Posts Tagged ‘All or Nothing’

Internal Compassion

Posted: 15th March 2012 by Timothy A. Rhoades in Inspirational Poems
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A summer storm rolls overhead,
As I sit here lost inside my head,
Dreaming of the future and reliving the past,
Analyzing the days of a life gone by too fast,
Drifting further from my waking state,
Entertaining thoughts of time and fate,
Wondering what it means to be real,
Here with my eyes closed do I exist still?
Did the world I know just disappear?
Lost in potentiality while I linger here?
Time gives a shudder and breaks itself free,
Floating all around me I lost track of where it should be,
As I drift even further along on this quest,
I gain perspective on the lessons and their tests,
The failure and pain that used to tease and taunt,
Have been seen as they are and lost their power to haunt,
The light of the blessings from each and every one,
Begins to grow and warm like the perfect noonday sun,
The faces and grudges of my long held contempt,
Drift toward forgiveness, no longer holding me subservient,
Deeper still I fly into this loving void,
Swimming through the teachings of Jung, Proctor and Freud,
The bliss and oneness here I cannot truly take in,
For it is bigger than this identity I hold within,
Just as I start to bow before its grace,
The tendrils of compassion reach out and lift my face,
A voice in my head asks me why I would bow to what I see,
Opening my eyes to the love of God I found I was looking back at me.


Posted: 11th March 2010 by Timothy A. Rhoades in Love Poems
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The spring time in flowers,
The winter in snow,
This comfortable feeling,
Of something constant I know.

The summer sun will shine,
In autumn the leaves will fall,
Searching for something true,
While through these seasons I crawl.

I know that clouds will come,
And some will sprinkle rain,
But there’s no way for me to know,
Which day will end this pain…

I know that snow will cover the ground,
And soon after melt away,
Still I’m left wondering,
Whether or not you’ll stay.

I know that someone’s watching,
From the clouds high above,
Yet I’m filled with a doubt,
Whether they really gave us love.

Empty Tears

Posted: 11th March 2010 by Timothy A. Rhoades in Love Poems
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They hit my pillow at night,
With a hollow empty sound.
The only thing left in my heart,
Is this emptiness I’ve found.

No more laughter is left,
No more joy to fill my world,
Laying quietly in my lonely bed,
Against your old pillow curled.

Rereading all of the letters,
Of once happier times spent,
My views of Happily Ever After,
Now broken, distorted, and bent.

Although I face the world,
Surrounded by broken mirrors,
I walk on thinking of you,
Followed by the stains of empty tears.

My Own House of Mirrors

Posted: 11th March 2010 by Timothy A. Rhoades in Featured, Love Poems
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A reflection stairs back at me,
With lightly happy younger eyes.
A glimpse into a past of mine,
Before the sound of empty cries.

I turn back to my journey,
Stumbling through this maze of time.
Feeling a deep heaviness in my soul,
With this guilt of an unknown crime.

Flashes of emotions on my left and right,
Quietly telling me the stories of my life.
Guiding me over the hills I’ve lived,
Not loosing sight of a forgotten strife.

A vision of a blue house,
That enveloped all my dreams of youth.
Seeing the lessons I learned there,
Missing some unspoken truth.

More scenes come to view and fade,
As my feet follow a single road.
The pictures seem to guide me onward,
Following directions I was never told.

Walking down these never ending halls,
These endless rows of restless reflections.
I’m left with a haunting tainted vision,
With no one to hear my silent objections.

Blindly following the sound of my feet,
Masked with a smile and cradled in tears.
I’ll wonder on alone in my halls,
In this, my own house of mirrors.