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A quiet room
In which to look
A young boy hefts
A curious book
The cover brilliant
And pages light
His intentions are fixed
On this beckoning sight
Page by page
His imaginations soar
His feet once grounded
Now leave the floor
A new world thrills
His every sense
A book transforms
To magic from hence
…Reading Ryan (finished 10/04/2005 1:02 AM)
Chosen was he, but lost he became
When fear led to anger, to hatred, to blame
Twisted by greed. Convinced by a lie
Refusing the way, a Dark One arose
And so it was, the one that he loved
Let go of her life when ambitions were known
All the while the force could explain
The Jedis’ intent. The Chancellor’s disdain
Darkened. Lost. Unwilling was he
To listen to wisdom, the chosen to be.
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Unnerving that he killed for her love
Turned on his friends for her love
Embraced the dark for her love
Trusted a Sith for her love
And in the end
When all was done
She died &
He was left without her love
R. Skywalker
Gently he fluttered down
Patient he was for my call
Just then, a moment of silence overcame
and in that moment I felt meaning
Yet feared I still the time of its departure
No heed gave he to my lack of faith
A smile was all it took to sooth
A gentle smile, how bold, how pure
Doubt acknowledged defeat
And there I sat with a friend whom I knew
Words too heavy, a bit too trite
Entwined in presence we passed time
Tears drawn to cleanse and to teach
All guile melting replaced by hope, hope
Hiding nothing now I gave myself to him
Humility of heart
Discipline in action
Courage in doubt
Honor of character
Through my eyes he touched my soul
And I could not help but know love
– K. A.
Rising slowly, ever slowly
I’m calmed by this steady pace
Growing, ever growing
Illumination taking place
Simple yet elegant
Gentleness with grace
Ignorant of attention
Yet brilliance dawns her face
A meeting
A moment
A victor
A crown
–King Arthur
(Published 10/04/05 1:07 AM)
have you ever…
loved soo hard, it hurt
cried so hard it healed
laughed until you cried
felt so right time froze
i have
ryan
Editorial Note: Sometimes, in quiet moments, I recall many memories. This was one of those moments. Somehow, they seemed to all fuse together to form a new memory, a new understanding. At times the feelings I write, though originally precipitated by a certain individual or situation, find new meaning and new expression as my life progresses. The love I’ve had for one finds new expression, heightened experiences, and deeper meaning in another. The pain I felt once can build bridges of understanding. Laughter always soothes the soul and makes things bearable, no one point in my life has a monopoly on that. I experience it with newness each time. And each memory I form is unique and though I can never again live one in exactly the same way, each has beautiful meaning to me, and none can steal that from another.