She turned to catch
The better light
And missed the burn
Author: Sibelius Russell
Sibelius Russell (a/k/a/ Owen "Beleaguered" Servant) lives a life of whimsical servitude -- whatever that means.
A Moment Spent
A moment spent reflecting
Upon some trying days;
So many strong emotions, feeling
Torn in different ways —
A moment spent in silence, in
The open, frozen air —
If only to convince herself
That she’s still really
There
To share is human:
The Day You Know
The day you finally, really know,
The world comes into focus clear:
It may be chilled by wind and snow,
But all the warmest times seems near —
For though the heart be bruised and sore,
And we feel far away from shore,
The pull will come, the hope, the yearn,
As tide comes back, with love’s return.
To share is human:
I’ll Always Be
I’ll always be a singer who’s
In search of his real voice;
I’ll always be a backup plan,
And nobody’s first choice.
I’ll always be a sort of ghost,
Without the power to haunt —
I always be the kind of man
Who you don’t really
Want
To share is human:
Space Invaders
It’s sad that no one knows that he at one time protected the whole world from invasion; but real heroes, he’s realized, rarely get the attention they deserve. At any rate, he would not have liked the attention had he received it: the one type of invader he can’t deal with at all are those who invade his own space.
To share is human:
the world that is
the world that is, the world that was,
the poor response, the great because;
those empty spaces in between
what we have felt, and heard, and seen –
the heart, with it’s own laws
the special knowledge of our own,
the times we’ve shrunk, the ways we’ve grown;
to travel where we need to go,
with luggage we discreetly stow –
together – or alone –
a man who used to be a whiz —
now seeing life is just a quiz,
with answers we don’t dare essay –
one more mistake along the way —
in this one world
that is
To share is human:
“align yourself”
"align yourself, and live in ways that will bring order to your days -" advice that some might follow, if the world allowed us to but only in the things we make does chaos, and its constant ache, find any easing in our minds; just simple things we do -- to make some sense of what's beyond the furthest truth that we can know; an antifragile entropy to which our efforts all must go so paint with lines of love, and see the colors of humanity; align yourself with hope, and be an ordered shape, yet always free
To share is human:
Clemence
She was always awkward,
Not as pretty as her sister —
But now, she thinks
She likes the way it feels
To be seen as a woman,
To get some share of attention —
There’s more to life than that,
She knows – but it’s her turn,
It is HER turn,
So let the haters hate.
It’s her time now
To share is human:
Shades of Heart
We spoke, right after you had been
Assailed by hateful bigotry,
And though you had much good to tell,
The other part still stayed with me
So color: when we all are small
We learn them, pick our favorite ones –
It’s everywhere, in this, the same
Among our daughters and our sons
But what is it makes people fade,
And play the haters baneful part?
Why does skin color matter more
Than all the shades
Of heart?
