His map in his hand
A dream in his heart
A familiar feeling of long ago
Yesterday seems so far away
On a paper map without a soul
He knows each road
Will lead him to a dead end
Where a house sets alone
Wearing a sign that reads
Condemned…
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
He travels many miles.
He stops only to find the birds have eaten the crumbs he dropped along the way.
The countless meals he ate in silence.
He knows now that there is no map to return.
He finds a new road.
He finds himself as one with isolation.
Peace reassures him that,
He is on the right path.
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
A sunset is a preparation for night
Also a memorial for today
Night sets the stage
For morning’s sun rise
Darkness can be a solace
When you realize
It is always darkest
Just before the dawn
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
My arms are tired from holding up the sky
It’s falling and I can no longer abide
Earthquakes break like dominoes
Mountains shake and crumble in humility
I can no longer outrun the earths collide
Ships recklessly pollute our seas
The ocean had once washed our shores
But things have changed dramatically
As waves explode upon her chest
Infecting sand upon the land
As reckless captains do command
Purging toxins she now bleeds
Disease cries from sea to shore
Fierce winds fuel a world on fire
Our men are turned into war machines
I cannot look another day
For when I do my heart breaks in-two
It cracks and my faith pours out
I need a miracle this very hour
Take this cup from me I pray
Heal our scars
Cleanse our souls
And Lord, one more thing before you go…
The skyis falling and you see
This burden is too heavy
Will you hold it up for me?
I was awakened in the night
By roars of monstrous sounds
Pounding over my pillow
Crashing through my skies
Rendered thoughts…no…no…no
It cannot be time
I heard boots marching
Choppers thundering
Screams of innocence
It is too late to run
But somehow I knew
It wasn’t to late to fly
I covered my head
I said a prayer
I tried to make believe
it was only a dream
But I knew it was the final nightmare
So I believed that I could fly
As I had practiced many times
In my dreams throughout my life
My memories gave me faith
Faith became light
Light became hope
Hope became courage
Courage became wings
That lifted me up above
All the cries of Humanity
And all that refused to fly
All death that was smitten
By those who came
To kill steal and destroy
One will be taken
And one will be left…
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
I know there is a journey
Which lies ahead
It is clouded by doubt
And but for a moment
I am a prisoner in the eye of her storm
At times I see my radiance
I long to touch it only to find
My reach exceeds my grasp
I turn my head and cry
One thing I know for sure
If I continue to run
Love will never catch me…
[By Dawna Bowles (C) 07/21/2014]
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
I know what I feel
Deep inside that only I can hear my screams.
One day, I will reach so high.
I will catch all my dreams as, many as there are stars in the sky.
They will be mine.
I know that 0the weight of this world sits so heavily upon my chest that it is breaking my heart.
I know It is imperative that I not only sit in the rain but, taste it as well.
I know that sometimes I capture a photograph of love and it hurts.
And when I reach for it,
I discovered that it is only a negative.
And I sigh.….
Love, why must you hide your face from me?
I bleed.,.
[Dawna Bowles (C) 07/22/2014]
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
Smell it
color it
Feel it
Paint it
Dance through it
Absorb it
Taste it
Follow it
See it
Know it
Love it
Become it
And never stop creating peace love and art…
(L. W.)
Dawnasong
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
      This evening we went for a bike ride.
I was beckoned by a lovely train that was passing.
I got off my bike and walked slowly towards the train and watched it disappear into the sunset.
I felt as though I was an innocent child again. I decided to walk on the tracks in reminiscence of my childhood when a walk on the railroad took all my troubles away.
       We started walking and it felt as though I was tapping upon piano keys. I could almost hear the melody of their great history along with my nostalgic experiences as a child.
With a gentle breeze caressing my face as I danced along, it felt absolutely amazing and greatly peaceful.
       My memories as a child includes my brother Joe and I. We would wait on the tracks patiently for the train to come so we could watch the colorful box cars pass and receive a wave, and a smile from the conductor on the caboose.
He left us with a feeling that not only were we alright, but the entire world was alright and a peaceful place to live.
      My love of trains is a therapeutic melody to my soul, and a healing for my spirit. I must admit that I believe I fell in love with locomotives as a child and we will be in love till the day i die.
Once again love wins.
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
In fame’s temple there is always a niche to be found for rich dunces, important scoundrels, or successful butchers of the human race.
(Zimmermann)
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
You carried me
When I had no legs
You carried me
When I could not see
You carried me
When I refused to hear
You carried me
When I was torn apart
You carried me
When I lost my heart
You carried me
When I went insane
You carried me
When I ran away
You carried me
When I refused to shine
You carried me
Every time…
Will you carry me
One more day
I’m afraid…
[by Donna Bowles
AKA Dee (C)2014]
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