Poems by Aneas

[Aneas]

I have about 12 to 15 poems that I have written throughout the years. Each one reflects a different perspective in my life. Once they are all posted I will provide a blurb as to what influenced each poem. I will start off by posting a few of my poems from the early years ages 15-18.

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They all think that I am mad. They all think that I’m insane. If only they could understand the deep, deep wounding pain. I don’t know why I am here, I just do not know why. I wonder with each and every tear which trickles from my eyes. Can anybody touch me? Can anybody see? Can anybody feel me? Can’t you hear my plea? Driven here by an unknown force; Every time it is the same. Am I a god of an unknown source? Or am I a plaything in a silly game? I’m searching for a knowledge which only a god can teach. I’m ascending into the heavens for a knowledge beyond my reach. One day my journey will be done, after searching for so long. I will be where I belong when the Master and I are one. Written in 1980 @ age 15

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Dark shadows spreading across the sky; Storm clouds rolling by and by; The seagulls seek shelter from the rain. The Captain stares as he ponders a thought. The gnawing inside of not knowing why For the sea he lives. For the sea he must die. Sternly the Captain looks from the helm and yells out the final command. “To your posts men, and hurry, the time is at hand.” Death closes in after chasing for years. His heart fills with fear and his eyes fill with tears. And he prays to his gods up above. The sea opens up as if it’s alive. The Captain, crew, and ship do go down. Swirling forever in a spiritual whirlpool; around and around and around. Written in 1982 @ age17

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Strolling along with a buzz in my head I walk past a graveyard filled with the dead Who insist upon staying in the material plane. Confused spirits linger around their graves Many lost souls which couldn’t be saved And their hell is their own self made pain. Some souls move on to the spiritual realm Where material wishes and whims are made Until they get bored and the scene slowly fades… Then they all float around in a daze. Written in 1982 @ age 16

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Silent raven perched in a tree, contemplates its journey, its journey to the Sea. Once at the Sea it will boldly plunge in, arising in man form, relieved of all sin. Being not corrupted by society’s ways, he will begin the last cycle of man’s final days. Chosen by Saints as leader of man, he spreads peace and love throughout desolate lands. The battle is won, peace to mankind. The message shall remain in man’s once evil mind. Love has prevailed and hate shall not be, so he begins his journey back to the Sea. Once at the Sea he will boldly plunge in, arising in bird form relieved of all sin. Silent raven perched in a tree, falls dead to the ground and returns to the Sea. Written in 1982 @ age 16

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Emotion is like a ball of clay, many shapes within a day. Mostly shaped as hate and greed; rarely love and always need. That certain someone we happen to meet. First love comes and then deceit. Sleepless nights as we just lie and stare; wondering if they really do care. Jealousy rears its ugly head; cheating lovers end up dead. Sadness, hate and greed, it’s all the same. It’s just another play in the Self created game. Written 1983 @ age 17

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Please don’t you be sad. Do not cry for me. You know you should be glad, for I will soon be free. No more puzzled mind. No questions to be told. I shall soon learn the answers of time…my mind is growing cold. This room is getting dark and my hearing is going away. I’ll soon stand before the Judges. This is my Reckoning Day. Written in 1983

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I don’t know what’s going on Can’t seem to stop crying Happiness is leaving me Loved ones will soon be dying Storm clouds shall soon arrive inside my eyes to rain For I’m missing that already not yet left this plane. Oceans exist within my mind causing smaller streams of tears with unknown origin flooding shattered dreams. Try my best to fill empty voids left behind. Always there when needed, always on my mind. Depression setting in Worse with each attack Fighting for a reality, yet childhood holds me back. Hallucinations present Fever is persisting Fighting best I can to go on existing. Visions in my sleep causes me to see the truth and the illusion of what was and is yet to be. Written in 1987 @ age 21

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The icy wind which blows so chill carries the message of a god long still. Awoken once again by man’s lust and greed Upon us the dragon’s breath he shall breathe. Man against man, brother at brother. All fall from grace, the child from its mother. No place to hide, nowhere to flee. Upon the entire planet shall the dragon’s breath be. Some shall die slowly, to other’s swift death. But all shall fall victim of dragon’s breath. Written 3/7/1990

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Memories come flooding into my head, memories of as world that I left for dead. Haunting my life, ripping out my heart. Haunting my dreams, tearing my soul apart. Now I lay me down to sleep. My shattered heart lies at my feet. I pray the Lord to make me whole, to mend my heart and save my soul. Written 6/21/1992

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Tell me o child of darkness, do you remember me and how we danced under the midnight sun when we were wild and free? The passion we felt for each other no mortal could ever know. We ruled for a time with the power of our love all things above, all things below. Remember how we embraced beneath the cool moonlight. Your skin was so dark, your eyes so bright. But alas, it had to end, for love could not be right for you the child of Darkness and I the child of Light.

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You would be amazed at the wondrous sight I see, when I close my eyes and concentrate on thee. I see a soul whose countenance is as bright as any star, who radiates both warmth and love to all both near and far. I see a woman in whose beauty the heavens do unfold, and causes my heart to flutter, if the truth be told. I see in her eyes the image that brings to me elation, a reflection of the Goddess, the Divine Mother of Creation. I see a smile that is so sweet my troubles melt away, and gives me strength and courage to face another day. Yes, you would be amazed at the wondrous sight I see, when I close my eyes and concentrate on thee. 7-8-2000

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When my troubles bring me down and I cannot help but frown. When emptiness invades my soul and sadness begins to take its toll. When I feel so all alone and my heart is weighted like a stone. When it seems there are no reasons, when my life changes like the seasons. When I start to question why, and I feel a need to cry. Before the tears fall from my eyes I remember this lullaby: Hush my baby, do no cry. This is your Creator’s Lullaby. Be burdened no by toil or strife, for I am always in your life. You will never be alone, for your heart it is my home. You never need fear any harm, for you are embraced in my loving arms. When you feel there is no way, I will carry you through the day. When you stumble blindly through the night, I will guide you with my light. I’ll stand with you through it all, I will catch you should you fall. My child shall you always be, from now until eternity. So hush my child, do not weep. Rest your heart and drift to sleep. Written in 2000

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The past is a deception. The present is an illusion. The future is merely wishful thinking.