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Death is written on every page
Black sun on a sea of ash.
Darkness falls; light is not coming back.
The raven calls in the midnight hour.
All that is left in the garden are uprooted flowers.
Summer is dead like the corpse of time.
Frozen in place; bound to ground within twine.
The little lights no longer shine.
All is darkness in the land of the blind.
Tears mark the route he took,
To a place without any good luck.
The tricks are played like a funeral dirge.
All is dirt.
All around are the widows in white.
The only black dresses are saved for the brides.
This is another day of eternal night.
City of angels who have lost their lives.
Broken dreams lay in the gutter and doorways.
The only lights left are the fires that rage.
Death is written on every page.
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Form:
In every blues is the melody of the crying man,
touching the sacred sphere of promised land, because he can.
Those harmonies are the answer from the divine will,
feelings in which union of motions arise from the still.
Familiarity to the sense of deepening rhythm,
duality in unity become the catalyst in great souls bosom.
Stirred by the chords coming from heart,
gently tuning in the vault of this all language art.
Motions become the sound with its meaning,
melodious storms become the breathing.
Utter divine and ardent ecstasy without fear,
chemistry and soul to hear.
Sounds bridging the journey among themselves,
echoing the extended harmony from where it delves.
Where the souls can sail the ocean waves of bliss,
facing those vile base and sense, not a note to miss.
Natures orchestra in virtues conduct,
revealing the intimate rhythm by love construct.
Ancient Time Collapse
Ancient time collapsed on mirrored distances
Taking history, its ripples, down in the sand
Lost in the reflected wide eyes of children looking up
They will never know what time it is
Archeologists use the suns surveillance guidance system
Sextants by sea employed, sojourning to history
Compass by land, to point the way more solidly
Tools help them seek the depths to find their level
To shed light on missing times and parts gone dark
Sun fills the void once opened on the past
Apparently there is not enough light in the sky
Clearly there is not enough sight in the universe
To find what they are looking for
Exposing oceans of rocks and sand
Not much more
Mysteries undertaken in the making of the dig
Scientists unearth, burn, work, bake under sun
Nothing found underground can live forever buried
Mixed together, former human parts with sand, comingling there
Winds grind and blow the bones around about the rocks
Exposed on surface, air turns remnants to powder, so everything is fine
Mirrored in the distances are facts and fiction
Hollow words that fell through cracks
Collapsed with long gone columns
Not so solid at this hour
What stories history could tell us if we reassembled ancient artifacts
Separated them, along with sand and stone and bones
Still on the most wanted list of history
Forgotten and unknown
When you learn that your heroes are demons
And nothing lives up to its promise
And that all this time, you were only dreaming
And there never was such a thing as ‘honest’
Disappointment
Deflation
It’s a saddening situation
So screw up the compass
Fire the brand
Keep setting the course for sturdy land
But don’t look to me for navigation,
Ye sailors of the drowning heart
When that whale of your loss outwits you
And you’re hobbled and crippled, not a leg to stand on
May your friends be there when it suddenly hits you
There's at least one post you can abandon
(Called life)
Disappointment
Deflation
It’s a maddening situation
So screw up the compass
Fire the brand
Keep setting the course for sturdy land
But don’t look to me for navigation,
Ye sailors of the drowning heart
When the sails of clarity cease to guide you
Or protect you from the swirls of Sirens,
There’s this stubborn and strange little fire inside you
With the patience of saints and the pride of lions
Set your moral compass
And fire the brand
Keep setting the course for sturdier land
But don’t look at me for navigation,
Ye sailors of the drowning heart
Mama
Free Verse
The parasol was broken by nature
The old leaf had fallen off from the tree
Rain flooded our bed
Sadness overwhelmed every one
When we looked at each other
Tears roll down from our eyes
If we have problems, who are we going to consult
Who will give us pieces of advice we needed most
We love you so much mom
No one could replace you in our heart
But we promise we will live by your words
We will be strong, intrepid, courageous as we must
In the " Eternal Garden " where you laid to rest
Is just temporary resting place
Someday we will see you in the promised land
Where hardship, tears and death will never be experienced.
!!!!!!!! We love you so much mom !!!!!!
I live in a magical forest
Tall ferns greet me on the east
Along with frothy Queen Anne’s lace
And a purple lilac tree with dainty blossoms
I live in a beautiful forest
With a snowball bush and an apple tree.
