Bird with feathers of fire, phoenix metronome,
bursts on the edges of the atmosphere.
Crumbling to dust, ash and powdery bones,
fore a chance never truly appears.
A velleity is made at her shooting tomb,
deities will not honor this wish I fear.
Her diary, her historical tome,
inferno makes disappear.
She was never here.
Heart and spear
Arrow flange
Beak tip
Cupid
Supernova shot in the dark
Earth holds its breath
Lost a work of art
Flames it reigns
Pyre it rains
Sapphire jejune illustration lives onyx mockery
A Plot in The Wise
Everybody knows that life is a plot
You create every memory in the making
A riveting tale of adventure with a stint of risk
A Plot in the Wise one would say
Bringing to the fore a web of sophistication
We are all part of a nation of a haven
Where we all strive to see things heaven
So bring yourself to awake in a universe of winners
Where a Plot in the Wise is full of a lieu for winning
A,A,I
~
Horizons blush
at the sound of your whisper
Rose petal pink
as the day soon is done
Tempting your lips
that I long to be kissing
Holding you close
‘fore a slow setting sun
Feeling your fingers
so gently upon me
Teasing my flesh
with the look in your eyes
Finding my dream
every moment you’re near me
Falling in love
under December skies
~
Thorns about the snow
Cantilever tombstones
Gathered in a row
Broken bits of someone else’s deed
Weeds are overgrown
Thorns about the snow
Endless come the struggles as you bleed
Ravens are amassing
High above the trees
Searching for remaining shards of bone
Circling intruders
Cutting through the breeze
Waiting as your sins you now atone
Thicket mangled wings
Fractured fighting fear
Carving sad initials on your skin
Thunder clouds approach
Storms to gather near
Drenching darkened sorrows now begin
Iron barred protrusions
Block the jagged way
Keeping you from exiting this place
Fall upon your knees
This your ending day
Every thought of you to soon erase
Fade into the gravel
Claw this frozen earth
Quickly 'fore a morning sun does crest
Bid a found farewell
Far beyond your birth
Time has come to take your final rest
Bobby and Dot, are playing well together today.
Without stomping and hiding
till the other swells and mommy realizes, she has to break
up a rumble, they’re fighting, cage ready display.
What’s going on Bobby and Dot?
Mommy then stops, and she spots chunks of ceramics. THE VASE.
So now Bobby and Dot, know they have to
bob and then dodge fore’ a dot is four eyes for the top of, horded lies, lets race.
YOUR LOVE
To have your love would be divine
fore a lifetime of happiness would be mine.
By Arthur James
Only
For my deliverance soulfully
Do I solemnly wait
That someday maybe
I too, may ascend
The Pearly Gates'
Of the Lord
How much long must I wait
To feel the innocence of his love
Sincerely, I say
I embold to never hesitate
-Fore-
With Him I can only say
Wait for it, Wait for it
How long must it take
Wait for it, wait for it
I wait so incessantly
His deliverance is swift
It's sure and it's final
Fore a day with the Lord
Deplicts' our finest hour
But still I say,
Wait for it, wait for it
And make no mistake
For it is a day of judgement
It is an very important date
GF
From deep observation I saw
In growing plants and bedding seeds
A strange manifest of nature's law
That leaves come 'fore a root proceeds
In animals a stem of cells
Upon which the brain comes to rest
Deep in the dark embryo dwells
And somewhere there the heart will rest
And since the top before bottom
Forms, like sky's mist before the earth
God higher yet let me fathom
His presence first and then my birth
Who, invisible adds, the mass
To the dividing dormant cell
Ere a suckling tongue brings the grass
Food till it grows o'er all the dell
There is a presence none may know
With measured work or finite sight
A vague meaning for each rainbow
A vast love transparent in light
Nature that shows God's absence here
To some, reveal his presence to me
And sometimes in the stillness clear
In shooting leaves, this love I see.
We are the children of the rim
Where white gulls over blue Atlantic sing
Interruptions that memories skim
Across the face of altered maps for wing
One feather to lift us again, high
Empire in shambles in the callous flow
Of sands. We demand without lie
A stake in this economy that you grow
On our backs shackled and coffleless
Marginalized 'fore a muted witness
It is time for restitution
It is time for moral ablution
And we, children of the rim
This is our international hymn.
So we come to this table
Fully disagreable
With the with status quo and flow
Of global garbling and slow
Melt down of our life
Across the spiring babel of all strife.
We are the children of the rim
It is your turn to meet us now
Against your propspects and dim
Sunset that cannot know
This consideration colonizes our negotiation
And is your last hope to learn redemption.
In chaos the monster would rest,
Like a cowbird in its own nest,
For his grim voice he has lost,
This and all fore a huge cost.
A never-ending road to loss,
And yet it’s at a stone’s toss.
But who silenced the monster?
Who would suppress this creature?
Was it you? Could it been me?
Or is guilty all? Humanity?
Maybe we will never know,
Maybe there we can not go.
The monster was silent and broken,
He knew the countdown was set for ten