So here I rest in isolation from everything I’ve known
A wanderer in quest of a place
that I called home
Time spent in search of higher ground
Reality haunts my dwelling
Leaving more mountains that I must climb
A thousand miles vanished
Renders only a consciousness
Of what I left behind…
But we can adjust our sails…
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
You are loved beyond measure!
Forever and always no matter what!
(L.W.)
Standing exposed
on top of a building
Screaming to the world
Can you hear my cries
Do you feel my pain
I dare you to open your eyes
My entirety is so insane
He’s tired of running
Just wants to be free
They walk on by and
Prentend they do not see
The blood of the homeless
Dieing to be loved
His pain he can no longer hide
He jumps
He screams
Can’t you see?
Can’t your hear?
Can’t you feel?
He lies broken
Wanting to be
Healed…
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[by Dawna D. Bowles
(C) 2014]
Remember when we used to sing the songs of long ago?
Adore the artist biography of Michael Angelo?
History of paintings of the wonders of Van Gogh?
Together we created unimagined stories told, as we dreamed our dreams the evidence was one of solid gold.
Fascinating pirate chests were filled with gems and roads where endless possibilities filled the sky with hope.
When poetry created a world that we could touch,
a time in space, a peaceful place, created for just us.
Where nebulous defined the haze of troubled minds and freed the eagle of the nebula inside our broken times.
When telescopic galaxies a map that illuminated our souls, restoring vision to our minds.
providing an incentive to keep climbing till we reached the other side.
Reminiscent of a space and time of endless possibilities.
We always said we would hold on tight to our greatest dreams?
Just look upon that one bright star before division was our debt.
Can you see the illumination that helps us alive?
It’s filled with hope, and faith that heals all of our lost time.
Remember to look up and wish upon the brightest star and know that I too am looking as you are.
On my son, how I wonder how you are…
Just believe and pray till we meet again someday when our pain and sorrows will all be washed away….
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