Poem #31: "trigger"

"trigger"

calm

deep breath

worlds fly by when
words are choked
calm

deep breath

when heart is still, but
mind is overcome
seduced

deep breath

by repetition
serene
calm

deep, breathless

when mind is still, but
heart is overcome
deep

breathless

over-anxiety
mind and heart are
numb

the body, a shell

breathless
hyperventilating
calm

deep breath

words fly by when
worlds are clashing
numb

rhythmic, breathless

my mind
in need of release
calm

the trigger
overcomes me
silent
relentless
fading, distant
calm

(c) TheLegendaryDreamer

Written April 2013.

Poem #30: "Far Night"

"Far Night"

i hear the voice of the night sky
subtly calling my name
it beckons, it echoes, it echoes
a silent calling to my wounded spirit.

i look to the night sky
its voice echoes in my mind
it's screaming of sadness, echoing fear
though somehow it keeps me sane

its motherly rhythms
though hostile and sweet
cradle me, reassuring,
a cold embrace of fear

each star calls within me
a memory,
each comet
a troublesome trigger,
each galaxy
a deep-rooted longing
each breeze, a cold love
i belong

each wind echoes sadness
each tree translates to sounds,
"i am an archetype of mental projections
transient, ambient, but eternal

i have a subtle calling
that one day, will reach"
as it speaks without words
to my wounded spirit.

"i'm your companion
all throughout time
i resonate through you always
without words, without rhyme."

the distant night surrounds me,
an all-encroaching grasp,
the moist winds an echo of my tears
falling down to the ground

i surrender to this voice
of a cold and lonely love,
into my inner darkness
staring back at me.

through my mind's echoes
i belong.
through my heart's calling,
i am loved.

i hear the voice of my night sky
subtly calling my name
it beckons, it echoes, it echoes
a silent calling to my wounded spirit.

(c) TheLegendaryDreamer

Written April 2013.

Poem #29: "look into my heartbeat"

"look into my heartbeat"

i look into my heartbeat,
stare into the sound of moments
passing, moments passing
looking deeply to its rhythm, now,
i dance

as moments pass
i struggle to the rhythm
of my own erratic heartbeat,
stare into its changing
nature, sometimes frantic,
always graceful

i stare into its changing
wonder, somewhat constant,
always graceful,
in its light, i glimmer,
dance as it repeats,
repeats, repeats,
i dance, enraptured

its subtle changes
capture me, i see
every rhythm and beat
now, simply letting go
of every moment,
every time, caught up
in time, caught up
in times caught up
to me

i dance to my anxiety
to every simple beat,
and every moment
which took hold of me,
i let go, learn to let go, now,
i dance to my anxiety

its grasp
enraptures me
as still, i look into
my heartbeat
and i dance.

(c) TheLegendaryDreamer

Written March 2013.

Poem #28: "the scars of a turbulent trauma"

"the scars of a turbulent trauma"

every thing i feel and suppress
time seems to slow down. i regress -- 
i fly within reaches of my own insanity,
fall into place in my secluded dreamland, and
my heart goes numb, my grace now broken, my
light abruptly lost in triggered chaos
subdued by the scars of a turbulent trauma

every rhyme i spark, express, 
time resumes in its perfect flow
i soar, i rise, i remember -- i
heal the cracks in my fractured heart
i release, to let go, to set myself free, to
rise, to kindle my flame, to fly above my sorrows,
renewed from the scars of a turbulent trauma

every time i fall,
my light subdued,
every time i heal,
i rise renewed.

(c) TheLegendaryDreamer

Written March 2013.

