The bastioned confidence of quarried pride
Conceived no ingress save by iron decree;
Yet vesper-dew, where noiseless graces bide,
Tutored the adamant to clemency,
Till lichened liturgies, by increments unseen,
Unthroned the obdurate from its sovereign mien.
The littoral catechised the granite's bone,
Not with assault, but sacramental wear;
Each undeciphered ripple, one by one,
Absolved the precipice of all its air,
As though the meekest ordinance of tide
Could loose what catapults had never tried.
Thereafter—vision trespassed into sense:
A child, ungarlanded by name or throne,
Inclined his silence with such innocence
That altitudes remembered they were sown;
The mountain, recollecting elder birth,
Relinquished all pre-eminence to earth.
Then every fortress, founded upon weight,
Began to expatriate its ancient claim;
The stars themselves postponed their sovereign state,
As though eternity had altered name;
And what no conflagration could dissever,
One feather of the Infinite undid for ever.
To Our Friends
Written: by Miracle Man
7/27/2020
It has taken a pandemic to keep us apart,
but in thoughts and prayers you’re close at heart.
We live out our days not attentive to number,
growing nearer each day to eternal slumber.
In adolescent years we thought life was forever,
Now recapturing our past, we tend to dissever.
“Friends are relatives you make for yourself”
Gaelic Proverb
Farewell just our slight bodies
Our hearts hang on nearby
Cling to the sweet memory
Our voices echo in the sky
Preserve our love for ever
Begging with a sorrow soul
Don't let the horizon dissever
Our love, our cherished goal
I fear our dream will expire
By the thousand miles distance
Solitude will step in our mind
Demolish our tolerance
Through the weeping eyes
I view our love wings away
Try to calm down my mind
Farewell revives our loving day
Spaces like Life
Your death is no spectacle. It will unfold itself ceremoniously
like a soft-sweater worn and discarded because of a snag
I walk in a ghetto in the black of night, chunks of asphalt heaved up in more spots than smooth,
Makes me think of you,
57 murders of the kind I like
with his first touch, you’ve been archived,
dust collecting on your gilded frame,
curating feelings long dormant,
with the first exchange of flesh—no market bizarre bartering,
the store room caught fire, and you are naught but cindered-ash.
The body both fleshy life and a tomb.
How does paradox exist?
Think on it, scissors join to dissever!
It's one absurdity I cannot resist.
Such conundrums mere escapist thoughts
Bring a chuckle to my lips and a smile on a dog.
As I pass cars jacked
Up on bricks, weeds burst through their rusted out floors,
And brick buildings fenestrated with busted out windows,
once strong practical housing for those “less fortunate”
I cultivate a fondness for demise.
I grow a kinship with discarded things; another era
Eased into obsolescence by sheer neglect.
Break
The connection
Dissever the whole
Angst to unite soul
Broken.
Of all the sorrows that so govern her generous heart,
Her love is the most unfair thing breaks her apart;
In her life everything is already signed and sealed –
And she evermore solemnly griefs her soul appealed
To cheat, to relinquish, or to commit suicide and die
The death that shall liberate her of her perpetual cry.
Has providence deserted her, so unkindly in all facets of life
That she so feels old, unhappy and like a desperate housewife?
For alone she weeps, breathless with melancholy; her pouring tears
Desolate with bitterness, anger and incessant grief of discovered fears.
Her heart is weak, her soul is weaker –her life is a scornful jest;
No endless joy, or liberty of love (a nice little girl by love depressed.)
‘Tis hard to dissever when love & pity have been merged in dim,
When all that she wants is to love and to be fairly loved by him.
You, the love of my heart, beauty is exactly what you define –
You are the rose of the valleys that possesses a scent so divine;
And your eyes so tender, far more like the moon glistering bright,
So is your love unto me, not half so comparable at day or at night.
Your lips, O my darling, as the stars across the clouds, beautiful
Than the lips of those whose hobbies are to tell lies so awful –
And your smile is kind, as though all joys were vested in you;
And your touch is sweet, when I lie in your arms fearing dew.
And your voice is liquid, could hardly breathe when I heard you sing,
And your kiss, and O, the velvet of your skin! what a gentle thing –
Like the softest sand of the deeper sea, stimulates shipment of sentiments,
With a plethora of love, and dignity I must say ‘My poem, –this is how it ends!’
But beshrew me, I never wish to lo and behold my soul dissever from yours,
And awake at midnight, and say: ‘The love is over and gone, or perhaps even worse!’
“SOUL INGRAIT”
Look where you have ended up.
A place so filthy and lonely;
us
to dissever.
Converse to interrupt
Mutated to plastic;
so fake, so phony,
When will enough be enough?
Unrecognizable, no cognition
Insensible & dishonor,
needing to comprehend
How you are; truly desolate and lost.
I abdicate on reaching what once was you.
The reflection,
an aberration of hopes and dreams
Obduracy to rescue;
clairvoyant and blind.
Avoiding all honesty
Masking all that dirt
filling up inside.
One day I plundered and wondered,
Thought and wrought,
all that I am.
I am a preacher a reacher a teacher and a creature,
All me and never a Sham!
And I can never ,forever dissever,
My heart apart,
For my Love will rein!
For I will sing to the King of Kings
"God Bless to the Lamb who was Slain!"
As I slept ,crept and wept ,
Of a thought that I caught
in my mind,
I saw a man of pure action and compassion that caught my attraction,
Giving up His Life
In my Vision I was forgiven of all of my sins,
By a man with a plan who traveled the lands,
To bring us all to him!
Because this man has a mission ,to forgive our misgivings,
Because we are His Imperfect Kin.
So my task that I ask,
And the peace to all my needs,
Is Who am I?
I am imperfect and worth it ,
Adored and Reborn,
Loved from above
By My God in the Sky!
Flowers stretch from their beds.
Yawning open, waiting to be fed.
Trees toss critters to and fro.
Birds chirp in tunes, putting on a show.
Rain drips off, the hanging branches.
Dark ominous clouds dissever into patches.
A "coat of many colors" appears in the sky..
An everlasting covenant, that God is nearby.
Springtime has taken hold, as winter escapes.
A Luscious green blanket covers over the landscapes.
Spring holds promise, as nature awakens..
Bringing back to life, what winter has forsaken.
Forever there was never
and the heartstrings could never dissever
the love and fondness i had never
felt before for Lenore
How clever were the angels that spirited her away
forever never they led her astray
I pray that some day
she may come back to me
But never will I ever feel this way
for anyone other than she
Softly Forever I blew her kisses through the lit window
Our love was nothing but alluded innuendo
Never Forever were we
though I loved only she
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