Tis not our fare to see the face of God
Nor speak in tounge to those who never hear,
They dare not come and go, is this not odd
as some would please, forgetting how to fear?
And also, let us hear it, one more thing,
we'll tremble to our end, if gazing on this moon,
some say is painted blood, to look will bring
an agony that won't leave us too soon.
The eyes must turn away, or die the death,
and leave one bitter cold from just the dare
to look on it, to see the dragon's breath,
'twil bring one to believe what's never there.
And lunar madness never calls to mind
the evil waiting there for you to find.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
From the time the sun sets,
the time moon came,
the time world sleeps,
the time nothing remained same...
the hour before sunrise,
the little time left
for the end of the nigh ..
the visible last star,
tells the story of that dark hour..
the seem less sky,
the rustling winds,
the eerie thoughts,
whistling to me , my sins,
it was the time clock stopped,
the world became quite,
the cold sets the room,
it happens every night..
the rain drops on my window,
making faces in the dark,
for i , i am laying down the bed,
hearing a dog bark..
the past , sleeping beside me, staring at me with
its eyes red,
all these years have passed,
still those blood stains,
haven't yet shed...
i hear them scream,
i hear them speak,
which is enough ,
for me to freak..
the night is terrifying,
more than knowing my doom,
the crackling noises coming from the outside,
gives chills to my room..
just then i saw a black mist,
not that afraid now,
it came closer to me,
i was ready to welcome it with a bow,
for the mist could kill me at that time,
which is better than the memories killing me all the time,
suddenly,there are no
more audible voices,
the dreams became peaceful and serene,
i finally found my way,
i am coming clean,
now that the hour has passed me by,
and i can say it with a sigh..
i was the savior,
i had the guts,
to walk the tallest tower,
to live that darkest hour.
I lay sleeping with eyes wide open,
I lay sleeping with dreams that have no meaning,
I lay sleeping with nothing to dream about.
I lay sleeping with no care and sleep with eyes blind,
I lay sleeping, there with my eyes wide open.
Seeing the dark change from dark to black.
There is no moon, there is no sky
just purple strokes of paint in the sky.
Take that morning dew smell and close your blind eyes.
Smell the morning, that smell that clicks in your mind.
The smell of childhood dreams,
that as an adult never came true.
Sleeping bare in the nude with your eyes wide open.
Thinking of her, as she is five thousand miles away from you.
Wanting to love and hold her, but no use in crying.
Sleeping their with blind eyes in the dark that dances in the light.
Your lamplight turned down low,
as life trickeles down in its nightgown and yawns for sweet slumber.
Tired from longs days, and sometimes long nights,
wanting to curel in bed and close its blind eyes.
Dusk will soon peek its head through the blinds
and awake life to a new dawn.
She sleeps in the morning, and walks at night.
When he sleeps at night, and walks with a bare nude heart in the morning.
Life climbs over yellow mountains,
and meets her fellow compainion
a handsome fellow with broud shoulders and blessed with an ego
as I sleep there with my eyes wide open.
As I sleep with my eyes blind to what life has intented for me,
and as I raise to walk the lone streets at the break of the dew covered lawn
at the first sweet smells of dawn,
I can see life go on with the handsome man
and I blind and wanting to go to bed.
I dream of dreams that have no meaning
Gardens of cluelessness and raging emotions
tare me down and I am confused on which way to go.
Do I stay here and dream away, blind and half awake
as life slaps me across my broad cheek?
Or shall I walk on with life hand and hand
and regain my vision of the world,
Start to sleep with dreams that make sense
and dreams that are made of gold and have no end?
Dream of fancy dreams that show love and happy endings
I would love that, and I would love to walk with life,
but she is out of my leauge.
And my bed is so cozy and I feel like sleeping.
So I shall sleep on more restless night chashing life down.
I lay sleeping with my eyes wide open.
I lay sleeping with dreams that have no meaning.
I lay sleeping waiting for life to come back from the mountains
and lay beside me.
I lay sleeping with hope of regaining hope and salvage
what is left of my spirit at hand.
Dark clouds trying to cover the full moon
Creates an eerie feeling all throughout
An old farmhouse sits upon the great height
And haystacks sit down the hill and about
This is where the great fearsome scarecrow sits
Awaiting strangers that may come to view
Ravens fly about his glowing pumpkin head
Evil face exudes what it wants to do
When you come face to face with this scarecrow
Your days will sure come to an abrupt end
A scythe he carries he surely will use
And the ravens will take your soul to send
Owner of the farmhouse won’t mess with him
For the fear of death that’s within his bones
He works around him during daylight hours
Avoids him in the night within his zones
Scarecrow has more power in the full moon
And his alluring calls just isn’t right
The great pumpkin head scarecrow glows fiercely
He rules the dark fields, prowling in the night
Words are beads O poet, in your rosary, for counting tears
Who else can but you to make strings of clouddrops of tears?
