eternity
By J. Lynne Moore
quarks, protons, electrons, atoms, molecules
cells, organs, flesh, body
steam(gas), water(liquid), ice(solid)
one is all,
all are one
infinite cycle…
cycling infinitely
can you tell the beginning…
from the end?
gaze upon the mirrored mirror
as you recite pi
eternally, eternal, eternity
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Destruction
By J. Lynne Moore
Cardboard feelings
Bend and tear
Crushed under
The weight
Of the world
Glass hearts
Crack and shatter
Smashed by
The bitterness
Of humanity
Styrofoam lives
Warp and melt
Scorched by
The inferno
Of ignorance
Wooden souls
Split and rot
Saturated by
The poison
Of sin
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Stolen Dreams
By J. Lynne Moore
Stolen dreams die,
In the judgment bed of sin;
Skeletal fragments,
Of what could have been.
Don’t remember me,
In this life interrupted.
What could have, should have,
Is now corrupted.
I will not lay in wait,
For dreams that boiled away.
Ample time is left ahead,
And I will not be lead astray.
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Hourglass Prison
By J. Lynne Moore
Through the limpid, prison glass,
Fall the sands of heedless time.
Never making resplendent sense,
Always ending in a twisted rhyme.
No need to hold your last breath,
Overmarrow cannot be seen,
Cry no more for spilled milk regret,
During the lost affairs of yestereen.
No tepid, vanilla life prospers.
Zeal, adopt it as your first name,
Let choice purchase your victory,
Shatter the hourglass, be never tame.
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My Burden
By J. Lynne Moore
‘Tis not for the lack of try,
Nor is it a matter of pride;
The burdens lain upon me are many
And my shoulders are not that wide.
My face is not that of an angel,
Yet I have no reason to hide.
Two yokes were thrust upon me,
But my shoulders are not that wide.
Will help ever speak my name?
Will my head ever rise above the tide?
Shall the albatross nest elsewhere?
For my shoulders are just not that wide.
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Withered Hand
J. Lynne Moore
A withered hand waits,
For the touch of youth.
Fearing now the loss…
The reality of stubborn truth.
The repetition of sunrise,
Has left it’s wrinkled mark;
And still the withered hand…
Waits, as the shadows grow dark.
Faded now, the journey’s road,
Bellows caution, dead end…
And as the moments linger,
The withered hand does ascend.
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Time
By J.Lynne Moore
Splintered time
Leaves the heart blind
Stumbling for hope
None can bandage
What has been broken
By the rendering of time
Rage as you might
Time will not yield
Or offer sympathy
As the avalanche falls
So do hopes and dreams
Buried beneath the chaos
To rise above
Is the will of those
Souls painted brave
Swallow your fears
Run from certainty
Time will follow suit
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