Posts Tagged ‘Reflection’

When you’re not around,
When you’re nowhere near,
When I can’t hear your voices sound,
This is when I know true fear.

When I can’t seem to find you,
When you’ve gone far away,
I don’t know what to do,
It seems I’ve lost my way.

Without you here inside our home,
I’m always looking for something new,
I have to keep myself busy,
Or I get lost thinking of you.

At night I wake up in fear.
In my dream I see you with another,
This is when I need you here,
To tell me there is no other.

If I could have my way,
You would be all of my time,
Not this patchwork of my day,
Like breezed clothes touching on the line.

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

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.

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.

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.