Various poems by sylphaxiom

[sylphaxiom]

The Stone Ones

Where the stone ones strive,
We die or survive.

A life for naught,
Our humanity thus lost.

A trembling hand,
Grasps for fellow man.

No life left to see,
Lives lorn left to be.

Here where the stone ones strive,
We will fail to survive.

The trembelous hand,
Forgot how to stand.

For those where the stone ones strive,
Thus folie breaks stride.

And forever they fail to survive.

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Fragments of the Benign

When seen by the world,
We stretch our fabric.
Always bending,
But never static.

A class our own,
We live in silence.
Our solitary hearts,
Bring more pain than violence.

We breathe the world around us,
We take glory in its change.
Always pulled through near and far,
Never thinking we have a range.

We are always few,
The rarity is our gift.
Not understood or easily forgotten,
But always caught in a terrible rift.

We need another to help us through,
Loneliness becomes more than we can take.
To find our love,
To pick us up from that dreaded break.

To each his own companion,
We are always alert for the sign.
Of the one who can walk among us,
For the fragments of the benign.

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The Fearless

There are few in this world,
We have a strength untold.
Not like you would think,
But hidden that shows on the brink.

We see the world through somber eyes,
Our eyes on the maze not the prize.
We seek a truth in the abyss,
Even though we can seem amiss.

Nothing is beyond us,
Nothing is below us.
Here, we are the fearless.

We look beyond the dark,
To light a path and leave the mark.
We follow our heart,
Here, we stand apart.

We stand alone in the flow,
For we must move slow.
We break the waves,
So others can move with grace.

Never easy for us,
Never open to us.
Here, we are the fearless.

We bleed and bruise as you,
Our lives can be thrown askew.
We stand forever strong,
Holding our pain as a lonely song.

We feel the fear and know it's hold,
Though we fight through it's cold.
We feel the broken scream of sadness,
Though we push past it's crippling blindness.

Always seeing past us,
Always flowing through us,
Here, we are the fearless.

We often feel more than those around us,
We need the love on one who stands among us,
Here we are the fearless.

A lonely path before us,
A broken path behind us,
Here, we are the fearless.

Always hoping,
Never expecting,
Always giving,
Never taking,
Always loving,
Never receiving.

We bear our hearts as a burden,
We never let it be seen we are so stricken,
Here, we are the fearless.

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Winding Paths

Flowing rivers of time,
Swirling and flowing ever onward.
Cold, clear waters move,
Yet few see their flow beyond the moment.

I look ahead and see the many currents and paths,
Though I see, I can't rationalize.
These rocks stand firm,
But I can't see a rock from anything to change my current.

I dream, I seek, I search.
The rationality of all my mind produces stands illusive.
Where my mind wonders, I search it's meaning.
Though I look, I rarely find.

I know there are things I see.
What look like rocks in the river.
Though seven I've seen,
Four stand clear and resonant.

Love and joy through a window behind.
A beautiful blue with an angel's eyes.
A dark room but filled with light.
A smile never leaves to show that all is right.

What searches we make,
What paths we take,
We look ahead and see possibilities.
We look behind and see the choices.

The river is long,
The river is wide,
Like the river's currents,
There are paths we must take.

Never one the same,
Never one perfect.
I can see the dreams like memories,
But not yet achieved.

Where I have looked,
I have not found my truth.
The perfect joy I so long for.
But that is the curse of my search

Theres a path that lies paved in an endless wood.
No matter where I turn and where I go I always come back to where I once stood.
No matter what I do there is only one thing that matters to me.
That I will one day walk along that path for there lies all I see.

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The Wonderer

In the middle of a spaceless field,
Lies the stone of a faceless man.
His victories untold,
His story never to unfold.
Forgotten men in a forgotten field.
"Here lies those forgotten souls."

In the middle of a spaceless field,
Lies a branchless tree.
A lost trunk to a once mighty wood.
No wind to sway it,
No dreamer to admire it.
Broken bark and a carved mark.
"Here lies the broken joy."

A wonderer wonders through a spaceless field,
Never thoughts to wonder,
Never souls to ponder,
Only a sight to plunder.
A wonderer stops to see,
The forgotten things to be.
"Here lies a plundered hope."

What was forgotten, the wonderer found.
What was broken, the wonderer mourned.
What was plundered the wonderer replaced.

A silent soul to see,
Forgotten by all, save for he.
The secrets of a spaceless field,
Lie held within the wonderer traveled by.
"Here lies the secrets of the lost.
A silent passage for the good of all,
Held by one but lost by all."

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In the Middle

A glimmer of light in the cavernous dark,
Shines all the brighter there.
A shine of hope in pits of despair,
Lifts you all the higher there.
But here in the middle,
Each moment mundane,
We must always give a little,
To the fear and pain.

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Life Asunder

And today I see the world for what it is
A blinding light to stop all from looking in.
I never thought I'd hear the words come from you
A bitter thought, a dying shot, a new beginning.

But here I stand alone and wonder
Why I seek the end of plunder
I don't care for all I hide
Here in my deepest darkening side

Where I stand is all that I have
A broken home and life to see
Nothing wins when we don't try
No one fails when we try to not die

Breaking down I see
The bitter parts of me..

But here I stand alone and wonder
Why I seek the end of plunder
I don't care for all I hide.
Here in my deepest darkening side

Truth hides from those who're blinded
A blinding hope for those who seek
A ripping tide I stand and wonder
Why we all live life asunder

But here I stand alone and wonder
Why I seek the end of plunder
I don't care for all I hide.
Here in my deepest darkening side

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The Heart of a Star

Dare to breathe
In the moment we've been decieved.

Lost in the moment
Of a dream taken flight.

All hopes and dreams
Funnel through with an expert clarity,
Never once did I lie
Never once did I decieve.

A leap of faith is needed,
Some hope within must be seeded
Chances must be taken
Futures must awaken.

All for the grace of a fallen star
Always have I known what you are.
Not mine to take
Not mine to remake

Take what fate has taught you
Use what fate has brought you,
Together, time will never move far
When you posses the heart of a fallen star.

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An Endless Sea

There is a moment in each and every life
Where we face an endless sea of strife
We face our demons to make amends
Though we seek our retribution amongst fruitless ends

This sea within we see our lives
Never wavers in the world's endless tides
What pains we face are ours to bear
What joys we create become the world's to share

To face this sea alone takes enormous strength
For the sea sloths about us as a haunting wraith
To some this strength is what one greatly desires
For me that strength only brings kings to their pyres

A life with no desire to share the ship
Is a life that would hardly be worth taking the trip

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The Three Fates

One Fate writes your life
One Fate writes your death
One Fate writes your love
To which will you give your respects?

The Fate of Life is a wise widow
Knowledge of the ages, she holds
With your respect she writes,
A life with success in all your goals

The Fate of Death is an ugly crone
The time and manner of death she will write
With your respect she creates,
Merciful passing and long life

The Fate of Love, a beautiful maiden
The lover's quarrels and names she knows
With your respect she gives,
Lasting affection and true love as gifts

To which Fate will you show,
The respect which everyone holds
A life with success
A death distant and quick
Or a love lasting and true?

The choice is yours
Decide wisely and true
You only have one gift
The one Fate you choose

[WatchfulEyeTheButterfly]

Your poems are amazing, you have talent beyond compare. Three fates is my favorite out of these. It seriously makes you think about life and how you live it. I'd end up honoring the maiden of love.