Poem #27: "self-made nightmare"

"self-made nightmare"

i dream of myself, bearing that
perfect image of a wounded
beast, drowning in
mindless mental images
of itself, gazing, fearing
an impending death,
a candle flame, flickering,
about to go out.

i dream of myself, mending my
glass heart, shattered,
a broken flow of mental
sanity, wounded, wound and
bound, tangled within the
cold, entrenching embrace of my
own, war torn heart strings.

i dream of myself, mind bent by
greedy fears, an inner light that's
stolen, embezzled in motion, my words
hindered, meanings intangible, cloaked,
impossible to grasp within when
mind and heart are separated,
like music whose notes bear
nothing but abrupt
emptiness.

i dream of myself, shielded by
unloving forgiveness, deep,
forged, forgotten emotion
bound by all that is nothing,
my fearful understanding lost
to a simple limitation, a glorious
anxiety, searching for words
when none are available.

i dream of myself,
forging "self" out of
mind-heart disharmony,
mind-mind imbalance,
shining light from veiled darkness,
from two benevolent demons
in a simple mind, heart,
routine dissatisfaction-seeking
organism, birthed from a small
void of limited humility.

i dream of myself,
playing my own
war-torn heart strings
hoping to get a single harmonized
sound, out of a place filled
with broken, abrupt feelings,
before simply collapsing in,
like a candle flame, flickering,
about to go out.

(c) TheLegendaryDreamer

Written February 2013.

Poem #26: "fragment of cosmic breath"

"fragment of cosmic breath"

i, in silent wonders of cyclical calmness,

am learning to love and learning to give

a small piece of my mind away, in silent,

simple, subtle rhythms, a

fragment of memories relived, in pieces

of harmony, shattered by fear, a

cosmic leer of things unknown, in

breath of love, and love in breath

and every time i pass unseen

every cycle repeated, and broken, i

strive to heal, to feel and to see

i take my turn and stop. to free myself

is a step toward madness, the cycle unbroken, a

step to relieve pain from my words, which unspoken,

encroaching the stillness of my heart, release

death of love, and love through death

i am a simple fragment

of cosmic breath,

and every strive i take

is a step encroaching death.

(c) TheLegendaryDreamer

Written February 2013.

Poem #25: "Icarus"

"Icarus"

when i fly

i free my mind of chains

internal fire

to disconnect from mortal gains

when i fly

i seem to walk between

two worlds

the pain impossible, unseen

when i fly i seem

my awareness to dissolve

from this world, a disconnect

between mind and heart to absolve

to free

from unseen guilt

that blankets my soul,

like a thickened quilt

from unresolved

traumas, forgotten tears

that come up

to undissolved fears

to fix

my needed

disconnection

seeded

by darkness of a void

internal fire too intense

for me so i fly

away from the immense

heat - or cold, stare

of a world unsuspecting

that a soul is overcome

by darkness, and disconnecting

when i fly, my mind

is not of gratitude but lust

my plastic face may not express this, but

for me to escape, it's a must

that i find peace within when

my internal flame still burns

i fly because this way,

the world around me turns

into paradise - or so i think,

so when i fly into my place

i lust for loving peace

to shine into my heart-space

or i disconnect. i cannot handle

the pain, so when i fly

i look for love or a little

inside, i die.

(c) TheLegendaryDreamer

Written January 2013.

Poem #24: "You Are An Angel"

"You Are An Angel"

they say

you are an angel

you may not think it

but i've seen your

wings and how your love

radiates brightly from behind them

they say

that words are hurdles

but as if past traumas would just

never come alive again--

i've seen you stumble

on your own mental

punctuation

they say

"they've stolen your light"

like life and how it may leave soon

though i've seen your rugged body

but its age cannot erase the simply ageless

memory of your bright smile

i've seen you stumble

on your own mental

punctuation

but as you stumble you'd

always get up again, your eyes

releasing rivers of old words

suddenly oceans of past

traumas that welled up

the weight of two seas

suddenly gone, one for each

of your beautiful

eyes

they say

you are an angel

you may not think it

but i've seen how your perfect

love always outshines

all the pain and hurt you feel

i've seen you stumble

as your eyes

release oceans of old

words pent up --

your pain

would fall

as teardrops

down to the ground

below

if you feel the need

just spread your wings

and cry -- remember

the glistening leaves

down below

as they accept your love

will sprout

and grow

(c) TheLegendaryDreamer

Written December 2012.

