Scavenger Hunt

Pain's strategy in each cautious measure,

 skilled players in the art of probable war;

  You drew the board as I set the pieces,

   lonely; scavenger hearts seeking something more ~

We excavated ruins of what once had been,

 digging up skeletons,  ghosts absorbing space;

  Burning forests occupying our past innocence,

   wanting souls grounded in the same wretched place ~

Forged in dark elements,

 comforted in familiar games,

  born to run in divergent directions,

   we scatter on voiceless paths of retreat;

 Leading quiet masquerade dances around each other,

   Ego's deception chopping at our one heartbeat ~

One day will we sacrifice our position in this rotten game?

 choking our deafening cries of mercy?

  banishing our sad songs into an abyss all alone?

As endless days waste into graves hunting our presence,

 will we salvage love remedying our scavenger hearts?

  or will love fester; a cesspool of our unknown?

                                  ©2014 Sandy Somewhere
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An accompanying musical composition

"Totentanz: Dance of the Dead"

by Franz Liszt

  or will love fester; a cesspool of our unknown?

Push

 Born to 

  persona’s

   deceitful   

    mask

  Dampened

     by

    other’s

   expectations

  Our 

   fearfully 

  lit    fuses 

   scarcely        

    spark 

      Trapped

         in 

       mirrors  

      of one 

      another  

      Would  

     our hearts

       ignite 

         in 

      this moment 

       Knowing 

     no tomorrow?

Adaptation

Skyless

  Void

    Depleting

       Life borne

           Air

        Merging 

          into 

          One

yourearthmyuniverse

        Dying

   Into the Ocean   ~ Born Again ~  To  Survive

Sorrow's Anchor

The dawn trumpets vows of hallowed tomorrows,

The sun torments, conflicting mortals of the night;

Damning dreams forever separated by fear's darkness,

Their heart's one shadow dissolved in mourning's light ~

She breathed distance in the intrepid ocean air,

The wind extinguishing a beacon in distress;

Her soul's essence tethered to the rocky shore,

On higher ground, he stood forever motionless ~

His tears falling in the black ocean's mist,

Obscuring a window, weathering the storm;

Blinding his view, hopeless to watch over her,

Hearts forfeit to sorrow's anchor eternally born.

Invisible Presence

Damp

          chill 
                of the
          morning’s dew 
                 runs
              through me 
Leaves
           dampened 
                           slipping
                                 
                     beneath  
                                     my feet
Falling

          deeply

                 into a
                              ravine
Feebly

            calling

                  out
                     

                          for you
The wind’s
             invisible
                     presence
                         Answers me
       You Are 
          Not
        There

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Post Note: An imaginary troll under a bridge inspired this poem. The above photo's were captured while on my hike this morning. I hope you enjoy the poem ☺