Darkness in Disguise


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At the speed of light,
This  puzzle is changing,
In a moment alone,
The shadows are fading.

Strength seeps back,
Into my hands and into my heart,
I suddenly see the truth,
All but clouded from the start.

Slow but sure am I,
As I begin to conceive,
Healing is contentment,
In the lessons we receive.

Some dreams that shattered,
Were just the blessing,
I couldn’t see beyond the tears then,
Mea Culpa, I am now confessing.

Leaving behind the many follies,
I ask for almighty’s kind forgiveness,
May today fairness be mine,
Interspersed with some happiness.

I’ll carry my lessons with me,
Bravely decorated with them I’ll live,
My badge of honor they shall be,
Until there’s nothing left to forgive.

One day when you will arrive,
You’ll hold my hand and sit beside,
We’ll know the truth and dream together,
Wont ever let that faith subside.

Love is designed to be crazy
Life is nothing without a fight,
Being with you is enough,
All I could want, if I might.

I came to you broken,
You fixed me and made me right,
Heartbreak is just God,
Disguised as the darkness at night.

 

Don’t Forget To Try


This world is noisy,
It’s a strange place,
It plays tricks,
And lacks grace.

Here today,
Gone tomorrow,
Such is the way,
With happiness and sorrow.

I wait around,
For the sight of reason,
To understand that,
Even love has its season.

Dreams will visit,
Nightmares in tow,
Happiness is slow to come,
And so quick to go.

But we live on,
Despite the threats,
Walk ahead regardless,
Of the lies we are fed.

Step after step,
Courage amplifies,
The laws of the land,
A brave man defies.

Deliverance comes,
To who might cry,
Who despite the tears,
Never forgets to try.

The Circus


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We live in a circus,
We’re the audiences,
And the ringmasters,
As far as this show goes.

Each day brings a new gig,
We learn to laugh and cry,
With the changes in the acts,
To march on we try.

We pull the strings,
Of our lover’s hearts,
Turn them into puppets,
Kill the show before it starts.

The music of the carousel,
Reminds us to watch our backs,
Its eerie and mechanical tinkling,
Shows us our guilt in stacks.

This is a circus, no doubt,
Comes alive after we’ve closed our eyes,
Its a kaleidoscope of our memories,
A testament to how time flies.

The colors change,
The acts evolve,
We turn around to see,
Our goodness  dissolve.

Until the arrival of the final special,
The grand curtain raiser of the show,
We look on in awe at the magic,
In the recesses, trumpets blow.

In the end of this spectacular,
Amidst  the fanfare and the fire,
We learn the art of leading this show,
Learn to soldier on till we tire.

When we perish and die,
We revisit our moments of glory,
The limelight now looks fake,
Life is a circus surely.