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I heard you cry out the other day,
But when I knocked no one was home,
I called a few times, sent a letter,
And checked for a key under the stone.

I know you’re somewhere near,
Occasionally I hear you shout,
But there’s only static coming in,
When I ask what it’s about.

It seems there’s something chasing you,
That you’ve set upon yourself,
It keeps you running away from me,
And your dreams of love and wealth.

So I’ll just sit here on your porch,
Passing time and sipping tea,
Waiting for you to quit running,
And come back home to me.

I’ve brought you all you’ve asked for,
Just like I said I would.
So why’d you wander off to find it,
Instead of believing that I could?

Oh, please do understand,
You’ve neither offended nor trespassed,
You see I like this summer breeze,
And I’ve no bus or train to catch.

I just wanted to let you know,
I’ll be here when you’re ready,
Keeping the home front safe,
And the fire burning steady.

                                      – Life

The Path to Within

Posted: 7th June 2011 by Timothy A. Rhoades in Thought Provoking
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I took some time to walk around this life of mine,
Wondering what it might be like beyond that soft and peaceful light,
From the stories told of a dark tunnel long and cold,
That leads to this light beyond this life,
Where love and happiness hold.

“There must be another way” to myself I say,
Then a ticket from death upon our last breath,
To board the train to that utopian plane,
Claiming early our seat in our hearts defeat,
Lost in the mundane without the strength in life to remain.

To taste of the bliss from eternal summers kiss,
To feel the joy existing beyond realities decoy,
While breathing in this place; in only this time, in only this space,
Present in the now yet so much more somehow,
Aware of what may come without pressure from Fate to succumb.

Free to choose a path without fear of Destiny’s wrath,
That leads to that light while still remaining in my life,
To allow the love within to match the love found in my vision,
Of what it might be like beyond that soft and peaceful light,
Where I’ll connect once again to lost loved ones and friends.

A quote from my youth seems to speak to this truth,
Of a way to feel the peace and from the stress of this life release,
A way to find that light and provide my life an overdue rewrite,
To match the me hidden inside; that one that from life seems to hide,
This quote from an ancient Greek, if studied will provide the way that I seek:

Know Thyself.

A Jester in the Court

Posted: 15th February 2011 by Timothy A. Rhoades in Featured, Thought Provoking
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A Tonka truck and a sand box,
Are all that is needed by the little boy.
A doll house and a tiara,
Are the little girls pride and joy.

But what of the adult,
Who has let their imagination stale,
Never taking that big leap,
Because of the fear they may fail.

To them the world is dark,
And fate is just a cold shoulder,
The sweet taste of love and success,
By the day grow colder and colder.

They do not dare to dream,
Nor aspire to be something more,
They do not look forward to tomorrow,
For they fear what may be in store.

But they are not lost to us,
These poor and lonely souls.
They only need our helping hands,
To begin to fill their empty holes.

As they stand against the crowd,
They need some love and support.
Because an adult that plays in their mind,
Is treated like a jester in their court.

That Night

Posted: 11th March 2010 by Timothy A. Rhoades in Thought Provoking

He had it all,
One man said,
He could have been anything,
But now he’s dead.

Billy was a good kid,
Never one to pick a fight,
But just because he had some money,
That all changed in one night.

Billy never drank at parties,
But he did stay out late,
But someone like Billy,
Didn’t deserve this fate.

On kid said that deadly night,
I bet that kids got some cash,
Lets’ jump him for his money,
Beat him then take his stash.

So Billy left the party,
And headed for his car,
When three bad boys,
Made Billy see some stars.

Billy tuned right into the knife,
The kid dropped the blade,
They took Billy’s money,
And there on the sidewalk poor Billy laid.

Billy was a good kid,
Never did anything wrong,
But just because some kids were broke,
Billy’s lost his living song.

Trait of Atlas

Posted: 11th March 2010 by Timothy A. Rhoades in Thought Provoking

Standing by himself,
Holding another world,
Disregarding his needs,
His love now curled.

Standing all alone,
Inside his solemn fate,
Emotions well hidden,
No power left to hate.

Upon his weary shoulders,
The happy feet tread,
All completely unaware,
Of his impending dread.

Supporting all the weight,
Upon his solid blades,
Lonely in his world,
For an uncountable age.

He whispers to the darkness,
That lingers in this place,
Cradled in the silence,
Now devoured by this space.