Poem #23: "victim of clashing worlds"

"victim of clashing worlds"

the mentally insane archer

draws his weapon, his victim

in time

enveloped

by fear

the mentally insane archer

readies his aim,

his poison-tipped words

flying without measure

the mentally insane archer,

his breaths becoming frantic,

releases the arrow,

a spear of clashing worlds

then

worlds meet

victim's heart's pierced by

poison-tipped words,

killed without mercy by past

unresolved traumas, now

escapes the confines

of an unsuspecting

mind

where

thoughts were

once poison-tipped

words, uncontrollably

clashing worlds

raging in insanity

now

they

finally

claimed

their

victim

who now lays alone,

heart bleeding,

releasing, in solitude, as

the mentally insane archer silently

leaves, knowing

his

job

has

finally

been

done

(c) TheLegendaryDreamer

Written December 2012.

Poem #22: "i run"

"i run"

i run from my

mutual monster

i soon tire

it's futile to

battle

myself

i run

its gaze is

everywhere

i see it in

everything

and yet still

i run endlessly

its eyes

pierce me, as if

searching me, it

finds its home

to sleep

and still i

run

away

seeking

refuge

from my

mutual monster

(c) TheLegendaryDreamer

Written November 2012.

Poem #21: "Meltdown Mode"

This poem is about an autistic meltdown.

"Meltdown Mode"

clicking clicking clicking
repetitive sound
drowned fires, burning tornadoes
in my arm
clicking clicking clicking
see the beauty of the monarch butterflies
in my stomach.

ticking ticking ticking
as if time didn't realize
the sounds are screaming out
in silence
ticking ticking ticking
Mom, the clock is sad
I feel it in my collar-bone

ringing dinging dinging
the blobs of darkness animate at night
as if their voices, never heard,
wanted to connect with someone
THEIR age.
Mom, turn up the lights
the green and purple darknesses are blinding
the blobs are deafening
I need my light and sound

whirr whirr whirr
soft breeze on my face
click
the breeze stops, spinning blades materialize
but Mom
I'm crying out in pain
my autism is playing with me
the fan is relaxing and the darkness is blinding
I can't take it anymore

(c) TheLegendaryDreamer

Written September 2012.

Poem #20: "the lonely flower"

"the lonely flower"

plant a flower
let it grow
watch it sprout, then
you will know

what is life
and what is not?
see me grow
in my little spot

watch as i reach
up to the sky
and conjure up
the questions why

i sometimes wither
and long to fly

and i wonder

perhaps my heart is always 10 feet up
and at the same time, buried deep underground
perhaps that's why i'm always here,
but always lost and never found?

maybe when i reach up to the sky
i collect these tears, i drown in sorrow
and maybe that's why it always seems
like there's an uncertain tomorrow?

and some people say
don't you worry, forever is a place
but sometimes there's very little light
in my cold, dark heart-space

and the sun is sometimes warm...
but is that always the case?

and i wonder

people tell me, perhaps,
i'm like an angel with no wings
and maybe that is why
my small heart never sings?

but if so,
how am i always healing?
i love you
and your sorrows i'm always sealing

and when i say goodbye,
just remember how you're feeling -

plant a flower,
let it grow
watch it sprout, then
you will know

i am always there
for you
and i will always love
you too

(c) TheLegendaryDreamer

Written October 2012.

Poem #19: "I've Seen Your Sunlight"

"I've Seen Your Sunlight"

i've seen your sunlight.

though you say you can't handle

the hurt and sadness

you know that your dim candle

flame still burns. it's hot but

hold it close -- it won't burn you.

though it may seem like all is lost

at least you've always been true

to yourself.

so let your words bleed

freely from your scars

show the world your need

to blossom.

to let your life grow

on to a new chapter.

i'll have you know

i've seen your sunlight,

even if you can't hear this.

keep your heart open,

let it feel the soft kiss

of the fresh morning breeze.

i've seen your sunlight.

though you say you feel

one day everything might

just abruptly end, or

your glass heart would shatter,

your life wounds bleeding fourth, or

it just won't matter

or you won't be there,

or just not whole

'cause you miss a thousand pieces

of your fractured soul

that's fallen to the floor.

