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"Signal! Raise the alarm bells,
For rebels sink below the swells!
Watchmen! Let the rebels know,
Sin creates the Undertow."
Against the Enemy's death throes,
The Justifier, winnows!
"I will shakedown your whole world,
And sin and shame will be hurled!"
Just then He got my attention,
Having lost my inhibition,
Never a fan of prohibition,
Never a feeling of contrition.
"The Tavern of the Nations,
Come, partake of My libations!
No resisting this temptation,
Exposing your condemnation!"
Many were stopping for a brew.
He handed me His drink menu,
Seven drink choices to review,
Irresistible, but nothing new.
"But there's seven of the same thing..."
"But all are fitting for a king
A sample of each I will bring,
All foaming cups with My zing."
A sharp but stimulating flavor,
Enjoyably exciting to savor.
Until...It bit me suddenly,
And slurred my speech drunkenly.
Foam hurled out of my mouth in shame.
The Lord's truth was not to blame.
"I've come to the end of my path,
This is the cup of the Lord's wrath!"
"My truth, or your consequences!
Because you hardened defenses,
You never came to your senses.
So, My recompense commences."
Jonah did not escape the Lord-
I, too, was hurled overboard.
As my life was ebbing away,
His truth was still on display.
I called out from my distress,
His grace afforded access.
His mercy that could be mine,
Appeared as Christ's Lifeline.
He pulled me from the raging sea,
Ordering the Enemy to set me free!
Salvation belongs to the Lord-
The payment we cannot afford.
"Signal! Raise your voice in praises!
Jesus' grace and love amazes!
Watchmen! Let the rebels know,
Salvation creates the Afterglow."
I can see you
in my peripheral,
hands move
with steady ease
completing their tasks,
your body moves
like a sturdy breeze
making its way
from there, to,
I don’t know where.
And another piece
of my substance,
drains away...
I ache to reach out
tracing the words
and pictures
rippling on your skin
that reveal a story
of our time,
I want to memorize
each line and curve
in the tips
of my fingers
and rub them
against my temples,
to relive the journey
But another memory
is lost and erased
in the torment...
shaking,
my lips fail to move
with an answer
to the question,
the power
of communication
is slowly
being downgraded
and exchanged
And yet another day
of living in silence
commences...
now no longer
in my peripheral,
I am bereft
and grieving,
tossing my head
in denial
I rake my nails
across my face,
finally, I lay down
in the valley
of the dead,
no longer fearing
evil, I have become
emptiness and sorrow
my veil of sadness
is catching the tears
of the neverwas.
Another moment
existing in the land
of the living dead...
unraveling my mind
unhitching my soul,
you've unmade
all there is of me
I am unwinding
unweaving, un-sewing,
redeveloped into
the unbecoming.
Another hour began
sitting in the canyon
watching a fall...
---
Much later,
in the corner of my eye
a miracle lit a spark,
it now smolders
deep within my core
and at will
it is flaming free.
Another strand of hope
has been cast,
and it’s coiling inside me...
Whilst I await slumbering, I look forward to
the night’s nebulous dome,
there, the winkers’ wisp in background watercolor
Indigo, violets, bluesy cobalt passions
I try and describe as best I can
such wispy delicacy, it seems,
in such an incredibly vast variety
far above gravity’s expanse
Can I make sense of it all? Inky space clouds
blinky storms of lantern spiritual guides,
they navigate notions into stellar minds
where porcelain poetry resides,
across oceans, they give us hope in darkened times
The brightest star gleams its essence,
and comforts the dreamers
clusters follow it, warming their hearts,
taken by its swaying stardust of magical menageries`
Exuberant eyes that twinkle linear force pulling all in
with its meticulous melodies, inking such
along the skylines, sonnets of indulging desires
endearing, flowery forestry, filled with filigree
Of gold and silver linings, wishing upon itself
and all is lost, its measure prioritized,
selling sanctuaries with no patina
The light grows dim, the longer it starves
the dark side commences, the eye of the eye winces,
and winks with sly
Besides, it has shown its realities
and the rapt audience
once billowing over it,
have unveiled the vile shadow
which makes steel struck, stifled
Its healing horizons have none after all,
betraying those in need of its light,
fueling its starship of starlight ego
of its own, smothering, smoldering
shooting the stars to smithereens
Sometimes I follow the faded stars,
the sun sinks into earth
Her horizon sends darkness
yet says it’s light always~
immediate and intimate
is rapture felt when nodes gyrate
borne by currents of our senses
truth as felt, mind cannot truncate
why live out life in past tenses
when each moment breath commences
ushering with it boons of grace
reading through ego’s pretences
embrace release; release embrace
that origins we may retrace
strobes of light that heighten delight
gentling touch, slowing down life’s pace
vibrant by day, at peace by night
doing what conscience deems as right
making void-centric our soul’s view
our aura radiates God’s light
touch leaves to feel fresh morning dew
each rainbow we see, seems like new
as does caress divine sublime
as bliss ignition does renew
accent occurs in timeless time
in slow steps to heaven we climb
there’s no fear for God dwells within
His heartbeats echoing love’s chime
Music by Sheldon King
Open windows of my soul gliding in the knowledge
of my yesterdays
Here I am breaking down the gates, of all my defenses
it is now that my life commences
Refrain: As I move towards, ... move towards
my sane....
Down valleys and lakes and rivers I journey
no way to know which way to go
Walking through alleys of my tomorrows
I leave behind all my happiness and sorrows.
