~*~Poems By Lisa~*~
~*~The Vulture~*~
The vulture perched upon the tree,
He screams my name
He calls to me.
Wings of feathers black as coal,
Cast shadows on
My prescious soul.
I run away and hide from him,
But still he sits
Upon the limb.
With every breathe he calls my name,
I hold my ears
But hear the same.
The more I run the more he flies,
I turn to see
His haunting eyes.
I fear I can't escape his stare,
I hide for days
Yet still he's there.
I ask him what he wants from me,
Why does he choose
To follow me?
No answer comes from out his beak,
I stand there still
My mind is weak.
As years pass by I learn to cope,
He sits so high
With puzzled hope.
Then one day came and I gave in,
I neared his branch
And grinned a grin.
Without a thought inside my head,
I understood
What not he said.
This vulture here was not my foe,
Who haunted me
Where-out I go.
This bird I thought was dark as coal,
Was nothing more
Than my own soul.
His feathers represent my years,
Of living life
With joy and tears.
His haunting eyes express my pain,
My name he calls
To keep me sane.
It took me years to figure out,
But now I know
Without a doubt.
He is the shadow of my soul,
I am his wings
We are a whole.
~*~My Mind~*~
In my mind I walk alone,
Among the muscle blood and bone.
Insanity provokes the thought,
Of happiness I once had sought.
The voices that invade my brain,
Will never cease to bring me pain.
The stress I fear that I must take,
Shall cause my bitter heart to break.
~*~Free~*~
24 June 1999
Thursday
6:19pm
Am I not but sand on a deserted beach
Grain after grain
Blowing along the shore
Restless in the wind.
Tides flow in and cover me gentley
Change my color
My texture
I grow heavy.
All that which was dry is soaked
I'm weighed down
Frozen in my place
No choice but to wait.
The water shifts my position against my will
And the coolness feels nice
But after long it grows tiresome
I fight for air.
I look up to the sky and hope to break free
To regain my space
My freedom to wander
To glide with the breeze.
The tides have gone out to sea
I lay drying in the sun
Getting lighter
Breaking away.
I join the travelling wind again
I cover new ground
Explore my passions
Rejoice my freedom.
And I think of how I shall never forget
The power of the tides
How they held me down
But how meaningful they are.
I don't wish to never return to them
I know their reasons
See their purpose
Respect their meaning.
I only hope they will see my reasons
See my purpose
Respect my meaning
And let me wander.
Free.
~*~Phil~*~
When life was yours and time ticked by,
You arrived on earth
From a clear blue sky.
Your boyish grin and shining eyes,
Made parents proud
With no suprise.
A boy with love to spread to all,
You soon would learn
To stand up tall.
The years went by and still you fought,
To continue on
With what you taught.
Not how to frown but how to smile,
A little joke
Can go a mile.
You grew up fast, it seemed to be,
Only yesterday
You were turning three.
But time goes by without a trace,
And millions now
Have seen your face.
They know you as a man so true,
Much pride in all
You say and do.
You're there to help and here to mend,
A lonely soul
Your heart you'll lend.
Now all good things must surely cease,
And you, I'm sure
Are well in peace.
But even though you're out of view,
Your laugh remains
Still bright and true.
So freely shall your soul take flight,
And comfort us
Through day and night.
~*~Mirror Of Your Soul~*~
I'm having one of those days,
Where all my thoughts are just of you,
Flowing in and out of my head;
I wait patiently to see what I should do.
I try hard to hear your voice,
It's such a pleasant sound to hear,
I listen for your laughter;
I can count on you to dry this tear.
Oh, lonliness seeps into my brain,
Wants to take over my thoughts of you,
Your eyes, your smile, memories;
I refuse to let myself be blue.
I know I can't see you like I used to,
But that doesn't mean you're not there,
I can feel your breath in the breeze;
The tingle in my soul from your piercing stare.
I bet where you are is the greatest place,
I'm sure there's plenty to do and see,
Even though you didn't think you were done here;
It was God's plan for this to be.
Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever forget you,
But I know I never will,
Cos, you see, you're everywhere I am;
And years from now you'll be with me still.
All the people you made smile, those you made laugh,
You gathered us together as a whole,
And shared a place you created for us,
You let us see ourselves in the mirror of your soul.
~*~You Touched My Soul~*~
You touched my soul
I wanna give that feeling back to you
I want the chance to show you
Just how you made me feel.
I can't forget
The memories I know I'll always have
You never asked a thing of me
Your love was truely real.
~*~Good/Bad~*~
Golden years,
Silent tears.
Time we bought,
Nights we fought.
Unbroken ties,
Forgiving lies.
Lovers binded,
Forever blinded.
~*~Loss~*~
Loss....
A drain from one's soul.
Yet
From it,
We gain strength.
A bleeding heart
Will clot.
Or it shall
Wash away
Remaining life.
~*~Silence~*~
Can silence be the pain
Of memories we've lost?
A truth in one's own mind
A soul for any cost.
