"The Last Poem" Series

Death of Light

Ray Linder — Tue, 21 Aug 2007 07:53:09 GMT

Within the light and the brightest heart
Death awaits with open arms, its kind love,
its forever memories, and its fear within - to some.

Softest, feathered, and fragile
With moods of content and smile.

We live in dual worlds of infinite
Where the light and dark play together,
to know one another - as lovers do.

Though with destiny or choice,
its passion for one weighs the other
and in silent and for most - without thought.

It's by death and death itself,
brings life - the light...

"The Last Poem" Series

Ray Linder — Thu, 07 Dec 2006 20:18:00 GMT

I've decided to create a series of poems called "The Last Poem". Maybe someday I'll publish a book of poems with the same name. Either way, it's where you'll get a first-at-hand poems written directly to this blog. No pre-written, scripted, copied, or scanned poetry. Just direct blogging. So enjoy the new series. May last for as long as this blog exists and I breathe the air.

The Last Poem: Make-Believe

Ray Linder — Wed, 06 Dec 2006 18:47:00 GMT

To know no one of yourself, the womb that created you.
Not to understand it's purpose, or any pleasurable emotion.
But know the one thing - knowledge of your existence, Why?

I look further around me, un-blinded by ones who are fortunate.

I once knew a life with love, compassion - family...
Has it come to past? Have I opened my eyes too far?

Am I just "make-believe"?

It's an ever-continuing struggle.
These mental thoughts that shred most men apart.

I look ahead and see great empires of Life's meaning.
It keeps me awake in the morning.

But our friend, our enemy at times, the Past.

Have I opened my eyes too far?
Reality catches you by the ankles, scares the hell out of you most times.
You move on, stuffing pain's best friend in a steel box.
You worship the future, hoping a better life there.

Then you realize, I'm alone...

- Now, Am I just make-believe?

- A Ray Linder Poem