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WondermentSome days, I find myself
 counting
         the s e  c   o    n     d      s
 and
   the
     thump
       thump
         thump
 of my heart
           and
 pondering
       quietly
         what I could have
              should have
                   would have
 said
                   were I
    better
         braver
              stronger
      and a lot
  l e s s
                 like
                             me
                        but all I can manage
              now
         is
            . .  .   .    .     .      .
                                                 I'
Inexorable WaltzSometimes when I stop and
listen
I cannot help but
remember
the deeper
the meaner
the other parts of
me
and how, on arkless nights
amidst darkling lights
in the presence of...

I

I wilt and...
am consumed by this
twlight of my-self

utterly
destroyed

Reduced to this
requiem
I shudder and cry
and gnash my teeth
against the horror that would be my...

cage

and I cannot get away
I can do naught but
dance
through my nights in this
inexorable waltz of
time
and
memories
Variable TruthI do not know my future
I cannot see the vagaries of
Time's tides
The ebbs and flows elude me
Yet, for all the uncertainties
in all the chaos of
distance traveled
time spent
and
souls lost and
gained,
there is one string that I can follow
one thread that shines for me and
through me
that pulses in time with my heart
Yours
I swear, even across this expanse
this eternity
I can almost see
you
FaithSome times, I think I feel you
                                             r e a c h ing out
                                  for me
                                             in the      stillness      and the
                         night

but then I remember
                                                                      you're gone
               and where you've gone
                                                       there is
                                                                         nothing
to reach for

                    not even        me

                                  Or so, that'
StarlightI walk along a road of dreams
paved with
expectations and
wishes
stepping on stones of starry-eyed
wonder
and
regret
alive for all my failings and
content for my lack of fulfillment
always uplifted and uplifting
upon this winding, wending
slow-spiral upwards
Treading on hope and faith with what
grace
I can manage
as awash in lucidity
as the stellar nurseries of my
childhood
Would you believe that I saw it all with my
heart,
not my eyes
?
WellspringDeep within the well of souls
deeper than heart's sweet wile
beyond the reach of light's touch
within the bonds of vile
lies the truth
of my
deni-
-al
After...     Blade          
                          flash
    bone            
                          hewing
    voices          
                          raised
    blood          
                          spewing
    sinking
                          deeper
      horror
                        brewing
        what
                      am
            I
                 doing
Purity                     When I am                alone
                              I am my most
                                                      pure
                  and in my
                                   pur i ty
                              I am
                                     b  r  o  k  e  n
                                                           lost
                                          afraid
                                                    and         lacking
                                   so much
                 of what I
                                was
                 
Throes            I roll and turn
                    ache and burn
    I yearn
                 to be
                            complete

                                                replete
BreezeWhen I was younger I was
hopeless
but hopeful
Destined to be alone but always
believing
otherwise

Trampled as I was by the
transgressions
of neglect
I always believed in tomorrow
and my own
good intentions

But the lessons were repeated
as though I
were a dog
Never - will - you - find - love
you stupid, foolish, undeserving
child

And so sometimes,
I broke

Alone with my tears and my
thoughts, I found a sort of
solace whenever a strong breeze blew

Leaning into it, I could almost feel
embraced
Leaning into it, I could almost feel

loved
QuietestIn my quietest of moments
I still
cry
for something lost
and nothing
gained
To You - Scrap                          work         ing
                      my        I'm        way
                   tow                         ards
                 some                         thing
                   beau                      tiful,
                          if                 only
                             I            knew
                             the      way
                                to your
Half-LightSometimes
         in the twilight hours
alone
              in the half-light
I
    feel
         something...
 wonderful
      beautiful
 ...
and
  for a few moments
    I
  for
     get
I forget everything
         and
              I
                   smile

at the distance
between my past
and
my future
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BreezeWhen I was younger I was
hopeless
but hopeful
Destined to be alone but always
believing
otherwise

Trampled as I was by the
transgressions
of neglect
I always believed in tomorrow
and my own
good intentions

But the lessons were repeated
as though I
were a dog
Never - will - you - find - love
you stupid, foolish, undeserving
child

And so sometimes,
I broke

Alone with my tears and my
thoughts, I found a sort of
solace whenever a strong breeze blew

Leaning into it, I could almost feel
embraced
Leaning into it, I could almost feel

loved
Inexorable WaltzSometimes when I stop and
listen
I cannot help but
remember
the deeper
the meaner
the other parts of
me
and how, on arkless nights
amidst darkling lights
in the presence of...

