you want to create
and can be oblivious from that in which you tend to hestitate.
It can only be what you want to release that can cause the immediate ease
of the turbulent conflictions that tend to become your afflictions in the end.
Who are you and what do you want to achieve as you inhibit the existence of what has been interpreted as resistance to blissful
comepleteness?
I have to discover and recover the present and know that it cannot be defined by the past as I have been inclined to determine as
factual and substantial.
No one can persuade me to retreat unless I have lost the security that intrigue has extended as her gift
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