We are all connected.

We are all connected

Every second in this world,
an unabated precious gift.
Time slips through our hands quick,
remnant memories left to sift.

So many people come and go,
constant transference in our lives.
The contact can be joy,
sometimes it feels like knives.

We are all connected...

It's not in a statue,
that we are even immortalized,
Erosion washes away stone,
private Illusion fortified.

Our legacy is left,
within those who continue on.
Transference continued,
till the very last human breath drawn.

We are all connected.


Words lost as languages change,
not everlasting as we planned.
Eternal refuge here?
Again illusion of the damned.

There is only one way,
we'll truly find our forever;
it is through each other,
and not in foolish Endeavour.

We are all connected.


Be you king or pharaoh,
it's not monuments that bear name;
It is your connection,
that will forever ensure your claim.

Time erases all things,
except those left in each others heart.
How else may I impress,
through each other we leave our part.

We are all connected.


Gabrielle Langmoore ~ February 29, 2012.

Dedicated to Bock aka Becca <3 ... Our true legacy is left in the lives we touch. Sometimes when we are lucky, we get to see the effects of our actions. Most time we are left unaware of our wake. If one understands the chaos theory... One understands our very exsistence changes the world permanently and forever. If that change is positive or negative, depends on us. It depends on how much thought we place in our actions and our intent. Good or bad, we all leave our footprints on each other; those footprints live on until the end of mankind.

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I don't know why I bother...

I don't know why I bother...

One day everyone wakes up.
realizing; the things they wanted the most,
were right in front of their face.

Someday...
somebody will come along.
Someone who is not blind...
who sees, what is right there.
When the ones who were blind,
see us together;
they will be jealous,
it will make them sick.
I will feel sorry for them
and hope for them, the best.
While they find their perfect little sin.
Who is just as arrogant
and superficial as they are;
I will find the most amazing thing,
one human being can ever hope for.

In the land of the blind,
the one eyed girl is queen...
and there is nothing wrong with my vision.
I see right through it all...
So let them scoff at me,
let them think I am a joke...
We shall see who finds real love;
and who finds heartache.
What you put in;
is what you get out.

Funny how life works like that...
In the end they have no one to blame,
but themselves;
but most can't look in the mirror,
and do just that.

Another funny fact;
is when you pay no attention to the external,
you really see people.
While most people walk around thinking,
they are all that because of looks or whatever;
To me most people are ugly,
because I am not blinded by their physical self.
I see what is inside...
And what I see is ugliness,
in its full glory.

Then there are the beautiful ones,
they exist but are outnumbered...
They are what make this place beautiful.
Their radiance is so much stronger,
than the ugliness it overpowers;
even though outnumbered.

For the ugly ones,
I may see them for exactly what they are.
But I will never treat them,
as anything less than beautiful.
I am a better person for it.
I am stronger on my weakest day,
than they will ever be on their best day.

Let them be ugly,
I will shine my light so bright;
their darkness will be driven,
into the tiniest corner.
And when I find another,
we will shine so bright;
that their darkness will rage at us,
out of jealousy and bitterness.
And again I will feel sorry for them,
my heart will bleed for them...

But we all make our own beds.

                                                                                    G.Langmoore March 29,2011

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Desire

Desire

Depth, right to my soul;
Drowning, in this hole.
Deepening, taking toll;
Devouring, all of me whole.
Devil, on grassy knoll;
Devilishly taking roll.
Desperate for my goal.

Desire

Drawing, me like a light;
Deception, it turns to night.
Decidedly, to me is right,
Driven not to lose this fight.
Decadence, in my sight;
Division, ignored by spite;
Domination... like a knight.

Desire

Determined to have mine;
Distraught, feeling benign.
Devastation, no confine;
Deliver me, from decline.
Destiny, will soon entwine;
Defeating even the divine.
Desire, capture, enshrine.

G.Langmoore.... March 28, 2011

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