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Too Late the Lantern

Too Late the Lantern Why question my stillness, when you ignored my plea? When my silence screamed, you failed to truly see. You turned from the trembling that lived in my core, Now you seek comfort from a closed door. Why question the scars, when you dismissed the fray? When my spirit fractured, fading day by day. You watched me crumble, but never lent a hand, Now you trace the damage, as if you understand. Why question the chill, when you embraced the frost? When my warmth was offered, and utterly lost. You felt the coldness, yet stood so unconcerned, Now you shiver at the lessons fiercely learned. Why reach for my trust, now that my guard is high? When once it beckoned, beneath a hopeful sky. You come with solace, now that I've found my stride, But too late the hand that once was cast aside. Why seek my presence, after casting me away? When solitude became my only stay. You buried my worth beneath your careless stride, Now dig for embers where they used to hide. Why mourn ...
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Echoes of the Unfinished

Echoes of the Unfinished Youth's swift current, hurrying to the sea, Leaves marks upon the soul, for all to see. Many watch dreams recede, like distant sails, And hold to shadows when the daylight fails. Yet some stand firm, though aged by the sun, Their spirit's battle, far from truly done. They know how swiftly joy can slip away, And how illusions falter, day by day. Old eyes have seen the falsehoods life can spin, And question why the heart still lets them in. They ponder justice, a forgotten art, If bitter tides will ever truly part. The fiery passions of a younger mind, Seem distant echoes, left so far behind. The urgent cries for change, a fading tune, Beneath the quiet of the crescent moon. The soul that poured itself, a flowing stream, To mend the broken, live a selfless dream, Can find itself alone, when evening nears, Confronting burdens from uncounted years. No time to gather, no new craft to gain, Just solitude, alongside lingering pain. Yet in the depths, where...
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Beyond the Glow

Beyond the Glow They rise to data, not the light, Their faces bathed in pixel-bright. A world composed of curated views, While silent, real life slowly clues. No warmth to feel, no ideas to lift, Just endless scrolling, quick and swift. A tap, a like, a fleeting praise, Through filtered, digital, busy haze. The mountains stand, the ocean calls, But eyes stay fixed on virtual walls. For instant facts, a quick demand, But wisdom gained, not understood by hand. Yet life's true growth won't flash and gleam, Not in a constant, hurried stream. It lives in patience, sweat, and strife, The messy, tangible, vibrant life. One day, the signal will run thin, And real consequences will begin. Not through a screen, but through the quest, Of grounded truths, put to the test.
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The Screen Holds Everything

The Screen Holds Everything They wake to pixels, not the dawn, Eyes locked tight, the world withdrawn. Fingers dance on lifeless glass, As fleeting moments slip and pass. No hands in soil, no sweat on brow, Just voices echo—empty now. A wish, a swipe, the world complies, Yet nothing real behind their eyes. The stars still shine, the rivers flow, Yet few will watch, or ever know. For every answer, one demand, Yet not a lesson learned by hand. But life won’t come in flashing beams, Not in shortcuts, nor in streams. It waits in struggle, earned and won, Not in a world that gives for fun. One day, the silence will be real, And all they held, they’ll start to feel. Not through a screen, but through the weight, Of effort’s hands—their true estate.
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Unfenced Spirit

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Beneath vast Western skies, where dreams take flight, Please don't fence me in, not day or night. Let the horizon stretch, unbound and wide, No earthly tether, nowhere left to hide The yearning soul that longs to roam and stray, Beyond the lines that man has drawn today. As I gaze up where the full moon gleams, A silent witness to my wildest dreams. Let my spirit wander, like the desert wind, Through starlit canyons, leaving doubts behind. To touch the quiet, where the mountains rise, And find my freedom in those open skies. No walls, no bars, no boundaries defined, Just boundless wonder for a seeking mind. To feel the wildness, ancient, pure, and deep, While moonbeams guard the secrets that they keep. Let my true self, untamed and ever free, Return to vastness, calling out to me.
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Morning's Gift

Morning’s Gift Morning awakens, soft and bright, Dew-kissed grass, bathed in light. Golden rays upon the trees, A whispered promise on the breeze. Robins sing, their voices true, A melody in skies so blue. Lilac’s fragrance drifts with grace, A gentle touch, a warm embrace. I lift my heart with joyful praise, For mercies new in golden haze. Like robins singing at the dawn, I find His love to rest upon. The scent of grace fills morning air, A holy whisper, strong and rare. For in my soul, His name I raise, And pour my worship in His ways. Morning’s here—a gift divine, Each sight and sound a sacred sign. For God has sent His love anew, And holds His promise ever true. Psalm 59:16 "But I will sing of Thy power; Yea, I will sing aloud of Thy mercy in the morning."
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Leaving Yesterday Behind

Leaving Yesterday Behind If you carry the past, a burden and a stone, A heavy weight, that chills you to the bone. It anchors feet, where forward steps should stride, And keeps your spirit tethered, deep inside. The weight will whisper, secrets, soft and low, Of hurts endured, and seeds of sorrow sow. It holds you close, a prisoner to its might, But life was never meant to cease its light. Not meant to die, held captive and confined, By shadows that the day has left behind. Each wound you bear, each scar that marks your soul, Each aching memory, taking its own toll. These are the lessons, etched in lines so clear, Of strength discovered, conquering every fear. Not heavy chains, designed to hold you fast, But wisdom gathered, from the moments past. The sun still rises, in a hopeful gleam, Across the canvas of a waking dream. The skies still shift, in hues of gold and blue, Tomorrow's dawn, is waiting just for you. It does not call your pain, or claim its right, To dim the promise...
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