Promises are fulfilled, days departed, my eyes dried like parchment
Caravans move on, the desert road, who will wipe a bird’s tears?
Let me go back to my island O lord, to live with my people, with peace
Who wants dark days dropping like evils on the lake of tears?
Friends are funny until their claws scratch the widows of my love
Have you got friends those have not loosened your teeth or made you shed tears?
Moon is like a golden dish full of egg poach, fried fish, succulent meat and pulao
Beggars say its god’s wish; they have to keep their hunger aflame; does a fakir shed tears?
Merchants do business and cross thousands of miles to sell their wares
Only God knows how many shadows wait for their return and shed unaccountable tears.
I do not know?
Basking in the sun on a warm summer day
Closing your eyes and drifting away
The day melts into a web of thought as the moon gently masks the sun
Spiraling downward towards the menacing dark
You search your soul for that life giving spark
A hope of love to guide the way to your childhood fun
As the stars move in to greet the moon
Your inner peace rises to croon
A lullaby to sooth the soul and heart
All negative thoughts scream as they pass by
You’re in control of this wayward ride
Keep humming for your destination isn’t far
How much you desire to live this life of peace
A wish upon a star, some hope, to please
that wondering mind so full of discontent and hate
You hear and see a familiar face
It’s you at age ten just hiding away
in the dark and alone begging to be saved
You reach out to the boy to embrace him
The two of you become one again
Exhilarating this must feel to know you are one
The light behind you shines to show the way
You peacefully walk towards the light with no desire to stay
in this dark and disgusting web that the evil of your mind has spun
You greet the morning sun with love
You gaze upon the sky above
searching the heavens for God’s glory
The skies don’t open as you sit and pray
But a tingling in your heart gives way
to the feeling of peace ending so much pain to your story
This may happen to you my friend
A feeling of loving thyself that never ends
So open your heart and let the blissful peace take over your fear
It won’t be easy to block the evil and negative thoughts
But the alternative is to allow it to fester and rot
Within your heart and soul you can hear the screams come near
So, steer from this evil place you call home my friend
And accept the love, peace, and hope that never ends
It’s your world to conquer not the iniquity of pain!
Bad news eclipses sun
Like the moon orbits your face
As we grow together, rooted
This garden displays variety, its fruits
So don’t overrun simply because you can
Robbing future diversity defrauds us all
And you don’t have to love me – no
Just accept mine as encompassing
To protect from blinding madness
You’ve got a key in your pocket, black salt in your hair. Smoke in your whispers, and rust in your stare. Tears run down your cheeks and your gaze goes cold. Face facts lil’ mama, we’re all ganna’ grow old. Left hands’ reaching for a heart of stone. Don’t you know as above, so below.
I’ve read your palms, a tempest ruin most foul.
Crows ganna know, and wolves ganna howl.
The sword and the serpent, the ways of old. Stretch the flesh and visions told.
Imprisoned in heaven’s skeleton, these ghastly visions keep me awake.
2x Cut your teeth on surgical steel. In the dark nothing seems real. Can’t shake the nightmares out of your bones.
Prayers unfold from my finger tips and ashes fall to the soil.
The bleeders and believers, it’s An acquired taste
Crows ganna know, and wolves ganna howl.
Jesus ganna weep, when this man’s on the prowl.
Step outside your circle.
Lost in oblivion. Step outside your circle, let the spirit take hold.
"I feel you in my glands, echoes in my spine. Whose dream am I procuring, is it yours...is it mine? There's devils in the chimney, whispers down the hall. Eyes are getting heavy for the sand man comes to call. Rest weary brow, and slumber divine. We'll dance upon moon beems,... beyond human design."- P.C.
Darkness can only exist where there is no sign of light,
That’s why God created the moon to shimmer in the night.
The moon reflects the light that the sun lovingly provides,
Leaving very little room for darkness or the evil that it hides.
The Father gave his son to us to be our guarding light,
And entrusted us to do His work by providing us with sight.
To do the work that He has for us, He keeps us each one clean
In order to reflect His light until what’s hidden can be seen.
Then the evil will fall away as it withers in His glory,
And another page of righteousness will be written in His story.
A single one of us reflecting his love can be an awesome sight,
But when we band together we become a blinding light.
You are all called to do your part, each one adding to the measure,
And the shine that you’ll reflect will become your greatest treasure.