golden seal
a heavy hand
small brides
ink stains the soul
rust c r e e p s through the joints
honor dies
slow leak
foul water,
d
e
e
p mud,
cold promise;
p r o m i s e s
built on hollow ground.
the tower starts to lean...
c r a c k;
dust is all that stays.
Chirpings of N/A
To the friends I have in jail
May you one day say farewell
The day will come we know it will
When you are granted a golden seal
And if by chance we meet again
Please recall we are still friends
What you did was lose your cool
A lot of drugs and you broke the rules
You took a life or so they say
From wresting around like boys at play
Your Army* you say, they taught you well
The same for my Navy, who paved the road through this hell
Finally, my friend still behind bars
Clothing required but come as you are.
*Marine
Dedicated to my friend Mike R
Cold Tears
Cold are the slow running tears. Cold.
Stunning. Not ignorable.
Hated.
Cold because they know they shall be hated, because pain or grief or conflict and not tenderness has created them. Hated tears. Not born from joyful prayers, nor from gut-shaking laughter, or from being witness to splendor.
The hated tears come from hurt, from a cracking of the heart’s rainbow shell: bleeding tears. Not even warm at their start. From their origin of pain they stream despised and cold: those tears, from sad, stinging-hot eyes, seeking some hope that the heart might again find a golden seal gracing over its shell.
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(c) sally young Eslinger 9/11/2Thanks be to God
I thirst my humble name to be
Writ aside those kings and queens
Adorned with diadems and poetry
Conquerors and royalties bow down to me
The golden seal, that immortal lust
For laurel leaf they deem divine
I long to hold someday somehow
To be mine - all mine, all mine
A spellbound tune from my spirited pen
This burning fire consumes me thee
A day will come when I rule the earth
This quest shall end, this prize I'll hold
I thirst my humble name to be
Spoken aside those kings and queens
Engraved in diadems and poetry
I will gain royalty and victory
Is it wisdom we strive for or chaos?
Do we have the strength to hold fast what we learned?
Is it me or you that decides when lightning strikes?
Earth slides forward yet we fall behind.
Will the raise of hands bring forth destruction?
Should we fall back on our words of trust?
When we rake all that is given to us,
Left standing will be the choices we made.
See forth to the windows golden seal,
As it shines from the inner light of the moving vails.
We can go forth now but carefully,
Not intruding on our own self worth.
Show us the light that blinds and ties us together,
Yet it pulls us apart in a instant
No tie can withstand it, no chains will hold it together.
Laying in the moonlight in silence
All that is left of us will be existence in words.
myself i say
my selfish ways
her hand in need
of golden seal
of soft a touch
thus comfort feel
inside i spy
my selfish ways
rolling the bounce
of ignorance
i stand alone
frost of a touch
myself i say
her hand in need
of golden seal
her wish denied
of soft a touch
inside i spy
with salt and thyme
my selfish ways
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