~*~Mind Over Matter~*~
Mind over matter
Thoughts come undone,
Heart made to shatter
Spirits are one.
~*~Birth Of Destruction~*~
(16 March 2001 / Friday / 9:52am)
The moon shimmers its light,
Through the day and through night.
The darkness is cold,
No crops can be sold.
Since the sun has been banished,
And the heat from it vanished.
For the people gave birth,
To the destruction of Earth.
~*~Mine~*~
(01 July 2001/Sunday/2:52am)
Pitiful
Not beautiful
Screaming to get out.
Find a place
To hide my face
Always having doubt.
Staring
Eyes upon me
Mock me
Make me feel insane.
Invisible but visible
Never be the same.
It's time to go
Relive the life
Leave most of it behind.
Break away now
Shed the weight
Step outside your mind.
Dreams
Places to go
But you know
It's not your road.
Your life is now
You're own reality
Aren't you too old?
Fade
You find a place
To feel safe
It's where you like to be.
Stay calm
Run the show
If only they could see.
It's time to go
Don't want to leave
Go back to the night.
What I create
I too control
Such a peaceful sight.
Alone
In a full house
A fool's house
Play the fool
Be the fool
What is there to lose?
Wake
To the world
It doesn't wait
Passes you by so fast.
Will they ever see
Look through your eyes
Understand you at last?
Time
Stop counting
Back and forward
Waiting for the day.
Hands on the glass
Break out
Or slowly fade away
Forever.
~*~My Reality~*~
(05 March 2003, Wednesday, 7.11pm)
I'm afraid of what will happen. Or what won't happen. One can live in the most expensive, most breath-taking place imaginable, and still feel trapped. As if drowning in one's own existence. Every breath taken is one more robbed from the lungs.
They say, "Life goes on," but does it? Does it really? When all you know seems unreal and what you imagine seems more real than your own reality. When the only escape from the harshness of what they call "reality" is a dream, then dreaming becomes more and more important. Dreaming becomes your new reality. And the urge for sleep, the hunger, increases every moment. Until....you've become hidden away inside your own mind. Inside your own new reality.
But sleep doesn't always come when you need it to. You can't force that kind of escape. Waiting is the only drawback. Waiting is the reward. Moments when there's no time to escape. No place to get there. When things are standing in your way, making you stay conscious. Telling you that you can't run free. Yet, the comfort of knowing that soon, eventually, you'll be let go and you'll drift off into that freedom, lies within.
So many things to begin; so many things to finish. Your eyes grow heavy as you fight to hold your head up to the light. Planning your escape makes you more tired, but hopeful. The voices around you echo in your ears, insisting that you listen. And you do. But not as much as you listen to the voice inside your own mind. Telling you that soon, eventually, you'll be taken to another place. A place where you can feel the calmness float around you like a warm breeze on a cool day. Or is that a cool breeze on a warm day? Does it matter?
Standing, to stretch your legs, you approach the giant picture windows, overlooking the garden, leading out through the tall grass, and the sand, out further to the shore and out into the ocean. How can something so beautiful exist in a world of hatred and distrust? A world where one can simply speak their mind only to be attacked for ever opening their mouth. A world that was once so majestic, and now so polluted by the very thing that you are a part of. Humanity.
A piece of paper, tossed aimlessly from the hand of your own kind, lays silently on the beach. Fluttering about in the wind and adjusting it's position with every gust of air. The same air that you rob from yourself with each breath you take. Yet, somehow, there's always enough to keep you alive. To allow you to witness the next glimpse of sadness in this thing called reality.
Your eyes follow the piece of silent, wandering paper. It's lifted up, as if by an invisible hand, and makes it's way towards the water's edge, where it will land and wash out into the innocent ocean. Your eyes close for a split second, and when they reopen, you watch as the silent piece of paper is transformed into a pure white dove, gliding above the ocean in graceful flight. Higher and higher until it descends towards the sand, once again becoming a silent piece of paper. Before touching the sand, it is whisked off, away from the ocean, and is set down in a trash can.
For one brief moment, your emotionless face reveals a happy expression.
This is what it's like in my world.
In my reality.
~*~Life, Tomorrow~*~
(18 March 2003, Tuesday, 2.54am)
Some times,
There's no one there;
No hand to hold,
I'm grasping air.
Other times,
There's just too much;
I shy away,
Avoid the touch.
Lay in bed,
Embrace the night;
I'm in control,
My dreams take flight.
Day time comes,
It's different now;
I have to live,
I don't know how.
Things to do,
Places to go;
Can I manage?
I'll never know.
Can't explain,
The way I feel;
Nobody knows,
My fears are real.
Stuck inside,
A mental shell;
No one outside,
Can hear me yell.
'Though the mirror,
Reflects my face;
My mind is in,
Another place.
There, not here,
Is reality;
A place which I,
Can only see.
Life goes on,
Or so, for some;
But I remain,
A lonely bum.
Lost today,
Alone in sorrow;
Wishing for a
Life, tomorrow.
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