Submissions by Dawes
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2016 7:32am
22nd Apr 2016 7:32am
Dual Nature
Walking in the darkness,
Until realizing your the light,
Hiding in the shadows,
The play can be a fright.
Limitless apart from I,
Where we become so lost,
Chasing who we think we are,
Through a life that has no cost.
Play a different tune today,
One to set us free,
We are all an instrument of the one,
This truth a child can see.
Only to reflect on self,
Will the knowing come to light,
Yesterday's a memory,
Tomorrow's out of sight.
The primary tool of function,
Makes us sick, unloved and shy,
It's all...
Until realizing your the light,
Hiding in the shadows,
The play can be a fright.
Limitless apart from I,
Where we become so lost,
Chasing who we think we are,
Through a life that has no cost.
Play a different tune today,
One to set us free,
We are all an instrument of the one,
This truth a child can see.
Only to reflect on self,
Will the knowing come to light,
Yesterday's a memory,
Tomorrow's out of sight.
The primary tool of function,
Makes us sick, unloved and shy,
It's all...
778 reads
1 Comment
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2016 7:30am
22nd Apr 2016 7:30am
Alive, not Kicking.
The tides in,
A sun setting,
On warm sand,
With birds singing.
No more confusion,
Just a simple heart,
For which is seen,
A work of art.
Not seen by a mind,
Only felt by the one,
Stillness in a moment,
Silenced from the sun.
The sky breaths,
With a whispering wind,
With a sun that's set,
On an ocean filled with stars.
Purity in the moment,
Stillness of oneself,
A very telling story,
Of a lover and itself.
A sun setting,
On warm sand,
With birds singing.
No more confusion,
Just a simple heart,
For which is seen,
A work of art.
Not seen by a mind,
Only felt by the one,
Stillness in a moment,
Silenced from the sun.
The sky breaths,
With a whispering wind,
With a sun that's set,
On an ocean filled with stars.
Purity in the moment,
Stillness of oneself,
A very telling story,
Of a lover and itself.
513 reads
1 Comment
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
15th Apr 2016 6:27pm
15th Apr 2016 6:27pm
A Universal Play
The play of thought,
In an open mind,
Is a babbling brook,
In an endless sky.
An essence to be lost,
Only to be found,
Hidden in the depths,
Of a person Earth bound.
Coming together,
Pushing away,
Infinite laughter,
At the game as it's played.
It starts as one,
But soon it's two,
Only to be realized,
The end is not true.
We wait for a moment,
In the truth that we are,
No shadows on the ground,
And a mind full of stars.
In an open mind,
Is a babbling brook,
In an endless sky.
An essence to be lost,
Only to be found,
Hidden in the depths,
Of a person Earth bound.
Coming together,
Pushing away,
Infinite laughter,
At the game as it's played.
It starts as one,
But soon it's two,
Only to be realized,
The end is not true.
We wait for a moment,
In the truth that we are,
No shadows on the ground,
And a mind full of stars.
514 reads
1 Comment
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
12th Apr 2016 7:25am
12th Apr 2016 7:25am
A World Stirs
The call is heard,
A world stirs,
Waking from its slumber,
To which was written,
A child of the Earth,
Brought from the light.
The energy rising,
To a place beyond the senses,
A place for the sacred,
A reprieve from the rest.
Knowing is known,
Felt from a place a peace,
To which we all go,
And to which we're all free.
Many become one,
In the light of day,
To forge in stone,
What was written,
From a heart once lost,
To a soul now found.
A world stirs,
Waking from its slumber,
To which was written,
A child of the Earth,
Brought from the light.
The energy rising,
To a place beyond the senses,
A place for the sacred,
A reprieve from the rest.
Knowing is known,
Felt from a place a peace,
To which we all go,
And to which we're all free.
Many become one,
In the light of day,
To forge in stone,
What was written,
From a heart once lost,
To a soul now found.
554 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Apr 2016 7:24am
12th Apr 2016 7:24am
Make a Wish
An opening in space as the voice of self calls in the distance like a genie in a bottle,
Begging and whispering for the stillness to prevail,
Sighing at every loss in the moment of a transparent story,
And smiling when home is present or found.
An old clock begins to miss its beat,
As the chirping bird never misses hers,
A call into the darkness where all reflection of light is given,
As the shadows dance with form.
One simple song for all,
With a million threads all singing,
Then falling back and back again,
Into trueness and peace....
Begging and whispering for the stillness to prevail,
Sighing at every loss in the moment of a transparent story,
And smiling when home is present or found.
An old clock begins to miss its beat,
As the chirping bird never misses hers,
A call into the darkness where all reflection of light is given,
As the shadows dance with form.
One simple song for all,
With a million threads all singing,
Then falling back and back again,
Into trueness and peace....
824 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Apr 2016 3:06pm
6th Apr 2016 3:06pm
Silent Moon
A transparent glow peeks through a crack in the old door,
I reach out to the mottled handle and pull it open,
Silver light chases the darkness across the room as it fills the space,
I look out as the heavenly body lights the cool, still landscape,
Then all is dimmed by the passing of a shimmering cloud,
I look up at an orchestra of stars, singing with light,
Breathing in the cool air,
Breathing out into the world of twilight,
An invisible wind dances with the trees as their leaves spin and speak,
Flashes of silvers and blues flowering from moment...
I reach out to the mottled handle and pull it open,
Silver light chases the darkness across the room as it fills the space,
I look out as the heavenly body lights the cool, still landscape,
Then all is dimmed by the passing of a shimmering cloud,
I look up at an orchestra of stars, singing with light,
Breathing in the cool air,
Breathing out into the world of twilight,
An invisible wind dances with the trees as their leaves spin and speak,
Flashes of silvers and blues flowering from moment...
534 reads
1 Comment
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
5th Apr 2016 2:55pm
5th Apr 2016 2:55pm
Fallen
Fallen to find,
A meaning to be,
A chance you take,
A choice you see.
Forgetfully stupid,
A second in time,
Is a segment of nothing,
But story and rhyme.
Fate and choice,
Maybe one and the same,
A life that is chosen,
A fate that is made.
A mind making choices,
With a soul in disbelief,
Our judgement has been clouded,
From a sinister belief,
That we are all not worthy,
Of what we truly are,
It simply takes a moment,
To see this from afar.
Fallen to find,
A meaning to...
A meaning to be,
A chance you take,
A choice you see.
Forgetfully stupid,
A second in time,
Is a segment of nothing,
But story and rhyme.
Fate and choice,
Maybe one and the same,
A life that is chosen,
A fate that is made.
A mind making choices,
With a soul in disbelief,
Our judgement has been clouded,
From a sinister belief,
That we are all not worthy,
Of what we truly are,
It simply takes a moment,
To see this from afar.
Fallen to find,
A meaning to...
569 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Apr 2016 2:53pm
5th Apr 2016 2:53pm
Separation
We divide the world into countries, races, religions, languages and boarders.
Then within that are billions of individual people each with their own life and story of that.
Each story is held onto by the individual.
Every individual with a unique way of seeing the world.
The individual experiences millions of situations in a life time.
Each situation is judged by the mind as good/bad or right/wrong.
Then each judgment carries an emotion with it colouring the way we see the world.
Not just the world but people too.
Is it...
Then within that are billions of individual people each with their own life and story of that.
Each story is held onto by the individual.
Every individual with a unique way of seeing the world.
The individual experiences millions of situations in a life time.
Each situation is judged by the mind as good/bad or right/wrong.
Then each judgment carries an emotion with it colouring the way we see the world.
Not just the world but people too.
Is it...
531 reads
1 Comment
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