Best Allegoryworld Poems
Listening for the trumpet sound
As still the world go round and round
Feet still planted on the ground
What is it still that has us bound
We wait for rapture to arrive
Come and take us while alive
Strike a blow at the thing called death
Let death not rob us of our breath
Come solve all our mysteries
Contained in all our histories
Come tame all our misery
Come save all the saints that be
Let this be my last verse on earth
Raise me from this wretched curse
I hope when I open the world to see
That if You did come, You didn't leave me
(Dec.21 2012. 6:00A.M)
It is of this innate malady of a right or wrong state of concienscious mind to which,
its affiction does not choose
It is the passage of time that hangs on the wall as if for the innocent man who is
waiting for his corresponding noose...
Insomnia is yesterday that melds into our morning’s way
It hangs on our hearts by the minute like hours
Only to leave each and every second spent ticking in meaningless shades of gray
Nothing is clear
Yet, it is crystal
Belonged is god's given insight of night and day
Insomnia is a world without seams
A world without color
To not dream of past dreamt dreams is to live without these divine means
It is only to wake from sleep, that memories abound with the sunny morning’s bring
That life retains worth, and only unfurls,
...when we hear Harper Lee’s Mocking bird sing
The Standing One
Hidden away
But still at bay
Just as the clouds hide the Sun
He is the one chosen to rise
Fight with no compromise
Set fire to the city of evil
And set free the masses, the people
The Standing One, the king of all
As the messiahs of the earth
Get on their knees and fall
In Prayer
Behind the Leader
For now he is hidden
As his family before him was ridden
By the cruel tyrants
Who usurp the throne as aspirants
A throne that is beginning to reject them as authority
And heavily deceived by the majority
But like the Sun behind clouds
His disappearance is only a shroud
As the Standing One and his effect still remains
Just as the Sun warms the earth freely and not detained
The Standing One warms our conscience
And brings us to conscious
Of the heartless world, so monstrous
And the tyrants words', so pompous
In their cold, oligarchical caucus
Full of self-interest, profit, and darkness
And soon the Standing One will appear
To rise as humanity's last amir
Catching the tyrants and oppressive by surprise
And returning balance and justice through his uprise
He will crash the markets
He will destroy their profits
He will eliminate division
And will free the imprisoned
Race will be eradicated
To make room for unity
And corrupt systems will be annihilated
To set the stage for polity
The Standing One will fight fire with fire
And establish the just utopia we so desire
Uniting the world under one flag
And turning the world into something other than a body bag
So let us all Stand together
For we are all Standing with him
Waiting and watching
Let the world know that we are ready
To rise at his call, from the heavens above
To establish the just world we all dream of
To put an end to this nightmarish ride
And establish the perfect Kingdom worldwide
Azure orbs
flash thunder
as the magician welds his mighty power
his cloak flying with the wind
he wields both heaven and earth to create
a change in the fluidity of time -
He is love personified
with the intent to populate the world with
the indigos
where peace can find a moment in time
to breath life into this
pain wracked world
he is the mystical change we need to see in the world
as the tides rise to challenge the shore
he makes the sun rise upon the ginger hued mountains
while warming himself upon the stars
watch where he goes
follow him
his methods are those of a sage
both powerful and gentle
he makes the day bright
and the evening
sparkle as the world spins from stagnation to change.
Two good willed strangers from our social order.
In the grip of heated attack.
One fails to abide by the rules and borders.
The other poised, ready to strike back:
...
"You don't know me, wretched scum!
Our hearts will never beat to the same drum.
I don't appreciate your business.
Spit on your soul, claim God as witness!"
...
"Be that way, strange lunatic!
Your lack of manners makes me sick.
I tipped you 10%, you have no ground.
Now face my wrath that knows no bound!"
...
If I had known, when I stood there
What strange encounters I would share,
Between two folk who hate their kind,
Who'd rather fight than speak their mind.
I'd wish upon a lonely star:
"Get me the hell out of here, somewhere far
Away from so called 'good intentions'
Masking deep conflicting tensions."
...
Now the star does answer me:
"You are the stranger, can't you see?
There'll come a time when you'll believe
This world is not as you perceive.
The tensions you speak of are your own
Now learn they spawned the world you're shown.
A world of pain, torment, and guilt.
To hide from Love, this world you built."
Waiting for the springtime glow, of the rising sun.
Oh, then shall come the sprouting, and the start of all the fun.
I will grow, and grow, to reach my height, and fill the world with awe.
I will be the greatest flower the universe has ever saw.
Yes, it is I, which will fulfill the hopes and dreams of all who hope to see.
The potential of that tiny seed, and what it grows to be.
I wonder what that glory is, that thing I must achieve.
Is it a giant redwood, spreading shade beneath its leaf?
Oh, come forth you warming sun, I wish to touch their soul.
Oh, come forth you warming sun, I long to fulfill my goal.
Oh-oh, reality doth enter, and it be: not a glorious feast.
The soil is somewhat rocky, and the rain it is the least.
Is not the world perfection, is it they do not care?
Over there is so much water, why will they not stop to share.
The sun is not caressing, it’s rays they rather burn.
If only I survive to seeding, in hopes my children get their turn.
God, soon I come to see you, not quite what I hoped to be.
I hear you love the children, and I pray that you love me.
i walk this world alone
having had what i had
the blessing of a life time
and the glory so few have had
when i kneal and pray
it never is for play
in my heart i am sincere
this year He has made it clear
that He was there all of the time
can i ask Him for a mate
and hope that i don't forsake
the one i had for a while
would that cramp my style
sometimes i shake and shiver
having tears in eyes delivered
and wonder where do i go now
while the world waits and whispers
the lonely, they wait, the widows, they wait
for me to rejoin the world
and some have seen the other side
the side i see and regret to leave
where will i go and transplant my heart
who will receive what i wanted to give someone else
and try to make it hers alone
who will pick up where she left off
as if she was already made
can i fall in love again
i'm not sure if it's even legal
At times I lose my mind to the world outside
I plea to your kindness on my knees
For as long as my never ending memory rewinds, it has been your name that gave me most joy
At times we argue and even say hurtful things I man up to it I am wrong
I love you dearly and blindly, yet without you I cannot live
For no one in this world has come to touch my heart the way you and your smile did
You are my moon, my guide my other half, will time tie its hands and bound me to sob?
Yet I cannot live far from you, I am deeply inlove with you my Alley
I have caused your tears to rise and fall, your face has come to frown
I alone am to blame, I stand here before My God and you my love
I apologize with my heart in my hand I weep for your forgiveness
For the night has fallen thick and I wonder with no direction
My heart sails to understand yet I seek no perfection for I am only human and I am to fail in time
I too speak of joy in my verse directed to thy heart, O' precious is thy vessel of love and I the captain
Will the heavens rain upon my dirty hands. So that I may work in My Lords service
My God, father I pray to you my king!
My dearest bear oh how I miss thee when I am simply a few hours not in thy sight
I your poet, your living verse asks of thee to forgive my humble heart that pleas
For tomorrow will come without judgment of kind and I the defendant will plea guilty of charge
Yet no matter where My Gods will it be for my bones to fail I will always love thee for eternity
My world is what I make of it
The world that I project
It’s sometimes magic everywhere
And sometimes just a spec
From spec to mighty universe
It’s always in my head
A universe that’s full with sprite
And other times their dead
The universe is not as real
As thoughts in mind conceive
You think that sword is made of steel
Well that’s what you believe
Let’s say it’s made of melody
Instead of molecules
If all believe conformity
And now we have new rules
The world is what we make of it
The world that we project
It’s sometimes tragic everywhere
And sometimes what the heck