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Eukara Vox -> RE: Dragonfly Dreams Poetry (10/1/2008 12:06:56)
What May Come A Terza Rima Not everything is as it seems. And no one is ever truly happy here, Mostly because we're told to dump our dreams. But no one ever addresses our needy fears. Somehow, we've been handed the end of the rope; Left alone to make the muddied waters crystal clear. In the midst of all the chaos we cope, By seeking out the comfort amidst the pain Looking into the things that should instill hope. What is hope, and the reality that it stains - For anyone can see that it exists not. Shed a tear as you watch goodness wane. Instead, it is gratification sought Within a world that can't make up its mind. Instant, fleeting, with it, lost souls are bought. Where is the path? Through what does it wind? Curving here, breaking past the manmade walls, Descending until the broken spirit is all one finds. From all directions the way wards path seems to call Not caring who the confusion leads astray And then stepping back so as not to take the fall. Yet the path carries on, blindly leading the foray And everyone allows it one more fleeting move. Blindly groping for the invisible handhold that's taken away. When will the awakening arrive, making us prove That we are more than simple mindless machines Trying desperately to avoid the looks that disapprove. Why must we carry on, strapped to a ride that careens, Tossing us, throwing us like some rag doll in a child’s hand? Shouldn’t there be more to this macabre scene? Eyes open, I see all of this. Eyes closed I weep and demand - Is this the way we had our world originally planned?

Eukara Vox -> RE: Dragonfly Dreams Poetry (10/19/2008 15:44:04)
A villanelle: Unknown What is it that my eyes doth see? Is it a shadow amidst the light Or is it something more haunting me? The leaves stir, the bluebirds flee. Something inside doesn't seem right. What is it that my eyes doth see? My heart beats as I stare through the trees. I hasten my step; my instict is flight. Or is it something more haunting me? I break into a run, my heart and mind agree, Feet pounding the path, the sun blinding my sight. What is it that my eyes doth see? The sound of my heart pounding out a plea, I push my tired legs with all my might. Or is it something more haunting me? Bursting through the door, desperate to be free Of visions, with the coming of the night. What is it that my eyes doth see Or is it something more haunting me?

Eukara Vox -> RE: Dragonfly Dreams Poetry (10/20/2008 15:26:07)
A Villanelle: The first two stanzas were made as a class. The remainder of the poem was part of the homework. Tornado Clouds of darkness, roar of fear - Would we be able to stand its might? Let's prepare. It's coming near. What happened to the sky so clear? Gone away is our precious light, Clouds of darkness, roar of fear - What will we do when it gets here? Stack the pillows while our lights are bright. Let's prepare. It's coming near. Rolling clouds, hail and wind so sheer, Trees bend, as this rage they fight. Clouds of darkness, roar of fear - History said that this would be the year, So buckle down and hold on tight. Let's prepare. It's coming near. The enveloping rush deafens our ears; Funnel smashes to the ground, I shake in fright. Clouds of darkness, roar of fear - Let's prepare. It's coming near.

Eukara Vox -> RE: Dragonfly Dreams Poetry (12/3/2008 0:43:49)
A Conversation Along came a spider and quietly sat beside me. "Eukara," he asked, "If I may be ever so bold, What is your view of this thing called humanity? Because, from my perspective, it's all getting quite old. Nothing is simple, nothing is sacred anymore All you creatures ever think about is 'me, myself and I.' It's all about presence, prestige..what a bore! Isn't there a point when you ask yourselves why?" I had never been asked such questions before By a creature so small, so least in most eyes. But his question remained and at my heart it tore, Is that what we seem, selfish, money loving...then we die? "Yes, friend Spider," I replied, "The world does seem quite cold, It seems that most humans have failed to see The wonders around them, but creation has no hold On their hearts and minds as it used to be." "I wish, in my heart, that it all was taken away So that people could see what they have neglected. Then they would see the new sun greeting the day How their very presence, the world they have infected." He looked at me thoughtfully, scratching his chin, Then folded his arms, laid down and sighed. "So what you are telling me is that there is nowhere to begin? There is nothing that can be done in this mass suicide?" "I didn't say that, Sir Spider," I said. "I merely begin a whim, A thought, you see, of a way to turn the tide. You see, I think there is much to learn from you and your kin, You take only what you need, there is no rush of pride. You beautify, you create, you add, therefore the world is affected By actions that help, you show that man can indeed hold sway Over his surroundings, without ever being detected, A conservative predator with a very specific prey." We both sat and thought, then thought and sat Neither speaking nor moving for a time and a half. I looked out across the clearing, considering this chat That I had with a spider, then began to laugh. "If only all our problems were this easy to solve The world would be a fantastic place indeed. But, as long as humanity, around itself does revolve The world and all peace will continue to bleed." "Looks like you need to be the first one to get involved, To be the one whose words people begin to heed." He smiled at me weakly, and slowly it began to evolve into something more; something that I would need. He stood and patted my leg, "Some of you try to rid the riff-raff, Trying to make the world more than the current trend points at. I, we, have faith in what you say on humanity's behalf." Dumbfounded, I stood, not knowing I had done all that. And I watched the spider float away, his wave becoming distant, Forcing me to think about the near promise I just made. Is everything we do just bringing a disaster more imminent? Or are our efforts, what some want to do, more than a masquerade?

