TLD's Poetry

the healing touch of time

i sing my sorrows through the gentle wind
a silent call and answer to my mental song
each word a thorn embedded in my mind
each line another journey, hard and long

i sing my sorrows through the gentle breeze
and through the channel to my heart i find
a glowing light so gentle, unobstructed
now releasing, flowing through the mind

it beckons me, it beckons, mind
becoming silent, unbecoming
heart, still beating, soothing repetition
captured, healing, guided by
the soothing breeze of beating
wings

i sing my sorrows
to the gentle hands of
time
i sing my transformation
now to beckon silence
heal my broken
spirit

i sing to become
the nothingness within
a silent call and answer
to the healing hands
of the hissing wind

i feel
the soothing breeze of
beating wings
i seal my sorrows now
renewed, i spread my
beating wings and fly

solace in sadness

when words
follow breath
when sounds
follow life
when one
becomes grounded
in futile
strife

when thoughts
follow words
when sadness
gets stark
when life
seems like nothing
but poisoned
bark

when mind
becomes numb
the silence
unbroken
memories
triggered
words left
unspoken

when songs
become silent
when heart
becomes shattered
shrouded by
feelings that
question it
mattered

my mind
becomes silent
drowned
within madness
to find
deep within
solace
in sadness

from emotions
come words
from chaos
comes sound
my mind
becomes lost
in the rhythms
i've found

solace
in sadness
emotions
expressed
catharsis
from madness
my soul is
caressed

when life
follows breath
when words
become art
emotions
release
and heal
from the heart.

living angels

time flows like a silent stream
its subtle rhythm slipping past
our minds and bodies, trickling slowly
through the veins and arteries of Mother
Earth

we fly like fallen angels through
our mundane lives and greedy dreams
and yet we don't remember simple
things that give us life and love and gentle
birth

when simple things that bother
us are blindly cast into the sea, becoming
lost, they build and build with every
passing beat and suddenly we drown
enveloped

when we fly like fallen angels
steeped within our sadness,
lifeless, dark and deep, we revel
in its melancholy, silent, withered,
undeveloped

when we listen to our hearts, they beat
like living angels with their subtle rhythms
slipping past our minds, our dreams,
our lifeblood streams that never cease
to give

and to receive, to live, to breathe
and yet, we fly, completely unaware
of that which drives behind our everything,
that pulsing, pulsing, pulsing beat with which
we live

and drown. and when our morals blur
we kill for empty property which
never satisfied our greed.
we take. we choke.
we die. we bleed.

so listen to your heart, become
a living angel, bringing smiles into
this world, so when you're
feeling down, you don't forget
you've done a loving deed.

[Squatchit]

Really wonderful poems - thank you for sharing. I particularly like Our Language is Sacred.

That one's one of my favourites too, but their shadows yet uncast is easily my most favourite one for the time being. And thanks, I agree they are quite wonderful!

the value of forgiveness

a solemn revelation, a reminder that a
seed that was never watered within
is learning to value a life never lived, that
planted its touch on the lives of many
in solitude, reliving a love never wished for,
my song i sing to the healing rhythm of my
heart beating, solemn, breathing, loving

a silence never broken by the
value of loving forgiveness
with which time could never stop. as
i search within the raging, memories
will caress my longing soul and
never, in solitude, will i long to
depart, loving, breathing, solemn, beating

a seed is planted
in my heart
a value with which i
will never depart

dark night of the soul

when one will never understand
the way the sun will always rise
begin to picture loving loyalty,
once born, then slowly dies

when one will never understand
that when you touch my heart
through words of loving poetry
a lasting feeling that will never part

when one will understand
a moment cannot last forever
a breath, you take, release
is but one moment you exchange

with life or hate

when one will never understand
with love and life or hate
uncertainty demands you look
to understand your fate

but who's to say that
one will never understand?
that words will never have an impact?
that change was never planned?

when one will understand
a longing, clear as shining day,
a bleeding mind, depression,
things that simple words could never say

when one will understand
the world abound
is expression in language
and poetry

one simple word or lack thereof
of never -- never understanding,
never knowing, never seeing, or
never forgetting to surrender

to that simple
divine
exchange
to combine

the simple movements,
to breathe, release, reliving,
making memories,
surrendering, forgiving,

one will begin
to understand
the beauty
of the sunrise

(Remember -- you can feel free to comment on any of these poems!)

We had the second snowfall of the year this weekend, and everything is completely caked. This poem draws a little bit of inspiration from that.

lost within a torrent

i watch a single snowflake
in a stormy blizzard as
it captures my
attention, one of
many, still unique

i watch a symphony
of memories fleeting,
floating by, as if
a puzzle piece was
found within a tiny
dream of mine and i
remember

i watch and see
the snowflakes flutter by
as each of them is
lost within a torrent

to observe within the suffering
forgotten memories
a falling puzzle piece
within a torrent

and i remember
when we craft our
loving dreams together,
wrap them in our
sadness, then
forget

each of us becoming
lost within the torment

we build our worlds
as thin as fragile
paper houses, watch
the snowflakes as
they drift by, every
snowflake still unique

our paper houses yet
collapse beneath the frigid
memories and i
remember mine long
gone within the freezing
sadness, lost within
the torment

Wow.. That is deep. I love it.

with your love, you can heal me

immersed, i love to fly
within a shadow of reality -- two
worlds becoming one, a fragment
of depression, longing to evade
my lonely inner battles, ease my
broken dreams, a lonely
mind, despairing trauma

within a silent reverie of mine
an ominous despair and
anxious nothingness, i fly within my
world of broken thoughts,
of broken memories and echo
potent silence in a world of potent
thoughts.

i remember how to fly, to
live within a fantasy
submersed
in its reality
a starkly comic tragedy, a
dark, unknown duality,
bottomless, unsatisfied, the
void i live within

lost and absent-minded,
in a fantasy, abrupt,
the thought returns to me, a
storm of reveries i'm using
to connect my heart and mind,
connect an echoed broken silence
many times that i forgot, connect the
dots to my depression. see, i've

forgotten--
how it is i love to fly
to live in shattered harmony, unable to
distinguish dreaming from insanity
my inner life involving merry
mind-games, split apart
from personality, a false
reality

i live within. i
live within a steady rhythm, found
within a heartbeat,
my world expressed within the
void of perfect silence,
fragile, small
and abruptly
broken.

confused, my thoughts i lay
between my splintered mind,
two concepts merge, becoming one, two
worlds beneath the shell we call the skin,
between
the inner worlds of kind and heart
and other, foreign feelings line
the point beneath the
outer layers.

the frantic worlds of
opened thoughts, brought together by the
hands of withered love and
weathered affirmations,
love that heals
and bleeding
minds, splintered to reveal
unspoken thoughts.

watch my splintered mind reveal
itself within these solemn words:
with your love, you can heal me.

immersed within worlds of my broken mind,
within an anxious world of potent thoughts,
i live submersed in a dark, bottomless void,
lost in the storm to connect many dots.

forgotten how to distinguish my mind-games from reality,
i live within my void, fragile, small and broken,
confused between two worlds, between the inner and the outer,
the opened hands of weathered love, and bleeding minds unspoken.