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Footprints In The Fog
Category: TG, Stuck, Mistaken Identity
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Within The Fog Of The Mind Lies Your Passions...
Sometimes our lives feel as if we are simply adrift in an endless expanse with no sense of direction. Other times events may happen to lead us onto a certain clearer path. However somewhere in the middle we may find ourselves guided in such a way that we leave behind an impresssion that may influence others to follow as you take them through the fog....

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Trails In The Mist

The whirlwind that is our souls
Carries us along on a journey
Traveling a beyond what we know
Into the realm of dreams and reality

The trail before us is paved
Trod upon many times
Following many that have gone before
Some never to return again

The life that you see before you is dark
Yet you seek the light
Blinding us one minute
Sometimes easily seen

Never go off into the woods
For you may be lost forever
Eternity will wait
However long for you to come back
And start the journey anew

                  Beverly Colleen   © 2006



Cry Little One

Cry little one
Lying there in the dark.
Cry for the loss of your heart
Bleeding out into the pool
In which you kneel upon.

Cry little one
your life appears a lark.
Cry into the turid tempest
Upon which your mind is tossed.
Forever lost in the maelstrom.

Cry little one
For that which is dark.
Let the tears fall
Searing the skin upon which they land.
Icy hot needles that pierce your soul.

Cry little one
Lying in your coffin of pain.
The fear exposing your soul
Devouring your mind
Shriveling your heart
Until the husk that is your life
Lays ashes to feed the worms that devour eternity.

                  Beverly Colleen   © 2006



Life Is...

Life is a gem.
It is a gem of precious light.
It is a light of great beauty and brilliance.
It shines with the brilliance of many, many facets.

Life is a newborn in its mother's arms.
It is a feeling of great security and comfort.
It is a comfort of warmth and love.
It is a love that can not be surpassed.

Life is a spring morning.
It is the dew that glistens.
It is a fragrant breeze.
It is the nature that surrounds us.

Life is where your home is.
It is the feeling of contentment and peace.
It is family and friends.
It is the ones with whom you share your soul.

Life surrounds you and protects you.
It is the places you have been.
It is the people you have met.
It is the time that you share.

You who read this are a part of my life.
It is a life, which I now share with you.
Thank you for sharing a small part of yours with me.

            Beverly



Meadow

Clouds float in a tranquil mist.
Owls perch in a wise stupor.
Insects hum in musical harmony.
Forest animals scamper in the morning dew.

Life is but a tranquility born of Freedom,
The Freedom to enjoy the happiness of Eternity...

            Beverly



Everchanging

From flowing watercolors comes thy painting, which is everchanging,
Just as the woven threads that make up thy Life are
Intertwined with the strings that are stretched as a web across the
Endless expanse that makes up the Ether of Eternity...

            Beverly



Nature's Fury

As Nature's fury approaches,
Life and Death hang in the balance
Of the pendulum that is honed from birth
To the fine line that is Death.

Hell's blind fury,
Bound into a compact cone,
Spinning fate from a watery skein,
Exacting the ultimate price...

Rising winds of Destiny
Blow furious and free,
Toppling giants of evolution
To be forever fallen among the ashes of Time.

Time flows ever forward,
As does the waters of Fate,
Never to subside, always to reach
Toward the destructive Armageddon...

            Beverly



Demon Spawn

Demon Child.
Innocent and Pure.
Light of Hair and Blue of Eye.
Fair of Skin and Bright of Smile.
Keen of Mind and Quick of Movement.
Lurker Behind the Mirror.

Seek Them in the Depths.
For They Hide in the Shadows.
Never True. Always Hidden.
Gaze Not into Their Eyes.
For Your Soul Will No Longer Be.

Demon Spawn.
Hell's Child.
Betrayer of the Light.
Lurker of the Dark.
Soulless Vessel.

            Beverly



The Threads Of Life
The threads of Life intertwine.
Always flowing onward, never slow.

The threads of Hope cling like vines.
Never ending, always close.

The threads of Happiness abound.
Always straight, never knotted.

The threads of Fate converge and meet.
Never for long, always tight.

The threads of Death closely bound.
Always knotted, never few.

The Threads that govern our existence reach out and grab us,
Pulling us all close Together for but a brief time,
To spring apart in Sorrow and Loss, maybe never to meet again.

            Beverly



Maelstrom
Life flows onward, never ceasing, never ending.
Angels cry, floating through the darkside of Hell.
A Maelstrom approaches, churning it's angry tides.

Tides not unlike those that permeate Time.
Rising and ebbing in an endless dance of Life and Death.
Wailing cries rise up through the sands.

The sands that sink the unwary.
The sands that disappear as the storm draws near.
The grains in the sands that mark our Lives.

            Beverly