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I Watched Midnight Sun Fall Into Dark Shades Of Oblivion

Part I

I watched midnight sun fall into dark shades of oblivion
with its dying light screaming in agonizing moans
upon bloody battlefields of massive bloated carrion
as weeping echoes surged up from its low wailing stones.

I watched the dying of Time's repugnant wanderlusts
fields of angry flowers, with petals spitting forth arrows
as demons swirled in volleys of hell's fiery gusts
and in horror saw slow burning of wounded sparrows!

I watched as dawn out-cursed me and refused to rise
in its retreating, night stood again to take a bow
claiming I was another devil, wearing a clever disguise
that my desires were legion, but my soul knew not how
to right my wrongs, or survive my sad shocking surprise.

I watched as humanity, its left foot burned and broken
hobbled along a broad dark highway of malignant dreams
at every intersection was a monstrous fallen token
and in its former place, a cavern of hideous screams!

I watched ravenous beasts, fly into clouds of black hate
and from that collision a storm raining deepest red
with new found sorrows, I knew salvation was too late
for my last long gasp, echoed- friend, you are already dead!

Part II

Hold the candle, that these blinded eyes may see the demise
of a fool, that raced into hell with such foolhardy bravery
thinking massive treasures were guarded only by its dark lies
only to discover, such appealed to my black-hearted knavery!

Hold the applauding, plenty of fools walk among the living
carrying their wretched arrogance in bottomless sacks
devoid of any honor, and selfish in their little givings
walking upright with devil's cannons mounted on their backs!

Hold the door, you can curse me when I am dead and gone
my soul is a mere shadow, its past written to be forgotten
I stand in my groaning anguish in a crowded room all alone
my right hand cut off, other one charred black and rotten
all of my dreams shattered, pain soaked into my every bone!

Hold the weeping, such should not be wasted on selfish takers
and certainly not on a man seeking to grab all he can get
true this wicked world rewards charlatans, its clever fakers
those that can fly, swim beneath oceans never getting wet!

Hold the sad singing, by my swearing life is not over yet
for there is fresh bait on the hook and power in my casting
pride in my deceiving as I walk with no kind of regret
for I journey forth, with my wiles and my cannons blasting! 

Robert J. Lindley, October 7th, 1974
Dark rhyme, ( Where The Shadows Dance And So Gaily Roam )
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I Would Speak True Whispers, Basked In Light

I would walk with you, were it a free choice
not by happenstance of Time's setting sun
nor the loud command of Fate's darker voice
with its race, that each new dawn has begun.

I would speak true whispers, basked in light
not tales of shadows that creep all alone
nor fairy tales with galloping white knights
with hero and the sword pulled from stone.

I would dance with you, even unto death
not the kind where heroic heroes die
nor where that final kiss comes at last breath
rather where Heaven reaches from bright sky.

I would compose a poem at its heart true
never the kind showing my missing you!

Robert J. Lindley, October 23rd, 1974
Sonnet, ( I would write love and its joy if Fate Allowed )
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As Soft Winds Did Red Colors Blow To Sway

Through welcoming rose garden feet did tread 
aromatic the scent of dawn's new day
but for joy, this lonesome heart had left bed
with high hopes that our love we not betray
and in heavenly love we'd pray to wed.

Within our blessings, hope its dear truth rode
as if a songbird, set to sing anew
yet this dark world oft has wicked lies told
that may turn truest love to sad and blue
in that misery, dark horse may be rode!

Searching for beauty to allay great fears
as glowing flowers beseech searching heart
morn's glistening dew falling as soft tears
to wash away sadness, our time apart
heal wounds as opened by such poison spears!

As soft winds did red colors blow to sway
sun's sweet golden rays soon began to speak
hold thy romance true, yield not to dismay
listen not to doubts, allow love thy seek
to assure, future which heart firmly prays.

Through welcoming rose garden feet did tread 
aromatic the scent of dawn's new day
but for joy, this lonesome heart had left bed
with high hopes that our love we not betray
and in heavenly love we'd pray to wed.

Robert J. Lindley, November 9th, 1974
Rhyme, ( In Dawn's Sweetest Garden, Hope Was Renewed )
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