Frozen by MwsR
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it way down deep?
Or has it haunted you in your sleep?
You have become numb and changed
The pieces that were once limber are stiff.
Why is it that we stay on that frozen cliff?
Too many things have been affected
Your goals and your visions have become neglected.
It’s as if your own soul has been rejected.
You can no longer see clearly now there is a haze
You try to get back what time tries to erase
When in all actuality you cannot continue the chase.
Waiting for that one rock to knock you and shatter you into many pieces
Hoping that the Sun will warm you and bring you back to living
Where once breath was inside of you now you have nothing that’s giving.
You are frozen.
You are frozen in time.
You are frozen in time because you have grown cold.
No spark has left no flame will burn
Until this curse has risen
You need to realize what it is you have to give and how much more of your life you have to live, just listen.
You don’t have to be frozen
Time doesn’t have to freeze
You can avoid being cold…
The spark is there it will ignite the flame
The curse will rise and you shall remain
You can give and continue to live.
People…by MwsR
We meet all kinds.
We share with and trust a few.
For me, it might be you.
They come in and out of our world
They give us either great lessons or understanding
See the choices I’m claiming.
I see different traits
Different battles
And it’s their faith that settles.
Why do we just exist?
Among others
Mom, dad, sisters, brothers.
Why can’t we take something
Rearrange something
Are all our lives for nothing?
Make a spark
Let it grow into a fire
Reaching others as you inspire.
Teach and learn lessons
Give and take back what you can
That should be a rule for all of man.
Life is a journey, a game
We are the players
Let’s love and cherish
Never letting that perish.
Whispers by MwsR
It’s a faint and yet fleeting sigh
When it enters your heart like a big surprise.
Tears can’t erase the echo you hear
When it’s the one you hold so dear.
Some say they know
Some say to listen hurts their hearts so.
The truth is they are unpredictable
The feelings are so compatible.
To listen to them surely takes courage
To keep wanting them as to save up in storage.
Whispers of a person’s hearts company
Take root or can just flee.
There’s no rhyme or reason
Sometimes just for a season.
Whispers of your heart, your soul, and through time
Can be yours and will be mine.
Lost in an eternal bliss
Foe and friends are in this
Contracts are out on your soul
Things that are beyond your control
Space is abounding be it in heaven or in land
Empty, yet something occupies the gap in between
Out in this big world
I often wonder where it is I fit
Where my life actually should be
I see vast skies of blues
And yet my eyes are caught in the wonder of them
Doesn’t even matter if I’m seeing the same sky again.
Fluffy clouds over my head
Things that drug me down, escape my thoughts, because of them.
Lots of roads to here or there
Nothing has my interest more than where they may lead
At night travels in the dark of night, arouss me
I find myself enjoying it the same, as in the daylight
Specks of light, I see
Where, and what could they be?
Seeing the vastness if our world
I find myself wanting to explore
Sometimes my curiosity actually leads my mind
Thankful in my heart, that not blind.
The Land of Nod is from Robert Louis Stevenson’s collection, A Child’s Garden of Verses (1905).
From breakfast on through all the day At home among my friends I stay, But every night I go abroad Afar into the Land of Nod. All by myself I have to go, With none to tell me what to do— All alone beside the streams And up the mountain sides of dreams. The strangest things are there for me, Both things to eat and things to see, And many frightening sights abroad Till morning in the land of Nod. Try as I like to find the way, I never can get back by day, Nor can remember plain and clear The curious music that I hear.
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