Eukara Vox -> RE: Dragonfly Dreams Poetry (12/13/2008 4:04:01)
Broken and Torn To be read while listening to Paul Spaeth's "Truth in Soul" Hide away my fragile heart. Hide your face from the pain, That threatens to tear you apart. Put away all your hopes and dreams For tomorrow only brings A love that isn't what is seems. Turn away from the hope. Turn away from the dream. Close your eyes and turn away From the love that you once knew. Let it not, hold sway Over all that is you. Do not depend on their words anymore Just turn and leave your spirit on the floor. None of them will care if you come or go (they won't know) Stop trying to tell yourself they will change (you know they won't) No more lying to yourself, no more trying to prove That all this time it was love they gave to you. If you continue down this path you know, Where it leads, Eventually, One small push is all that they need. To crush the one emotion left that is true. Close your eyes and turn away From the love that you once knew. Let it not, hold sway Over all that is you. <Take your life and run away, Run where the mighty winds blow Take your life and run away Heal the brokenness only you can know Take your life and run away Face the light of the rising sun Take your life and run away Know your decision was the right one.> (Repeat 2 times) Take your life and run away, Run where the mighty winds blow Take your life and run away Heal the brokenness only you can know Then you will know this freedom Then you will know this love Then you will see those who truly mean The love the poets have spoken of. (repeat 2 times) Then you will know Love has a voice Then you will know A true friend's choice.

Eukara Vox -> RE: Dragonfly Dreams Poetry (1/6/2009 2:49:07)
Touch If I could but touch you And tell you that everything was okay, Would it be enough? Would it be true? Would all things be made new? Would the sun light up your day, If I could but touch you? What if, somehow, I could declare you through With all the stuff that comes your way? Would it be enough? Would it be true? And if this feeling of helplessness grew Would it help when black and white fade to grey If I could but touch you? I can see the tears, how your smiles are few And beat myself up trying to keep sadness at bay. Would it be enough? Would it be true? Now I am left wondering from this limited view, Knowing all I can do is pray, If I could but touch you Would it be enough? Would it be true?

Eukara Vox -> RE: Dragonfly Dreams Poetry (1/19/2009 1:05:49)
Empty Heart Ever known a time when you couldn't find the words to say? Times that flowed with the regret of something you should have known? Or just what you tried to deny? Or, better yet...chose to ignore? Ever trust someone you thought was real? Did you give that person your soul, only to find it twisted, A mass of plaintive mews before a lion's roar? Did the heavy paws crush what life was left? Ever experienced love: true, pure agape love, Philadelphia love...such that is supposed to be uplifting? Yet, in the instance that you returned it, Did sibling rivalry push its way between you? Ever thought that the ties that bind were never knotted - That the frayed strings of imperfect care lay tattered Strewn across the coals of indifference, Only to burn you when you least expect it? Ever wonder why we put ourselves through this hell? Why we continue to hope that somehow, reality isn't what it seems? That if we just believe, it will all get better And not be ruled by the nightmare that haunts our steps. I had continued to hope. I had faith in reality and promises made. I thought that love was more than petty humanity. I held onto the frayed ends, desperately trying to change it. But in the end, hell is all that was there. I never wondered what a broken heart was. But I have learned anyway.