embrace your glass heart's sunrise.

remember your true colours,

show the world that you will rise

to the challenge

of feeling --

let them know

that you are healing.

let your sunlight

shine with confidence

so no matter

through what incidence

happens to break you,

you'll still be there

and if pain or death overcomes

you'll still be felt within the air.

release your demons to the morning sunrise

and let your candle light shine into the world,

open your jaded heart-void and realize

your seeded flower has unfurled,

now gently kindle your candle flame,

release its sunlight too,

let the past burn down in flames

and love return to you.

i've seen your sunlight

i've seen you fly

i've seen you stumble and

i've seen you want to die.

i've seen your glass heart shatter

to a million pieces in your soul.

i've seen you crying out

"i've just never felt whole!

i've had too much of this

now there's nothing here but pain

i want it all to end now

before i go insane!

this world is just too much for me,

these words too hard to bear!

they just want to kill my flame

as if i wasn't there."

through your troubles

you will grow, so

let your pain free --

if it still burns, you will know

you're still alive.

i've seen your sunlight.

don't leave us all now,

things won't be so bright.

(c) TheLegendaryDreamer

Written January 2013.

Poem #18: "An Ocean of Change"

"An Ocean of Change"

Change
May devastate
And engage
The gears
For turmoil
Through rhythm
And motion.

Newly accustomed
With me
We dance
With passion
Routinely
Through darkness,
Enraptured,
A motion of change.

Befriending
With torture
And fear
And regret,
Unsettled the scenes
For which I'm not set.
I regress
To my dreamworld,
An ocean of change.

These cycles,
Their rhythms,
Programs of old,
Foundations
Are shaken,
No longer sold.
Old rhythms are broken,
Old dances -- renewed,
All traces -- forgotten,
To brighten the mood.

Change
May devastate
But in its power,
It will engage
The hearts
Of many
For refreshment,
A motion, a notion,
An ocean of change.

(c) TheLegendaryDreamer

Written October 2012.

Poem #17: "our language is sacred"

This poem explains my views about autism.

"our language is sacred"

to those who don't understand

we live in a world of sound

our thoughts merge deeply

with the rhythms of nature

unbound

to those who don't understand

our sounds and our rhythms,

our thoughts become rhymes

and our language is sacred

defined

to those who don't understand

we may get angry, yes, we may cry

but what else can we do, when

we walk among sharp fragments of our

memories?

and what should we do

to conform to your standards?

or why, even,

when we grasp the transparent

subtleties of our own bleeding hearts,

should we try to speak a foreign mind?

to those who don't understand, just

look and find

you say your words,

clashing in self-isolation

the sounds become an empty shell

from an unknown source

and meaning has fallen out,

lifeless from an awkward

rhythm

we walk through life with diamond shoes,

our glass hearts balanced by

strings of interwoven sounds

kept together through loving

expression

to those who don't understand

we live in different worlds

our eyes are windows to our world

and lenses to yours

maybe you can see it

through our eyes

our transparent systematic emotions

or the immense barrier between

our hearts and minds

our language is sacred

when sounds are woven

carefully into colours,

colours into words,

then sentences and worlds

we speak no isolation,

we form no violence

but we are fragile

when even our own

memories cut so deeply

glass hearts

shattered, diamond shoes

unfitting and awkward

we cry out in our own language

to be safe

our language is sacred

and we are safe within its bounds

(c) TheLegendaryDreamer

Written May 2013.

Poem #16: "Words Can Never Capture"

"Words Can Never Capture"

Define "sunset".
You might say that as the sun slowly hovers down,
it kisses the earth, like an ailing mother
about to pass away
shining golden words of hopeless beauty
bent and glittering in light of inevitable
fading away of honesty and truth.

Define "sunset".
You may say its fractured light
(whilst freely roaming skies of dreamy, abstract thought)
is a subtle reminder that,
in life's toughest stretches,
honesty can never be broken down.

