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To Heal A Soul Waning In Want A collaboration with Lawrence Sharp 12th April 2019 To Heal A Soul Waning In Want Man thus beseeches Angry midnight moon spat at earth far below twinkling stars applauded then went dark time paused, its powers but a laughing blink as with eyes full of bitter ashes this soul woke to weep at this world's hate Fragments of hope flittering about in a ravenous brain, can life ever give more than this human waste. Then cold, silent house spoke with deafening moans as cool breeze entered through a lustful window I was stirred by this welcomed new gift, but a brief moment and it vanished like a shy ghost. Why, why does night send its invading powers into a dream now broken apart, can not dawn hurry its renewing rays, its long overdue relief, that warmth flowing through the air, into an earthen realm desperate for a sweeter touch, with its magnificent light to heal a soul waning in want? What pray tell, does an angry moon want a bow to its shine, or an angry curse at its own basking vanities? The Angry Moon's Riposte What is it that you seek, vain mortal ? shall I absolve you of guilt, or worse yet forgive your innocence ? It is not the scorching sun that you ask, for its radiance may reveal your pitiful failure. It is not earth or wind or water that you ask, for their power is greater than you know. But it is at my hand that you seek what you seek, so seek and speak plainly. In the night when all is quiet and you believe my eye to be dim as the hour, seek and speak plainly. If it is absolution that you seek, or forgiveness, these I cannot give, yet I would not even if I could. If it is understanding that you seek, I shall answer, and you shall forget, or remember weakly or less. Now hear this, vain mortal: Your path is ruined at your own hand, you are afflicted, for it is what you are worth. Robert J. Lindley and Lawrence Sharp collaboration Free verse April 12th, 2019 Note: My dear friend, it is yet again a great honor and true pleasure to compose verses with you. Your immense poetic talents shine bright and illuminate in beauty, depths of thought and poetic insights. I humbly thank you for your friendship and your honoring me by composing these many collaborations with me. God has blessed me with so many top poets to write with here and I am so very grateful for each of them. As I've learned from each and every one of them.

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To Heal a Soul Waning In Want

To Heal A Soul Waning In Want A collaboration with Lawrence Sharp 12th April 2019 To Heal A Soul Waning In Want Man thus beseeches Angry midnight moon spat at earth far below twinkling stars applauded then went dark time paused, its powers but a laughing blink as with eyes full of bitter ashes this soul woke to weep at this world's hate Fragments of hope flittering about in a ravenous brain, can life ever give more than this human waste. Then cold, silent house spoke with deafening moans as cool breeze entered through a lustful window I was stirred by this welcomed new gift, but a brief moment and it vanished like a shy ghost. Why, why does night send its invading powers into a dream now broken apart, can not dawn hurry its renewing rays, its long overdue relief, that warmth flowing through the air, into an earthen realm desperate for a sweeter touch, with its magnificent light to heal a soul waning in want? What pray tell, does an angry moon want a bow to its shine, or an angry curse at its own basking vanities? The Angry Moon's Riposte What is it that you seek, vain mortal ? shall I absolve you of guilt, or worse yet forgive your innocence ? It is not the scorching sun that you ask, for its radiance may reveal your pitiful failure. It is not earth or wind or water that you ask, for their power is greater than you know. But it is at my hand that you seek what you seek, so seek and speak plainly. In the night when all is quiet and you believe my eye to be dim as the hour, seek and speak plainly. If it is absolution that you seek, or forgiveness, these I cannot give, yet I would not even if I could. If it is understanding that you seek, I shall answer, and you shall forget, or remember weakly or less. Now hear this, vain mortal: Your path is ruined at your own hand, you are afflicted, for it is what you are worth. Robert J. Lindley and Lawrence Sharp collaboration Free verse April 12th, 2019 Note: My dear friend, it is yet again a great honor and true pleasure to compose verses with you. Your immense poetic talents shine bright and illuminate in beauty, depths of thought and poetic insights. I humbly thank you for your friendship and your honoring me by composing these many collaborations with me. God has blessed me with so many top poets to write with here and I am so very grateful for each of them. As I've learned from each and every one of them.