
to be forgotten
as if you never
lived is like death

eternity is not
some thing
it is now

hello has the
power to change
your life

there’s a battle
playing out
good and evil
at war
forcing us to
use our brain
~kat

to be forgotten
as if you never
lived is like death

eternity is not
some thing
it is now

hello has the
power to change
your life

there’s a battle
playing out
good and evil
at war
forcing us to
use our brain
~kat

there will always be
evil in this world
but there is more
to offset almost
every sinister force
and love…that too

to follow after or
wander alone…which
way is the path
to peace in a world
rooted in stone

time is eternity’s prisoner
we are born only
to grow old and die
remembered only
by lingering sadness

chocolate can be bitter
barely a day goes
by that I don’t
crave its sweetness
on my tongue
~kat

my garden heaves her
last bit of sweetness
as the cool beauty of
death whispers to her
urging her to sleep…
to dream of spring

I am not dazzled by
broken gods and
fool-hearty men who
must be surrounded by
all-embracing prisoners
of fear to feel whole

keep trusting in
the goodness of
others even if it is
hard to see….I
believe it’s always
there, waiting to care

every path is thick
with followers but
wanderers leave fresh
tracks through the wild
~kat

nature does not
murmur feeling
blue when night
falls, for she sees
the light in every
dark thing

remember to make
time to enjoy the
little things in life
all work and no play
is not living

mist rising after
the rain, warm
meeting cool in a
dreamlike symphony…
fading away
in the light of day

champagne blushed
my foolish heart
dances to a broken
rhythm…I almost remember
how it was to be wild,
myself, in color
~kat
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Today’s revelations from the magnetic word soup on Magnetic Poetry Online.

it is all madness
the frantic whispers
the bitter screams
of those crushed by
the lies of men from
sleepless to delirious if
there is no redress

like ice melting
she becomes liquid,
less herself, bleeding
from a broken heart
slowly dying, naked…
would that we could
look away

we innocently hand
over our power to
heroes as if only
they can save us…if
only we could trust them
and their feel good promises

between dusk and dawn
we rest our weary
souls, breathing deeply
by the light of the
moon, knowing the
sun will surely follow
night and day in harmony
~kat