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HORIZON

Hold your breath for this journey...
    We are two stars burning through the endlessness of space. Two celestial
bodies blazing, consumed by an instinctual pursuit.
Flowing at the speed of light, leaving no regrets. Like wolves driven to
the pack.
     Our lust for life's continuance leaves a wake of charred worlds,
illuminating a path few dare follow. Orbits hold us only for moments when
desire to belong, to touch, to feel and to taste the essence of unadulterated
love overwhelms us.

Hold it, hold your breath a little longer...
     These two beings revolve until they periodically collide for the sheer thrill
of something that is unknown by our conscious minds. The deepest embodiment of
the eternal yearning that drives our existence. A longing to fulfill the quest,
the destiny. It is the climax of a tranquility found in completion. A moment
when we can exhale and breathe in.

Feel the burn, hold the breath...
      Hold your breth until you fill as if your lungs threaten to implode. That is
until you emulate love's desire to live.
      Picture the blazing sun, setting just above the ocean. See, the reflection
and silhouette begin to nuzzle like two love birds in a tree. It's there, in
that very moment, as the two become one, where the sun seems as though it will
set the ocean ablaze, or that the sea will extinguish the sun, casting us into
eternal darkness, that you truly begin to know, that you truly begin to feel,
that you truly become .......LOVE.

Now, breathe out. Yes, gasp for air and realize what lies before you is the
HORIZON OF LOVE.

Copyright 2005
By: Rocky L. Thomas-Miller
All rights reserved. This poem, or parts thereof, may not be reproduced in any
form without permission.

FAILURE

It has been said, "keep hope, believe & hold on to your
faith.
yet, all that I am, & all that I see, is what
is divesting me.
I rest as the sorrows of the unforgiven.
It's not like I do not long for serenity.
It's not as if I do not hope for a better day.
It is just that these things exist in moments
that are always fleeting.
These people, places and emotions never stay.
I have learned not to trust in forever, at least,
That is what I say.
I'm like a clown, smiling, but inwardly I'm
pieces of frowns.
Comparison, Jig Saw Puzzle; I'm torn all apart.
So many pieces, where could I possibly start?
I try to pick myself up off the floor, just to
find myself missing some more.
Have you ever seen a man stripped of his dignity?
Well, welcome to the show!
A man who's spirit has been crushed until love
no longer fits in me.
Where every day is a constant reminder
of failure.
Wake to Failure each dawn,
Haunts your dreams at night.
Failure underneath your knees when you pray.
Feeling no escape, & just so tired hardly aware
of why you try.
Maybe it is God, it seems the only explanation.
I know this man & His lack of fulfilled goals
It is the torment of my soul.
It is like "ashes, ashes...." Just a matter
of time before we all fall down.

Perhaps, I am a man of exceptional moods...at
times I suffer from the strangest sense of
detachment from myself & the world about me,
I seem to watch it all from the outside.
___ H.G. Wells

Copyright 2005
By: Rocky L. Thomas-Miller
All rights reserved. This poem, or parts thereof, may not be reproduced in any
form without permission.

GET FREE

I tried so hard to keep it in,
I tried so hard to hold back the realization
   of this sin.
The descriptiveness that had become my pain,
slowly eroded away the parts of me that
    were sane.
I tried, until I fell to bent knees.
Until I put hands upon my head & wailed to a
    skyless scene.
Cried so hard I lost control,
Screamed aloud, "someone help me, I'm losing my soul!"
Never imagined I could cause such pain.
I thought someone heard me, the the answers
   never came.
I ran so fast thinking I could miss this,
That somehow I'd leap over my anger filled abyss.
That gorge between my life & where I truly
    exist.
The true reality, revealing my true morality.
Like pressure in a plugged fountain or
like a snowball down the side of a mountain.
I couldn't see it coming upon myself,
    Nor did I concern for anyone else.
What could I care, I was already numb,
Like self -sabotage in some clandestined
    obligation.

Laying in my tomb of perpetual suffocation,
I heard screams, screams from my Mothers,
Screams from my sisters, screams from my brothers.
Screams that tore at me violently,
Silently, outside of me.
I tried to pay no mind,
Accepting the cold death I had sought to find.
Screams filled the spaces long been empty,
Screams of people I would someday meet;
"Daddy please!", Honey Please!" said unborn
relations with ghastly pleas. "Try?" they said
"Try For Me!"

Slowly, warmth returned to coagulated veins,
Reviving with devastating pangs.
Then I heard the one voice that mattered, it was
mine, it spoke a longing for the recompense of
crime.
Given to a though of foreign reality,
But, in my coffin I remained paralyzed by atacity.
Wanting ever to quit,
But the evolution in me would not relent.
Slowly fear gave way,
Like a midnight call I was given a stay.
So I wiggled to the surface
Fighting inside lies of being worthless.

I needed more than this, more of a repose.
It was then I knew, I had to be completely free,
There I remain broken & striving, slowly
mending, every fiber of my will bending
So, if you see me in my seat, wiggling my
being,
Just know, I'm in the midst of a try that is freeing.