Define "sunset".
You might say that the sun's glass heart
was shattered suddenly,
breaking down its true colors
into colossal seas of pink and violet,
gifting the earth with its tragic stories of new-found love.

Define "sunset".
You might say that it's the culmination
of experiences words can never capture,
envious minds enraptured in an all-encompassing
wonder of stillness.

Define "sunrise".
You might say the sun,
newly born, remembering its prior existence,
begins again to shower the earth
with its golden,
ageless,
spirit.

(c) TheLegendaryDreamer

Written July 2012.

Poem #15: "look into the fire"

"look into the fire"

look into the fire
see my dreams, burning
admire    its    tranquil    unwavering
       inconsistencies
look into the fire
see my wooden labor slashing swiftly
through hard hours harvested efficiently
and years lined with broken hearts

watch the flames as they spit
spiraling hot minutes, dried salty tears
into the cool, moist grasp of the evening
current

stare into the flames
watch as they dance softly,
their glowing arms extending to the cap,
still longing to reach out and impress
- a true conversation piece
of selfless, loving passion.

(c) TheLegendaryDreamer

Written September 2012

Poem #14: "The Caged Wolf"

"The Caged Wolf"

I've seen how your darkened past had aged your soul like a caged
wolf, longing for freedom before the harvest moon which would soon
fade away.
I've seen how you'd always run with the wind,
smiling, as if your destination
was always just around the corner.
I've seen how sometimes time seemed to
cut all of your years short--
they would fall away one by one
like how old teeth would sometimes disappear.

I've seen you cry your eyes out
as if you'd play a note but hear no sound,
then lose your ground as lakes of sorrow come quickly
streaming outward to nurture the softened soil below.

Your cold and frail hands,
they play my heart strings,
dancing in all-consuming sonatas of
light, love and inner rage.
My heart would sing to your joys, coy
and sad that you'd soon find yourself
back in your mental cage once again.

(c) TheLegendaryDreamer

Written September 2012

Poem #13: "Letter to My Mother"

Letter to My Mother

The sky sometimes rains crystalline teardrops,
Its turbulent winds and ice-bullets pelting the soul;
At times then, each thought, each word, each sound just stops
When it hits you that you've just lost part of your whole...

She reached out through her fractured heart
Amidst the haze of questions, asking why
She lost all her means to express and impart
How all her dreams were falling from the sky...

A letter she sent from a tunnel in her soul
To contact me, her second son;
In requiem to times gone past
And memories of long-gone fun.

It connected me and brought me back
Now that same tunnel I pass through
To express emotions I've long packed,
To write her back and say "Hi Mom. I still love you."

(c) TheLegendaryDreamer

Written September 2012.

Poem #12: "Whimsical Weather"

Whimsical Weather

The sunrise blooms in Autumn skies,

The leaves are light and frail;

And now, though warm, the weather flies --

Tomorrow, it will hail.

(c) TheLegendaryDreamer

Written August 2012.

Poem #11: "Limerick"

Limerick

There once was a man named Jerry.

His face was rather hairy.

The food in his beard

Was worse than we feared!

In fact, it was rather scary.

(c) TheLegendaryDreamer

Written July 2012

Poem #10: "The Effects of Simple Words"

The Effects of Simple Words

Hearts
They bond and shine together
Glowing bright with love,
Like living angels, dancing
Joys
They reign on
Slowly showing, deeply growing
Happiness.
Souls
They reach and touch
The hearts of little angels, playing
Silently.

Wonder
Fills the air around me
It consumes my spirit
Pulls me in
And yet the sun
Goes down, their passions
Fading, their smiles
Transforming, their hearts
Start breaking, then I
Am reminded, that

Words
Can sting and seem to ring on
Like the cries of injured angels, slowly
Fading out of sight.

(c) TheLegendaryDreamer

Written July 2012

Poem #9: "To the Autistic Child"

To the Autistic Child

to the autistic child
when you look back, did you have fun?
or was your heart burning hotter
than the rays of the sun?

to the autistic child
was your world disconnected?
was there a light inside
that was not resurrected?

to the autistic child
were you sad? were you abused?
did there seem to be an end
to all the times where you were used?

to the autistic child
do you remember me?
the shades of light carved by my face?
you're not blind, but... can you see?

to the autistic child
did you make it through the dark?
did you still find light
when the battle made its mark?

to the autistic child
how small is your cocoon?
is your soul evolving?
will you break free pretty soon?