Eukara Vox -> RE: Dragonfly Dreams Poetry (1/19/2009 13:23:38)
Sigh The fault is all mine. Why didn't I heed my heart? Yet, I still tossed my pearls to swine. I didn't need to read between the lines, Nor look for hidden wisdom, on me, to impart. The fault is all mine. I heeded to that which yeilded decline; That would rather cling to the end than the start. Yet, I still tossed my pearls to swine. The warnings were prophesied - together combined - And I personally allowed it to play its part. The fault is all mine. In the honey-coloured smoke, there were signs, And there was evidence of being torn apart. Yet, I still tossed my pearls to swine. And now, this pain, to which I am resigned, Will wrench and crush my trusting heart. The fault is all mine. Yet, I still tossed my pearls to swine.

Eukara Vox -> RE: Dragonfly Dreams Poetry (2/1/2009 18:01:01)
I'm Only Alive With You I have come to this place so many times, Wondered how it is that you tolerate me so. And looking at the scatterings of framed pictures I am afraid to know what it is I owe. Over and over again, I am spoken for Yet, I deserve nothing of the sort. And just when I thought I was falling I am reminded of your unfailing support. In no way can I get by in these days Without seeing your face before me. For if I ever left you behind, I would fail oh so miserably. The faith you have in me goes beyond Anything I have in you. Yet, every moment that goes by You repeatedly come to my rescue. Everything I have, I have because of you. And frequently I forget such details, Only because I have not the appreciation To know without you, I will fail. I will wonder until eternity Why it is you outlasted my heart. And why you insisted on staying around, Never to depart.

Eukara Vox -> RE: Dragonfly Dreams Poetry (2/5/2009 2:35:23)
Borrowing Bathrooms Sentharn, Eukara Untold ages ago, the days were grand Gold and glory and the yellow princess But I need now to borrow a bathroom To wash my hands of this convoluted mess The dreams of the dead held firmly in place By well wishers, soothsayers and bitter fight. Songs of lament flow across the pages as this brand of sadness adds its own bite. Sinuous tongues and rhetoric charms Reach from the floorboards beneath Siren songs of the days gone forever Enticing tales, land beyond reach 'If only,' sighs, and virtual eyerolling Show more than any eye could behold. Far distant shores gleam under shaded eyes Burying long lost treasures untold. Phantasm ideals, false supplication Sad little kings on their sad little hills Eyes attuned to what has been, what isn't Blind to what is, what will come as it will Chances never given, ideals never practiced, A coat of arms showing love's release. Forward facing needs were tossed back Upon dirges for the recently deceased. Closed minds and closed books Legends repeat and reveal The bloodied hawk circles ruins Blasted wood and tangled steel Never given the chance to support To give rise to something great. Said ruins mourn, mangled bodies shake Upon this unmade bed of hate. Little girls still toss roses Upon the precious few Special attention from dying suns In rows of two by two Which leaves those left in the background To wonder what will happen next. Will there be more, or will there be less Or will everyone merely stand around perplexed. Time flies like the wind While ideas sail, silly or wise Yet little can be done While immersed in a fictional guise The mirrors never lie in cases like these And neither do those of godly demeanor. So, oh porcelain gods, I beseech thee, Let me borrow a bathroom to make everything cleaner.

Eukara Vox -> RE: Dragonfly Dreams Poetry (3/9/2009 19:45:56)
Silver Lining The clouds roll in. Dark, foreboding Obliterating my view of the sun. Where's the blue sky? Crisp, uplifting, Renewing my soul with each passing day. The thunder sounds. Loud, heartstopping, Chasing away my thoughts of tomorrow. Where's the music? Crisp, uplifting, The awe inspiring song of nature. The lightning glares. Crass, corrupting, Mocking me with its false comfort and help. Where's the sunlight? Warm, refreshing, Inviting my inner child to come play. The storms rage on. Blind, relentless, Restlessly pursuing me with vengeance. Where is the peace? Bliss, perfection, That caresses me as it gently leads. So, without "one" There is no "other" Our silver lining would never be seen.

