GROUNDED ~ LANG LEAV

THE ICE MAIDEN

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So ignorant of her beauty, and yet
Confidence in every bone.
A breath of silence greets her entrance,
As she glides into the room.

They try their best to ignore her presence,
But as the eyes rebel against the mind,
They lose themselves within her mesmerizing psyche.

Her purity seeps through her porcelain skin,
And her other-worldliness grates against
Every good neuron in their brains,
Leaving them sad and bitter... 

And the Maiden?
She is doomed to walk amongst them - 
Head held high - Forever alone in her tranquility.

~ C. Spies

WAR

You'll fight for a cause 

You have no faith in.

Why do you follow 

This man you don't know?

What has he done

To earn your respect?

This man who takes lives 

In the blink of an eye?

He doesn't care - 

He isn't here - 

Watching you breathe

For the last time.

~ C. Spies

SERPENT TONGUE

A frozen lake of mottled ice,
Your heart's become a sharpened knife.
The voices whisper in your ears,
Erasing all our peaceful years.
How sad that all their tragic lies,
Engulf this world I now despise.
Why do you trust the serpents tongue,
Knowing all the serpent's done?

~ C. Spies

ALONE

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I lov'd, I lov'd alone.
Then - In my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life - was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me roll'd
In it's autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

~ Edgar Allan Poe

STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING

Whose woods these are, I think I know,
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

~ Robert Frost

FADING

You're slowly disappearing,
And fading from my mind.
Who were you before all this?
I'm watching you unwind.

Memories of hours past,
Are fading fast to grey.
You cannot tell a story,
Without repeating what you say.

We gather all around you,
To shower you with love.
I hope someday you'll find yourself
As you look down from above.

~ C. Spies

PERFECT SYMMETRY

Where are you?
What are you?
Have my eyes ever seen you?
Can my mind even imagine you?
What do you look like?
Do you exist?

I don't know you -
No one does.
I've never seen you - 
No one has.
Why then, do we impersonate you...
You who does not exist?

~ C. Spies

YOUR HEART

If your heart were a forest, 
The trees would have no leaves.
If your heart were a seashore,
There would be no cool breeze.
If your heart were a rainbow,
All you would see is white.
If your heart were an eagle,
It would never take off in flight.
If your heart were a story,
It would make everyone cry.
If your heart were a fountain,
I'm sure it would run dry.

~ David John Smith.

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SHADOWS OF A PYRAMID

Sometimes I feel like leaving everything behind,

And disappearing to lie beneath

The night-time shadows of the Great Pyramids.

No people. No drama. Just me -

Basking in a star-lit sky,

Contemplating my beautiful solitude.

~ C. Spies