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Collecting thoughts in buckets
drizzed dreams in barrels
stoppered and shelved
to age and fade beyond concious thought
reawakened in brief glimpses
tapped and poured
to toast a moment come a gone
then broken down and lost
or recycled into forgotten
might have beens.
drizzed dreams in barrels
stoppered and shelved
to age and fade beyond concious thought
reawakened in brief glimpses
tapped and poured
to toast a moment come a gone
then broken down and lost
or recycled into forgotten
might have beens.
Literature
Artist Block
What is this thing called: "artist block?"
And does it come from lesser stock?
Is it a fugue I simply cure?
Is it from here or where YOU were?
Is it a malady of mind?
Is it a plague the lepers find?
Is it a beast that preys on fear?
And...is that why it can't touch me, here?
Is it superstitious and obscene?
Is it something that remains unseen?
Is it terror only fools embrace?
Is it rage and jealousy you face?
What is this thing called: "artist block?"
And why does it leave your talent locked?
Why is it something I can't see,
Leaving only MY mind free?
Literature
ZERO OUT, AT ZERO ALTITUDE AND COUNTING..!
Zero out at zero minus zero T minus 4 and counting
Don't know if I'm coming or going, or falling over
myself; to know myself; to find myself out again
Estranged, stranger days the hands of strange a
stranger way
Away with the pixies, away with the birds,
away with the fairies
Couldn't see the light to concede my plight,
the flight of Angels
Only to sail the seven seas and map the four corners
of the globe
Away in a manger, the twelve Apostles and the Star of
David
The House of the Holy, the Crest of Nobility and Noble
honor
The 13th hour and the nine tenors, a gate, a stairway
to Heaven; and the piper at the gates of dawn
The crescent moon and the Holy Ghost has spoken
Morning has broken, Noelle and the book of God on
a wing and a prayer
God have mercy on their souls for thou shall not commit
a mortal sin
The second coming, Armageddon and the Apocalypse
God almighty, God willing, God have mercy on those
that are of good of will, Amen
Literature
Smile...
I smile...
...not for you,
...not to deceive,
but to keep from drowning...
...in the silence between two breaths.
Not every smile is real.
Sometimes it's a shield...
...a sword...
...sometimes, the last fragment of hope.
I smile...
to keep myself from breaking...
...where no one sees.
Between walls that whisper
what I was never allowed to say out loud.
They say: forgetting is healing.
But I wear my past like a chain.
Cold.
Heavy.
And yet — I call it... my compass.
They think silence is peace.
But silence is screaming...
...in a language no one understands.
Every step creaks on ancient graves.
My chain drags across the floor of my past.
An echo of choices
I never truly made...
...heavy with words that were never spoken.
Still, I do not turn around.
Because hatred...
...taught me love.
Like fire...
...teaches the seed
how to grow
through ash.
I went over the edge.
And I came back.
Without wings.
Without a god.
Without a promise.
The eye watches...
Above me.
Within me.
And I feel
An older poem. I hope that you find it enjoyable.
© 2005 - 2026 faeth
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