Eukara Vox -> RE: Dragonfly Dreams Poetry (4/8/2009 15:40:06)
No One No one was there when the new plans were laid. No one was there when the magic swirled. No one was there when the creatures were made. No one was there when the leaves unfurled. No one saw the sky as it was painted blue. No one saw the bridges being built. No one saw the eyes take on that greenish hue. No one saw the spirit as it began to wilt. No one stood beneath the early morning sun. No one stood beside the crashing waves. No one stood witness to a deer's frolicking fun. No one stood trial for the blessed unsaved. No one gave their heart to what lay ahead. No one gave their mind over to the people there. No one gave their tears, lovingly shed. No one gave their effort to make others care. No one was there as the winds blew past. No one was there as the storms didn't care. No one was there when the walls crashed. No one was there.

Eukara Vox -> RE: Dragonfly Dreams Poetry (4/23/2009 16:20:05)
Forgotten Waves crash and roll up the finely silted beach Retreating Leaving behind fragmented shells Within my reach. Transparent, a tiny crab skitters across the sand Running Never looking anywhere But the next stretch of land. Again the waves roll in, tugging fast Washing Taking away such That it is a whisp of the past. Along the retreating sandy path, nothing can stay Broken Crushed beneath time Shells that have long since lost their way. Idly, the shells roll down towards the foam Tossed Unimportant under shadows Never to be picked up, adopted, given an home. On the broken peices tumble, tossed here and there Caught Sinking finally as the waves recede Wiping away the light, sunlight has now become rare. Deeper below the surface the broken shells taried Hidden Never again will glory be seen Their sobs not heard, their grief not seen, their lives buried.

Eukara Vox -> RE: Dragonfly Dreams Poetry (4/23/2009 17:50:43)
Stand Tall Everything has a beginning. Sometimes, what begins cannot be seen, no matter how hard we try. And we search and search for the elusive answer. Why? What if it merely makes us cry? or die? or even lie? And as we grow, breaking through the surface of our minds, do we stop to think what may come? How we affect some. Instead, we use those around us to stretch and reach for that which is beyond our hands. Through our fingers trickle the sands. Fighting the bend of the outside demands. It is painful, this reach, this attempt to become something more than everyday. Striving to make a way. Being different, having our say. Resisting the ever-pressing sway. Until finally, strong in build and strong in heart We have what it takes to start Away from "reality" we depart. To make our own way in this convoluted mess, And past the myriad of useless tests. This canopy has less for me Than what I am meant to be See? Me?

Eukara Vox -> RE: Dragonfly Dreams Poetry (5/10/2009 22:39:22)
In the Silence Walk into the emptiness Beware of the floor Don't touch the walls Stay away from the door Don't reach out Nothing will be returned Try not to hold Or you will be burned Forget the sweet words All the things that were said When you started out And in blindness were led Was the laughter false The playfulness a lie Meant only to be brief Just to leave you to cry? Left to think that what you had Was never meant to be You were a peice to a puzzle And then were turned free Freedom isn't the end result That you had in your mind Quite the contrary Painful is this find Tossed away, cut apart Left in silent gloom Perhaps it would have been better Had you never found this room

Eukara Vox -> RE: Dragonfly Dreams Poetry (5/10/2009 22:57:20)
So Very Alone I need noise! Clashes, bams, booms and screams In order to block this painful dream. But no, that is not the agreed upon fate That plagues my heart That gruesome weight. Take it from me, drown it deep I do not wish this pain to keep. Please, I beg, push it far from my fragile mind Because it is connected to my heart Broken I will find. Why must I put so much of myself into these things Shouldn't I know the nightmare it brings? I should, but yet, I cannot stop stupidity and trust Characteristics of me Nothing but dust. And before me, to my chagrin, a great wind stirs And all the lines of love become nothing but blurs. I return to find a pallor of dark clouds That I cannot blow away There hangs my death shroud. Unknowns, unneeds, unwants, unhugs, unloves There is my reach to everyone above. But I am down here, far away from your stand Though offering it still You won't take my hand.

