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The Old River Nov 2013
The woods are such a darkened place
Corrupted by the world we live
A cold, undisrupted space
Used by the world as its sieve

I seek to please only the one
The one, the one, which pleases me
It is the dark of which I sung
Near stark ground and the cold tree

But the ground grows cold
And the bark has grown rough
My love has grown old
Yet I have not enough

The crossroads at which I have stood,
Harken first to the land I love
Then to another made from wood,
To be a statue or a dove

Freedom from man or freedom from me
So I choose to build what I cannot destroy
and break from the strains of society.
For I refuse to act as but a child’s toy

On the curb of eternity
Living only to be free
Trapped by the will and the seen
That which is not those but only me
Bill Higham Mar 2016
From the drops of the sun
They made a sphere,
Some imaginary golden globe
Just right for two,
And lay inside the confines
Of its pleasured fields.

All day as if in Eden
All night each other's arms,
Where undisrupted by the ruins of time,
They, vagabonds,
Walked the opened roads of love.

Wealthy with all the world there in their hands
They afforded extravagant prizes upon themselves,
A king and queen
Residing in palaces whose gilded towers
Assaulted the serenity of arching skies.

Time - ah but time - deceived them,
Ticked itself into a thunder
Turned upon their hearts,
Time rambled like a madness inside them.

To and fro along the castle walls,
Unbearably restless, wrapped in herself,
In the thick red knots, the desired desires,
Springtime brought forth blossoming.

So she tore at the seams to get her freedom's worth
Of pleasures picked up in the streets around,
While he sacrificed his agonies, in pubs, on ******,
To the bank and crawl of the surging traffic
Down busy streets, in vagrant alleys
After all night drunks,
He scratched at the diamonds of forgetfulness
In concrete walls.

And she burnt down the bridges which led to her heart
And the great feast lay lonely then,
And the distant road, led by distracted emotions on,
Ran past the door, and the windows stood
Larger than the world,
And the sunlight was conquered
By darkness.
Luisa C Jan 2022
Why, I ask the sheets of my bed,
the warmth of the covers on me, the pillow rested comfortably.
Why, I ask the shadows in the corner of my room,
the specks of paint on my walls, the chipped wood on my door.
Why, I ask the hour of midnight,
the endless well of darkness, the undisrupted quietness.
The flickers of a flame, the ripples of an ocean,
the peak of a mountain, the trunk of a tree,
the sand of a beach, the coldness of snow,
the petals of a flower, the whistling of a breeze.
Why, I ask the world.
But it keeps its lips sealed tight.
Larada Aug 2018
Amongst this
Untouched
Skin
and all of
these
Layers
Of emotion
Remain
Undisrupted
Thoughts of
You
Joy Seowon Mar 2021
You were born as a puzzle my dear, full of pieces which always had a place to go.
If one piece of you be lost, we would all be incomplete and they would go
searching for miles for that tiny piece of the great world…
she used to say I was a star lost in the world
that had a place to go
for someone searching the world

If I were in space I would shoot through the vacuum
my hidden energy undisrupted

And be such a star
terrific only miles to be looked upon with wonder
Wondrous truth of your worth

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