STORIES UNTOLD

This piece explores what it means to be seen, to create, and to exist beyond time - through story, rhythm, and presence.

Take Your Seat, Take the Stage
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Take your seat, take the stage,
Tell me a story yet to be told.
From strangers to acquaintances,
Who knew life would bring us here?

Fill me with joy ‐- with your soulful voice.
The gift of telling…
This is how we elevate.

A faithful listener, I’ll be.
Stories untold are the bane of my existence.
They fuel my nature,
They are timeless and infinite.


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Speak your presence.
Show me your ways,
With the melodic rhythm of your voice.
And as the drums beat, dance through the lights --
Create your stamps.

The art of making ---
The floor we walk on is full of our marks.
No need for insistence;
It’s a natural creation.

We’re all artists in our own ways.
As we go, our stories are created.
The simple fact of living and making
Marks our existence in this vast space.


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I see a future to be written
As I watch the floor fill with traces.
How mortal -- yet immortal --we seem.
Gambling with fear,
Yet lifted by the passions we hold inside.

And as time stops,
We become seen,
We realize we’re part of this chain ---
A story yet to be told,
Becoming part of a memory.


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The world spins,
And we try to keep up with it.
I almost forgot to step out of the waves it creates.
How cruel of it, to expect us to follow the same path ---
As if we’re slaves it can tag along.

Who are we
Without the laws it makes
To chain our ankles?


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Take your seat, take the stage,
Tell me a story yet to be told.
There’s no telling where it might land ---
In a desert, maybe,
Where another soul might be moved by your flaws,

Or in a cozy room
Where a candle flame lights.


Landra.M.G