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Here I stand

Here I stand
Where the golden image rise
A Babel
Bowed before its feet
And music like eternity
Etherized the skies.
The cost, the cost, the cost of it
The surging pain of love's betrayal
I cannot put it down again.
I must stand, I must proclaim
God stretched out on wood,
Bids me enter too the flame. 
Shall I flinch
Because you claim the power over fire
I am branded already deep
Far, far, below the papyrus of skin
Look for my belief.

Here I stand
A burning bush unburning me
Shoeless, behold my naked soul
Your only look at fired gold.
I cannot otherwise then than stand
For I have sought it sleepless
This faith clutched tight by night
This hope longing to breathe
From traditions strangle hold
I searched for it
And found only history wrong
A majority self-drunken with fear
And I the prey
Before the predator's dismay.

Here I stand
Against the lies of swaggering tongues
And foolish worship of gender norms
And self blinded by self pity
Staggering drunk
Impeaching innocence 
By night's dead deceit, robbing truth
Of right before accusers invisible.
I have walked the fire's gut alone
Felt its venom wrenching gut and bone
But out I come to stand again
A better man
Without the baggage of the profane.
Here I stand,
By the invisible mediator's grace
Silent while the angels acquit my case.

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  1. Date: 9/30/2012 7:21:00 PM

    You are truly an artist David..not sure if I can pick up my pen again...lol

  1. Date: 9/27/2012 12:02:00 PM

    A beautiful poem!

  1. Date: 9/20/2012 11:08:00 AM

    Congratulations on your well deserved win in Debbie Guzzi's contest David. Love, Carol

  1. Date: 9/19/2012 6:17:00 PM

    A harrowing walk, I do so miss L'nass, David seems to be having such a hard time :( I wish you happier days. Congrad's on your win. Light & Love

    Smalling Avatar David Smalling Date: 9/21/2012 1:33:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Some years ago H W Longfellow wrote: tell it not in mournful numbers, life is but an empty dream, and the soul is dead that slumbers, things are not what they seem." I wanted to argue with some parts of that, but then I cannot fathom a poet's mind, so I do not vex it. The last advice came from A. L. Tennyson. Thanks for your thoughtfulness
    Smalling Avatar David Smalling Date: 9/21/2012 1:32:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Some years ago H W Longfellow wrote: tell it not in mournful numbers, life is but an empty dream, and the soul is dead that slumbers, things are not what they seem." I wanted to argue with some parts of that, but then I cannot fathom a poet's mind, so I do not vex it. The last advice came from A. L. Tennyson. Thanks for your thoughtfulness
  1. Date: 9/17/2012 9:36:00 PM

    Deep and marvelous poem. Congratulations, DAvid.

    Smalling Avatar David Smalling Date: 9/19/2012 5:41:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thanks, Andrea