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Is there another place where he still smiles? Can I touch him again through a bend in time Where this reality has changed and life goes on? Metaphysical nonsense creates heaven's Golem A shambling crippled comfort to my sorrowing |
My hidden voices speak no more No past life can help me now Stunned and mute they keep vigil As I weep alone foresaken Now I keep my quiet sorrows With bitterly learned new skills Stored away for my future lives In safekeeping for their need | 
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It is said that a mirror image of an arm Will banish the sense of a missing limb The mind will compensate with the view Of an amputated figure made whole again
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There are no wishes for false solace...but What realistic comfort CAN be found? Quietly denying pledges for life hereafter...but Wondering where hide the promises of today Simplistic answers remain forsworn...but Ancient questions still rip my heart My pain and grief remain unslaked...but
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A Tsunami of grief has come and gone I am still standing Waves of mourning try to push me down I am still standing An ocean of memories beckons me forward I am still standing The placid sea invites me to swim in sweet sorrow I am still standing An undertow of false comfort beckons me in I am still standing Should I dare the hidden riptides of painful regrets I would certainly drown |
The Universe is ever growing and dying Creation continues in the stars Our atoms are recycled into new life We are part of everything in the World
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Every life that is lost Every spirit that has gone Every soul that transmutes Is part of my existance We are alone in the Universe Yet connected to each other I mourn the loss of part of me And all who now are with him Together in the fabric of time |