(c) TheLegendaryDreamer

Written July 2012

Poem #8: "thoughts of a cyclical nature"

thoughts of a cyclical nature

when night turns to morning
morning to day,
evening then night
a cyclical nature
always revolving
and thoughts,
a linear nature
always derived from something

desparation
the easiest way to get control
of your life by someone else.
sometimes to follow your dreams
seems just as dire and absurd
as your chances of finding snow in the desert
- can't do it, or can you?

questioning
reality based from thoughts
always derived from something
a cyclical nature
always revolving
yet in the darkest of nights
there's always a morning,
then day and evening
so you can achieve your dreams
a creative nature
always making new ideas
emotions and desires.
go ahead, follow them.
it will lead you to new heights.

someone says you can't?
well don't take no as an answer.
i say, yes you can.

(c) TheLegendaryDreamer

Written June 2011

Poem #7: "Teamwork - the World's Essence Over"

Teamwork - the World's Essence Over

It wasn't how sounds of explosions and gunfire
had always racketed the place.
It wasn't how this was mainly a Muslim country, or
how his bald, Hispanic head vividly reflected the sunshine.
Nor was it his immensely muscular body,
the way he kept a charming smile, or
the way his crucifix elegantly danced within the wind on long days.
What stood out was that his thick, black vest and lightweight garb
said "volunteer" as if to embrace the very meaning of the word.

and

It wasn't how high school was always a tough place to be.
It wasn't how she, an Arab, wore a hijab
and he, with his hair everywhere, never hesitated to help.
It wasn't how she always had trouble deciphering the language
and he sometimes found it somewhat tiring.
What stood out was that, through their efforts,
she'd be free soon,
and getting her degree in Biology.

and

It wasn't how, on his funeral day, the clouds that flew by were shaped like Superman,
or that his dreams were shattered before his bullet-ridden body
could ever hit the ground.
It wasn't how he always thought of his friends in a brighter light
or how, when he was little, he once said to his mom,
"I'm gonna be a hero someday."
What stood out is that, through his mind,
he was always a brilliant inspiration
and his light will never fade.

Through all these bright examples,
Teamwork has always been the world's shining light.
Though hope may sometimes shatter amongst the ruins in the cold...
The tears of the good will water the soil.

(c) TheLegendaryDreamer

Written June 2012

Poem #6: "Such a Finite Thing"

Such a Finite Thing

have you ever seen something pass by,

crumble and fade into the past

as if only a memory?

have you ever seen something manifest,

then collapse and disappear,

leaving not a trace?

have you ever had times where

5 days are an eternity,

yet 5 years seem 5 minutes?

have you ever found yourself to

stop and stare at silver sunsets,

as if time were such a finite thing?

we treat time as if it were

renewable, although

time is measured, marked, labeled

yet is completely oblivious

as the

future flows and folds, compresses into past

where one moment, we grasp it,

then another, it

wanders 

away

like sand

through our fingertips

as if lost in an abyssal eternity,

as if time were such a finite thing.

what is flow?

in a world where order is chaos

and broken memories litter the uneven ground.

what is flow?

in a world where some things bond

hand-in-hand and suddenly

shatter.

where bits and

pieces fall

apart forever

separated

as if time were such

a finite thing.

(c) TheLegendaryDreamer

Written May 2012

Poem #5: "This Night" (Canada Day special)

This Night

On this night, I think
Heaven had opened up its arms.
On this night, I think
Heaven had opened up its arms reluctantly,
showering the land with explosive love and finite colours that
- despite their promises -
would always streak down the sky and fade.

On this night, I think
hearts and souls united.
On this night, I think
hearts and souls intensely united
flying high in streams of joy and luck.
On this night, I think
the only thing that tethered me to my physical body
was a weak gravity that paid no mind to the colourful abstractions above.