The trait learned from him,
Is not his strength untold,
But something so much deeper,
Is the patience he has to hold.

A Little Ones Dreams

Posted: 31st July 2009 by Timothy A. Rhoades in Thought Provoking

Asleep in his bed,
The young boy flies,
As dreams fill his little head,
His imagination on the rise.

He’ll go places,
That no ones every seen,
And he’ll fly with aces,
Where no ones ever been.

In this world of dream,
There are no pointless bounds,
Here it is as it does seem,
Here reality does not hound.

A place of peace,
A place of pure fun,
Where the laughter doesn’t cease,
And neither does the sun.

Universes without number,
Inside this little ones head,
Come alive in his slumber,
Tucked safely in his bed.

In The End

Posted: 30th June 2009 by Timothy A. Rhoades in Thought Provoking

Is time still passing?
I’ve lost count of the days.
I’m tiring of this life,
And the simple games it plays.

So how are you doing?
It’s been awhile since we talked.
Did you forget about me,
On this path that you walked.

I heard your doing well,
That you followed your dreams.
Life has handed you your silver spoon,
Or at least that is how it seems.

But what about your heart?
Did it fall in love again?
Or do you run away from love,
And play games with your men?

Do you remember what we had?
Does it ever cross your mind?
Do you miss the past?
Or do you look back blind?

I know your heart once loved me,
But that time faded away,
While you were out finding life,
I tripped and lost my way.

It’s good to here from you,
But isn’t it ironic my dear…
That the path that took you away,
In the end led you right back here?

House of the Mime

Posted: 30th June 2009 by Timothy A. Rhoades in Thought Provoking

I sit here and I wonder,
What your doing now?
I tried to call you yesterday,
Expecting you to answer some how.

The hallway seems a little darker now,
Without your glow inside our home.
When I close my eyes at night,
I loose myself in that grey stone.

Your name left lingering,
Haunting my thoughts and mind.
Trying to remember the happier times,
Leaving the bad far behind.

I talked to your family today,
I had to watch your brother cry.
You left us here wondering,
Why, why it was you who had to die?

I don’t sleep in our bed anymore,
The couch is where I spend my time.
The quiet sound of a heart break,
Can be heard in this house of the mime.

The Roads That Don’t Lead Back

Posted: 30th June 2009 by Timothy A. Rhoades in Thought Provoking

The path life leads us down,
Is not always what we’d choose.
We’ve no real foresight to guide us,
No knowledge of what we’ll loose. 

But we wonder on blindly,
Down this winding, weary path.
Learning along the way,
How to cry and how to laugh. 

And when a crossroads come,
There’s only one way we can go.
We can not take them both,
Forward is Time’s only flow. 

Sometimes the path we choose,
Can’t be taken by our friend.
So we pray that this meeting,
Is not the last before the end. 

Often times the path turns round,
And we seem them once again.
But when the roads don’t lead back,
Forever we’ll miss our friend.

Common Ground

Posted: 30th June 2009 by Timothy A. Rhoades in Thought Provoking
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Sitting in my life,
And looking through these eyes,
I try to understand,
Just what is truth and what is lies.

But this question is hard to phrase,
Since the line seems to be,
Based mostly in perception,
And the opinion of what we see.

Can there be a single truth,
To who or what I am?
Is there more to living,
Then simply knowing that I can?

The teachers of the past,
Have tried to guide us as they could,
Very few lessons though,
The test of time withstood.

They come to us in fragments,
Here and there along our path,
Some based only in feelings,
Others in science and math.

And so we choose our side,
Although we may not know,
And begin to lead our lives,
Based in our decisions flow.

Yet we can go against this flow,
As the world and we have seen,
And choose to question in ourselves,
Our very visions and our dreams.

Could there be more out there,
Than even we can perceive,
A bridge between faith and reason,
That gives us a commonality to believe.

A realization that each of us,
Asks the same questions of why,
A common ground to start from,
As we stare beyond the sky.

Between Fire and Ice

Posted: 30th June 2009 by Timothy A. Rhoades in Thought Provoking

A soul separated from itself,
A burning, freezing feeling,
Which one to choose,
The body’s breath stealing,
The life from inside,
The fire let loose,
While the cold ice hides,
Red to the touch,
But colder then frost,
This icy fire,
Which within my soul is lost,
Choosing one apart,
Loosing the others last breath,
A journey my soul must start,
To come to the end,
Only half way decided,
Between Fire and Ice.