I

I wilt and...
am consumed by this
twlight of my-self

utterly
destroyed

Reduced to this
requiem
I shudder and cry
and gnash my teeth
against the horror that would be my...

cage

and I cannot get away
I can do naught but
dance
through my nights in this
inexorable waltz of
time
and
memories
Ech-oesIt starts in the back
the back of my head
and it slithers on down my spine
it then spreads to the tip
of everything
of everything that's mine
it echoes and builds and
builds
and echoes
and resounds within my mind
these echoes that chill
and fill my heart
these echoes
of
my
life
MartyrI want to say
'i love you'
To let you know that I care
not to seek or gain
something
else,
than to simply be 'there'

for you
EternityWednesday, June 24th, 2009
A dedication to the woman I shared the earth-core with - Daniela

Lifetimes ago, when I was younger
and the Sun shone brighter

When I believed the stars were tears
shining just for me...

And when I felt so sad,
so alone
so scared...

I used to turn to angels
luminous beings bathed in light
unfettered by my darkness

I used to let them sing me to sleep
embracing me so tight

I never ran from the pain -
no -

I always sought it out
Clutching it to my heart,
and screaming out its name
the way the angels did for me

They used to tell me that
by doing so
I could make it go away

Not by escaping it
but...
but by becomin
Old Art - Untitled 1 and 2Sunday, June 14, 2009
Progressions. Memories.Knowing. Hurting - always hurting.

You walk on air, your footfalls light and feathery
You hold sunlight in your palms
as a dream caresses your heart
and whispers a song on your lips

Given half a chance, you could dance this way forever
Always holding that dream in your heart
Forever clutching the sunlight in your hands
The light and warmth seeping into your soul

Straying down such a glorious road, you could live forever
You could ebb and flow with time
rise and soar beyond the desperate grasp of gravity
And maybe... maybe even learn to love

But everything has an end

Every candle will

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Almost (beautiful)

:icondogmatickerr:

I am not perfect
         not like this sunrise
                   and I shall not live half as long
                             as the sun
    nor shall I ever sing as softly
         as does the wind through my hair
              but I still
                   believe
                        that I
                                                  can be

                                                                 beautiful

                             In knowing this
      I am content
                                                        and so I
                                 allow
                                    myself
                                           to
                                               rest



                                                                 can't you?
:icondogmatickerr:
JANUARY 11, 2013 - In keeping with the #Glory-Be-Project

Some times
when I drift away
I end up some place
safe

Do you ever ask yourself why something makes you react a certain way? Do you ever ask yourself why you cry when you hear a certain kind of music? I do. I wonder. Why should something so soft make me cry? Why should something so sweet make me ache? Why should something so beautiful.... why? I think the potential answers are as varied as they are fascinating and I quiver to think of all the things, bad and good, that they could say about me. There is something about being able to analyze such an open, beating heart that I find... well, I find it to be spectacular. You could, if you wanted, listen to that song and read the poem and this description... and begin to see a faint glimmer of me. Exposed.

I'd like to believe that this is me, at my core.
:iconsensakuzukina:
~SensakuZukiNa Feb 4, 2013
I'm lost for words here...
Coming to peace with oneself and the world is so rare...you seemed to manage well.
I think one can learn so much about people by the way they react to certain music or films, or whatever...only few people care to take a closer look...
And your poems and descriptions contain a part of yourself. You expose yourself (or at least a "faint glimmer" of you) through your art for those who care to look behind the words...

(I'm really not good at expressing what I feel right now...)
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:icondogmatickerr:
*DogmaticKerr Feb 4, 2013
Awww :heart:
Thank you! And yes, inner peace is definitely something quite hard to come by and I am rather proud of myself for eventually managing it in my own life and my head.
This is very true - I think that our interests and our reasons for them say a lot about us - as much as our actions and words do.
I do try to give as much of myself as I feel is relevant or appropriate, as it goes a long way to helping someone understand my mindset and mood in my writing ^.^
I'm pleased that you can see me :heart:
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