Refrain: As I move towards, ... move towards
my flame...
Open windows of my soul, gliding in places
where I've never been before ...
Here I am, dismantling my failures, setting sail
Refrain: As I move towards, ... move towards
the pouring, rain !
Greetings, have your eyes wide open.
Take in every sound and sight.
Place a bet, push forth your chips,
Let the game commence.
The game is going in your favor,
Have a drink or two.
Widen your grin,
The fun is only going to get better.
You've won!
Next game, new bet, a fresh challenger
Who is also a guest?
Both of you are likely to win,
The Beast Hotel only has happy customers.
Again and again, place forth your chips.
The bets are made,
As the game commences,
Over and over money is lost and won.
Gamble as another game lures you in.
Another chance to gain more riches.
More and more you can gain,
Challenge other guests to line your pockets.
You may bet them anything they have,
even their personhood.
The higher the bet, a greater reward.
New bets, new rewards
This is a profitable risk.
Suddenly, deceitfully, the betrayal begins.
She comes home late, lying, hiding her sins.
Suddenly, expectedly, your doubt commences.
Questioning her story; maybe they are pretenses.
Suddenly, intently, you look into her eyes,
hoping to determine if it is all a disguise.
Suddenly, purposely, you question her story;
listening closely as you doubt her oratory.
Suddenly, profusely, she begins to cry;
admitting to you that it was all a lie.
Suddenly, quietly, she tells you the truth.
She’s been with her ex, reliving her youth.
Suddenly, softly, she asks you to forgive.
Saying she was only trying her life to live.
Suddenly, loudly, you raise you voice,
telling her you feel that you have no choice.
Suddenly, forcefully, you ask her to leave,
having been taken advantage of for being naïve.
Suddenly, slowly, she walks across the floor.
You watch as she reluctantly goes out the door.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, you’re all alone.
Left all by yourself to face the unknown.
Suddenly, hopefully, tomorrow’s a new day.
with the grace of God, you will find your way.
Awakening the Dream
by Odin Roark
Even in a dream
A poet’s page
Starts blank
Restlessly
The inscrutable pen hovers
Awareness preparing absorption
Like a dry valley of nature
Awaiting tributaries to ripple convergence
A lake to be
Remaining patient
Unaddressed questions resurface
Even as pebbles hamper flow once again
Rocks demand navigation
And boulders bent on containment
Concede the rush into reservoirs
Expression’s pause
Ellipsis of control
Fails holding back the surge of ink to paper
As grammar’s first trickle bodes further volume
Restless verbs urge images forward
A tide of willingness waits
Wanting complete its existence
Around mind’s shoreline
Animation commences cautiously
Needing to quench
Parched wanderings
Staying ever mindful
Poisoning is often invisible
Unexpectedly
This once empty page
Experiences a downpour
Cooling passion’s vacillating temperatures
Into pastels of emotion
Urging hard layered resistance
Into malleable thought
Pauses and stops
Commas and periods
Paragraphs of reason and compassion
Flow freely
Like spillways of a dam
For some
The purge of resolve
Often disappoints
How delicate such a dream
Excruciating at times
Often revealing once invisible sentences
To correct lingering mistakes
Awakening retains echoes
The waning past remaining familiar
Like battlefields of regret
Unpunctuated sentences
Forever fragments of one’s war
Such a dream’s ending
Always makes known
The expectant pen
Forever willing to just be held
Demanding nothing
Merely to remain
A trusted friend
Knowing at times…
It is the only friend
A Harvest of Music
The orchestra gathered under the dome
Audience awaiting the pure joy to come.
Descending silence alerting the senses.
Arrive the maestro, and magic commences.
Trombone and trumpet burst forth with feeling.
Explosion of sound, set senses reeling.
Tuba and French horn now adding their voice,
Uniting as one to delight and rejoice.
Soft music flowing, a leaf in a stream,
Catching the ear in a heavenly dream,
Rising and soaring, empowered of wings,
A dream maker's touch and violin sings.
With long curving bow caressing the strings,
Hair hiding her face, an angel, she brings
The music of angels, rafters invading
Haunting blue notes from cello cascading.
Clarinet cadenza, clear fluid tones
Tugging the heartstrings, embracing the bones.
Filling the dome, ethereal splendour
Fading away, celestial wonder.
Percussion take hold, no longer hidden
Cymbals and side drum do as they're bidden,
Crashing and booming, sound finding its berth
Pulling the listener back down to the earth.
Thunderous applause with standing ovation.
The crowd full of rapture capture elation,
A feast for the soul, a prayer with no word
A harvest of music, to honour the Lord.
You know me I am never grouchy she said.
Is her neck on straight? Is she right in her head.
I cannot stand people who stomp and grump.
Just a second. Here comes that creep with the dowager’s hump.
I cannot stand her; she is evil, the anti-christ she relays.
I hate to complain, but she simply ain’t very nice many days.
I stay on the phone line, for I am desperate for a friend.
Her grouchiness and complaining never does end.
She doesn’t like her neighbor, he is a mean guy.
She cannot abide her mother-in-law, so why even try?
Whining commences, and I am trying to hang up.
She never notices, that I have eaten my hat and my cup.
She causes me anguish, I feel stressed and annoyed.
She is yelling about a guy she dated once named big Lloyd.
I hate pessimists she tells me, I have to stay away from this guy.
The next week when I start to dial her, my psyche asks “why?”