Anguish

I rise in the shadows of darkness
I strike the chains of faith
I embrace the sense of creativity
As I watch the blue skies,
The birds fly high
Soaring, Flying endlessly to the new world.
I dream, I imagine some day that will be me.

-Eugene

--  Purity of Heart

I am young & strong

I wonder of the purity of the Heart

I hear the wind full of sound

I see the escape to nature being of one with my heart

I want escape from the mayhem of the world & be in nature as one

I am young & strong with nature in Heart

How is it that purity & nature seem to be one

My peace is my own at heart of nature that is my guide to my strength

April

Adrian’s Poem

I am the silent student The bliss of childhood long since gone Through time sad and sanguine spent With experiences, from dusk to dawn I seek to study lore My pattions true with imagined jive To some, it may be a lost bore Yet I read it to be alive   Adrian     Mirror Image

Some days I look in the mirror and some days I don’t.

Some days I just can’t.

Those are the days I see him behind skin of my eyelids,

The only days I see him.

When non-memories fill my head like helium in a balloon

So full I think it might pop.

And I often wonder who is to blame?

Is it him

With his handsome face

And his empty smile

And his absent arms?

His genetic code and the monstrous vanity

That hides behind my closet mirror

Or under my bed

Preying on me when I’m sleeping.

So when I look in the mirror and I see his

Vapid

Shallow

Empty

Worthless

Artificial

Legacy

I want to break mirrors.

I want to destroy the image of myself because it reminds me too much of him.

I remind me too much of him.

Where do I channel this anger-masked pain?

Pain so ugly and deep it, too, is ashamed

To show its face in the mirror.

Does the blame lie with him?

For making me wonder what it is to be satisfied with myself

Because I had to go without him?

With her?

For choosing the harder road for me?

The one less traveled by.

For teaching me what it is to fear the world and all its heartbreak

And forcing me to be brave just the same.

Or me?

For blaming everyone

Including myself.

When perhaps no one is to blame at all.

Just the hand of fate that dealt the cards.

Rayne