Ink of Life by Deborah Dunn

This untimely life,
 Only advantageous to ones self.
You show your needs,
 Your desires,
  Your wants..
Yet the chapters go untitled,
 Like the book you do not read.
But gentle words,
 Sooth the ink of your thoughts,
  Only to be written encrypted,
   For only the certain few to read.
You show and tell your life story,
 And let me know your fear.
  Opened pages, closed mind,
   Opened mind, closed pages,
 This cycle needs to end.
Bloosoming in spirit,
 Growing in mind,
  The beautiful being youve become.
With but only your energy to eminate,
 Captivate,
   Entrap,
    This mind so opened and aware.
  Dont fall fool to the wise mans words.
   But listen to his speech.
 Hear not but listen,
  All the answers are there..
  All the questions are there..
   I can answer them all,
   And be that light in the dark.
    As you've seen before,
     Felt before,
      Touched before
       As it was in the past,
      Those thousands of years ago.
     Feel the time prevail,
    And arise memories of those days,
   And know that you will only,
    Grow higher and wiser,
     From here
      For feelings are meant to be shown,
    Said, used, saved..
In forms of things,
 We know are right..
Like the water spilt,
 So is the blood,
  From the heart,
   And out pours the love.

Attitudes by Deborah Dunn

Body enticed by pure illusion,
  A Child cries, its toy is gone.
A flowers petals die and drop,
  Another death will soon be born.
The complex masses merge together,
  Atomic breakdown to not be stopped.
Formlessness beckons me nearer to it,
Another attitude is now copped.
Our souls diminish in instant disintegration,
  Our complex bodies, simple and none.
We lie there silent, not a word,
  A second life has just begun.
Voices cry out, All of it I hear.
  Remembrance on my mind is strange.
Burning fires lick, the spirit burned,
  Our souls destroying, gray and manged.
No escape the door locks behind us,
  Our despair is our own salvation.
The sins of flesh, flow deep in me,
  Lost in my own damnation.
I'm here forever.

Blind by Deborah Dunn

Something wrong has happened here,
  But I'll refuse to see.
It's not that I don't understand,
  It makes much sense to me.
But why should I go out my way,
  When someone else needs help?
When everytime I needed it,
  They knew NOT how I felt.
So no more will we dare to give,
  Another helping hand.
Lest we are to risk our lives,
  Somewhere in our land.
It's not to hard to disregard,
  The visions that we get.
But it's too dangerous nowadays,
  And on that, you can bet.
Now, I don't want your bitter pity,
  That I don't expect.
Just save conceited mortirisms,
  For the one that's next.
Now go ahead, and say I'm blind,
  Then act all high and tall.
But answer this, My dear sweet friend...
  Aren't we all?

Waiting by Deborah Dunn

Pain dominates a life
A stumbling fall from grace.
Tears build and fall
Leaving trails on a face.

A soul ripped to shreds
left in tatters on the ground.

Twisting and turning in sleep,
dreaming of better days.
Waking in fear once again,
hoping to see better ways.

To know what is wanted
not knowing how to gain.

Something so simple,
something so plain.
Can bring about so much
destruction and pain.

Loving without reserve.
Wanting to be held.

Failing once again
to get what is wanted.
Failing to live life
without being haunted.

Waiting for it all to end
A life to be held in debate.

Left alone in the dark.
alone in the cold.
A life not done,
another story of old.

Angels watch in sadness,
knowing when time will come.