Sometimes

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Sometimes the illusions are real,
Sometimes they are the only thing that matters
In the hurly-burly of this world.
Sometimes the scream is the only sound,
And it goes round and round forever.

To the deeps and to the heavens,
To the forest and the oceans.
Round and round in never ending motion
Powered by imagination –
Driven by a dream.
 
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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Breaking Through

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The grey clouds swirl around my mind
Like a million dark thought butterflies.
A cascade of believings before the facts
Chasing me through this subconscious realm
Up and down these roads, to hell and back.
Making me forget to look up occasionally
To see that the clouds do break
The sky here and there.
And in the distance through the haze,
A hint of blue is sneaking through,
To remind me that better days are coming soon.
 
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Starlight Rending

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This beauty is torn apart
By chaos winds
And bitter rains.
By the harshness of the times,
By the frigid coldness of black nights.
The stars who shine,
Jealously guard those distant lights.
Never sharing of the warmth
Of their distant, alien, hearts.
 
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The Silence

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The silent ones are calling,
Memories falling like leaves
In the swirling whirlpool
Of an unravelling mind.

The silent ones are listening
For the diamonds glistening amongst
The blindness of the lies.

For the slow descent into the sanity,
The shared humanity, of the watchers
Waiting somewhere beyond the horizon
Of the conflicted mind.
 
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Crumbling Precipice

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There is this energy
Right here within me
And I’m poised on this precipice,
Readied to jump.
To fall, perhaps
As I attempt to fly.
All I know is that
I won’t go back
And I can’t stay here.
So there is nothing left
But to spread my wings
And try.
 
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New Vista

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For the moment I am happy,

Though this is not some kind of bliss.

This is stasis,

A balance between humdrum monotony

And a search for a better view,

Like when sunlight through trees

Sets the dust motes dancing.

A universal vibration, a synchronicity.

It is a kindness, this wish,

This compromise

Between the now of reality

And never opening my eyes

On a vision of Nirvana.

As with eyes half-closed

I shut out the darkness.

 

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