Eukara Vox -> RE: Dragonfly Dreams Poetry (5/10/2009 23:30:46)
All too Aware Only the lonely know that they are alone Because only they can see the pain Very few are those who can see the depth of another's shame Instead of an indifference to others. Only the lonely feel the void that makes a mockery Understood as the only place the lonely belong Singing evermore the melancholy song Low chords droning on and on Yearning for one bright smile to fade the black Writing upon the heart, poetry of help and hope Remind me again how it is I am to cope Only the lonely know the truth in all of this Never will there be comfort for the broken-hearted Gone is the blue sky, depressingly departed.

Eukara Vox -> RE: Dragonfly Dreams Poetry (11/14/2010 13:52:13)
Selfish My mouth speaks Yet, what is released is not my heart For my heart has been broken again Why do I insist so much on this Knowing that this is what happens in the end My heart feels Yet, in its very nature causes me pain Because my heart wants, my heart needs What is not there, within my reach And when I lose it, my bruised heart bleeds My mind dreams Yet, it is only a figment of my imagination Something that in and of itself doesn't exist And I put away myself, taking away Because if not, my love will persist My eyes see Yet, what they see is not what is real Visions, in their very nature, an illusion Perhaps of a substance no magic on earth Will bring to sweet life My hands reach Yet, what they reach for, long for Is an insubstantial mist Creating false forms that I long to touch Only to dissipate, so that healing may begin

Eukara Vox -> RE: Dragonfly Dreams Poetry (11/14/2010 14:04:35)
Slate Grey Sky Uniform, smooth is the sky above me The clouds continue on, without a break in sight Such perfection in its unbroken facade Its solidity a testament to its might. My eyes lift up to search the calm To look upon miles and miles of grey And my heart quakes, it falters Suddenly, in panic, I scream in dismay. "Give me something more than this sky. Hand me," I fall to my knees, "a break, That will allow some light to shine Else, I fear, my imagination will not wake." Tears, unbidden, course down my cheeks. I have not the heart to wipe them away, for I fear, even now, that to create their absence Is to deny that I can feel anything anymore. The unbreaking sky weighs down heavily, Crushing my very life, crushing all I know. The world cries, beauty dies, my mind reels And broken, I fall, turning my eyes low. I pound the hardened, cold soil, weak, As if I am no more who everyone thinks me. Useless, I lay prostrate before the deafening sky Giving in to what its plan has come to be. "Break me, please," I whisper in my heart. "Take this grey sky from me," I plead outright. "I don't want this life anymore," I cry. Off in the distance, as I lay broken, a weak ray of light.

Eukara Vox -> RE: Dragonfly Dreams Poetry (11/14/2010 14:12:20)
Stolen Accentuate my need for you Would you know if I told you All my joy, derived from you Yet, no longer am I with you For displacement was inevitable Remorse for all my vulnerability Outside the circle drawn around you Moments of closeness given to you Memories are all I have of you End my love I found in you

Eukara Vox -> RE: Dragonfly Dreams Poetry (1/6/2011 12:11:20)
Crossroads Before time began, you and I were destined to meet each other Unrevealed to me this was, and I knew you not as sister or brother. Yet, it was meant to be. Our conversations were heard long before our voices gave them life. Our pains and healings were felt long before were were struck with strife. And these were meant to be. I sit bewildered as we talk, thinking this moment was foreseen. Did those eyes see my strengths, my failures, my selfish being? Even those were meant to be. What would I have thought of you, had we met at another time? Would I have fallen in love, would you have walked this hill I climb? Yet, this time was meant to be. What would you have thought of me, this sometimes hollow existence? Would another time cause you to turn away, or follow with greater persistence? For greater or worse, 'twas meant to be. Our lives crossed paths, and even now I cannot fathom the why or how. Why, oh God, has this been done? Why, of God, do they cross now? My child, this was meant to be.