This night was the first time
I saw a symphony.
This night was the first time
I saw a symphony of colours
- of briliantly orchestrated compounds of fractured reds and blues,
broken whites and shattered yellows,
amongst a rousing soundtrack of crackling and silence.

This night, I saw true dreams.
True inspirations.
True hopes built on a daunting foundation of entertainment that will never die.
This night, I saw it all.
Dreams.... began to fall.
Inspirations that were volatile may have collapsed and
Heaven... had closed its doors for one more year.

(c) TheLegendaryDreamer

Written July 2012

Poem #4: "The Void"

The Void

Mind sprinkles
   butchered          thoughts
pouring unarmed knowledge into
those of limited sets of words,
divine sparkling
devoid   of   meaning-less
syllables.

Mind divides
    paradox       emerges
unknowingly   &   merges
    into     the     disjointed
realities.

Mind battles
creating     confusion     terrifying
delusion into unknown reaches
  of inner-reality.

Heart bleeds
    confused     broken     emotions
rivers of yes and no
and   Heart     and       Cold
forever parted into unified duality.

(c) TheLegendaryDreamer

Written June 2012

Poem #3: "I'm Your Reflection"

I'm Your Reflection

Look for me in the mirror
For I'll always be there.
Search for me in the mirror,
You'll always know where I am.
Find me in my special place
For when you need to defend,
I'll provide protection from those most unwanted.
Look for me in the mirror.
You know I'm by your side.
Search for me in the mirror
For I'll always be there for you.
I'm a reflection of your deepest desires
And I show you what you need,
As an alternate personality, I'm always around.
Find me when you need me the most,
I will give you my safe harbour
Where you may not see all of your personalities,
Though they're never absent.
The friendly ones may scar you,
But you'll befriend the ones that clash.
You'll search endlessly for a reason and place in this foreign world,
And when you have finally lost,
Find me in my special place.
And if need be, I'll reflect your darkest side.

(c) TheLegendaryDreamer

Written May 2012

Poem #2: "Mirror of What Is"

Mirror of What Is

A leaf
once brilliant,
bright green, lovingly
nourishing its being
now falls
unprotected and fragile
towards the cold, hard,
shallow soil.

A branch
once big, strong,
mighty, now lays
stifled, still and broken
amongst the cold, harshly
unrelenting silence
of its grave of shadows.

A tree
once beautiful, its
leaves reaching out,
sprouting green, swaying
in the warm spring breeze
now stands barren,
lifeless.

A forest
once lush, sweet,
vast, vibrant,
waving and hissing in the soft current
now becomes victim to harsh words.

Fire
begins to damage, consume,
burn, torture,
destroy, thrash about
in what became of the meaningless
syllables of the blank world.

A mirror
of what has now become
a stark reality.

(c) TheLegendaryDreamer

Written May 2012

Poem #1: "the pantheist"

the pantheist

the dark night

settles in, takes its time

and finds its place

within the mind, body

and spirit of

the natural world

stars sprinkle across the vast,

blue heavens like

confetti molecules in an endless sea of sky

their light piercing a thick

veil of darkness

as the

trees

whisper

"hello"

the moon is a flashlight

in how it makes its presence known

not a sight to be "foretold" for

it has always been there

guiding naive souls through

the darkness above to a place

among the stars, as the

cool breeze

animates nearby

plants in a gesture

of kindness

and as the observer watches

with wonder and awe, seeing

the cosmos in an elegant

dance to its own vibration

the gates of his heart open

to let in what is truly limited

only by perception


(c) TheLegendaryDreamer
Original version May 2012

This version November 2012

Welcome to The North Wind Poetry

Welcome to my first official poetry blog. Aside from certain dates (holidays, birthdays and such), there will be one new post every two weeks on Saturdays, containing an original poem. Click the header above or the Home link below, or use the archives on the right to browse through my poetry. If you like my poems, you can subscribe to recieve future posts by e-mail. Have a happy time reading!


--- TheLegendaryDreamer