Eukara Vox -> RE: Dragonfly Dreams Poetry (1/15/2011 20:55:00)
On My Knees It has been so long since I was brought to this place. And I am so unsure, even guilty of neglect. That the time it has been since I sought out Your face, has been too long and my petitions derelict. And yet, in the darkness that envelopes me as I walk Though my own eyes cannot see what surrounds me Yours do, and they see me as I drop at Your feet to talk To plead my desire, hope and all that I want, to be. But how do I come, selfishly asking for a favor, To set down what I want, what I need from You? After all the times that my own promises did waver, How dare I come before You with demands anew. How can I feel worthy enough to petition Your throne? My words catch in my throat as I try to speak. My heart pounds with the self-doubt that I have sown And I kneel at Your feet, unbelievably weak. Heart-heavy, I lean on the bed's edge, preparing to ask That moment's sole desire, that day's sole revelation. But who am I? Is it right for me to assign Him this task? My soul reels amidst my haggard contemplation. Finally I release, baring my soul, baring my love, My voice, but a hoarse whisper beneath my words. But one name crosses my lips as I plead above As I humbly bow before my Lord. My throat tightens as I realize the emotion locked inside As it spills with my tears on the sheets of my bed. Uncontrollably, I cry out, begging for mercy to abide In a heart of hearts who feels the tug to leave the dead. At times I cannot speak, I am so overwhelmed with need; Needing to express my want, my pain, my concern. "My God, just wrap Your arms around him and love him," I plead. "Help him sort out all that he has and will learn." I knelt, petitioning, until I could feel my legs no more. The tears had since run dry as I uttered my thoughts. Numb, spent, heavy-hearted still, I rose and closed the door. Hoping that my time ends in him being caught. So now I lay me down to sleep, I pray my Lord, his soul You keep.

Eukara Vox -> RE: Dragonfly Dreams Poetry (1/15/2011 21:00:21)
Pursue Struck down again, it is hard to stay upright. "Turn my face away from this endless night. Right the wrongs that plague my sight! Understand my struggles as I strive for light." Glory eludes me as the darkening night, Gives way to fear that reaches new height. Lingering doubt only worsens my plight, Eventually devouring my weakening might. Trying so hard to handle this on my own Only reinforces that I am truly alone. "Forever I have waited for you to see I have waited an entire eternity. Now see how much you truly mean to me. Dream and know love as it should be." "There is nothing, for you, I cannot do. Realize that I seek for you too. Understand that all I do is for you. Time with Me will help to undo, Hardship you feel while it is you I pursue."

Eukara Vox -> RE: Dragonfly Dreams Poetry (1/15/2011 21:03:16)
This is to be sung/read along with the piece called Tranquility composed by Paul Spaeth. Two people sing it. Anew My heart calls out I cannot breathe My tears fall down All around the darkness bleeds And there’s nothing left for me. Take my heart now Please don’t let go For without you I can’t bear to be alone And there’s nothing without you. Let me take your hand, I will show you, What there is in me and what I’ll do. To see your heart break like it has Is more than anyone in this world should have to pull through. I am far beyond your reach, So why can’t you just let go? To reach out for me hurts, I can’t bear the pain any longer. Let the burden be mine to bear, Turn your eyes to someone new. Give them what I can't have I just need you to understand. Bridge: But you see, that I cannot do. All I need, is for someone like you To want all that I have to give And not think they are not worth my time. All I ask is that you just try. Please see, what you need, Is here in me. All you need, Is here in me. My heart calls out And now I breathe My tears have dried All around the sunlight shines And life stands before for me now. Your hand in mine, love that is true, The wonders in which I create in you. To see your heart whole as it is now Is what everyone in this world should have to see anew. I am forever in your arms, And you'll never let me go. I can rest my head at night, Knowing that your love for me is there. I'll never be far away, And will never let you go You are more special to me, Than the stars in the heavens above. I will never be far away… And you will never have to worry … You’ll never be alone again…

Eukara Vox -> RE: Dragonfly Dreams Poetry (1/15/2011 21:06:17)
Slipped Again Certainty seems beyond my grasp today, Upon the unmade bed my body lay. Sadly I cannot dream A dead end I must seem And no idea how long this will stay. Why can't this apathy disappear? I wish it would just take its leave from here. Stop messing with my head, Away, my thoughts are lead, Unto pathways that are very unclear. The world's great tug on me spins me around Until all my desires are tightly bound. They, wishing to be free, Mournfully plead with me, But I cannot bring up that which has drowned. Buried within the confines of life I stand Knowing this was nothing like I had planned. Threatened with burn-out, So shrouded in self-doubt, While time slips away with the silver sand.

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