Walnuts drop onto my driveway
Trees hiding me from the neighbors
I live in a mystical forest
Deer come nearly to the house to eat my flowers
Foxes and wolves merrily prance around,
Raccoons and opossums are on my porch nightly
I live in an amazing forest
Cardinals, robins, and wrens fly in
Overhead I see hawks and eagles.
There is a marsh to the east of me.
I live in a wonderful forest
Fifty years ago this land was known as Indian Village
The Wyandotte tribes pitched their tents here in the summer
And planted wild iris that still grows with wild daisies and wild strawberries.
I live in a magical forest.
Was It Worth It?
Where did it go?
I knew so many that had the passion
Protests against government abuse
Refusing to live without questions
Why do men have to die in a war to conquer others?
Guns, bullets and death for an extra acre of land
All coming from the desire of one man
A man who plays God
Sending the young to fight for him
Dying for him in fields a half a world away
Did he have a choice whether to fight or not?
Why did the government send him that piece of paper?
Who decided that he was the one to go?
Did he even know that Vietnam was a country?
He left right after school
Never able to find out about life or love
Now, his blood stains a small patch of land
Worthless land on the edge of a rice paddy
What did the man in Washington gain from his death?
Did he even know the young man died?
He doesn’t care
He got his small piece of land
The five inches where the boy died
Was it worth it?
Was it worth a young man losing his life?
Ask the man in Washington
Ask the government the people elected
Ask the family who buried their son on a Tuesday
Everyone should ask of every young man killed to fight a war
Was it worth it?
FIRST MEN TO LAND ON MOON
We were returning from space
To colonise would become a race
Over population is bound to come
Moon or mars would become home for some
Tension was mounting high
I didn’t hear my companion sigh
History was been recorded
Would we survive to be rewarded
Almost a fait accompli
We were hurtling towards the sea
Our mission must not now fail
I nervously adjusted my mask to inhale
First men to land on moon
Reporters would write, very soon
But first the big splash
Let’s not be rash
Neil and I were alert
Politeness was trivial, we were curt
Stand by for countdown, copy me
Minutes later we were in the sea
Men helped us out
Proud of us not doubt
Some could only gape
Astounded we’d arrived ship shape
The people began to cheer
Not having lived our fear
We thought of our future fame
And revelled in it once again!
Ive seen Skies light up my mind with interludes of lightning so breathtaking
that the aftershock of the Thunder served as a reminded to breath
Its power and beauty danced along the background of a shadowy mountain horizon
While the lightning rods glowed with anticipation in the distance enticing the Sky to join the
earth
and the deluge of an afternoon storm set to the time of nature
Woken and slept beside the land twith its wide open Veld
Sat under a warm sun and day dreamed of a childhood i could scarcely remember
Ive seen a mountain fire into light , turn night into day
and thanked the lord to wake the next day
Built a fire so bright it did the heavens ignite
Stood beneath a frozen waterfall glistening at midway point
surrounded by sunshine rays through canopy roof and thick undergrowth
Ive listened to the sound of the natives scurrying beneath the twigs and betwixt the rocks
patiently praying upon there next bounty and pondering whence to pounce
The roar of the night so positively piercing the dim overcame my inhibitions
and the hairs on the back of my neck let me know tonight my heart was alive and that sleep
would fail
Ive scattered ashes to prosperity on a view so panoramic God himself would have blushed
Lived my fathers dream and boy the things we as a family have seen
and to the best friends i have met who i will never forget,
All of these things i have seen and have sensed under African Sunset Skies !!! .
6.
Arlaghs, once more ready to advance,
this could be their final chance,
to turn, for them, the battle fought,
to destroy the mortal, they had sought.
yet now, know this would not be.
mortals would this day be free,
from the darkness across the plain,
blood was shed away, by tears of pain.
The Dark Man helped upon his feet,
this battle scene is now complete,
Turvehr, he is now by his side,
now, there is no place to hide,
Dark Man helped on back of friend,
now he'll fight until the end,
Arlagh's see the Dark Man near,
once again, their Dark hearts no fear,
One final push, once more into the fray,
tears are falling, human's calling,
as the fight runs too its end,
at Alahsar, that fateful day.
The Tigress, tears fall from her eyes,
she softly says her last goodbyes,
for she knows, at the end of this day,
the Dark Man shall have passed away.
Every eye shall have a tear,
the Arlagh's shaking now with fear,
"Walk In The Light,"
final cry, the Dark Man's call,
repeated now by one and all.
Forward for the final time,
Blood does flow, life's sweetest wine,
Utamol, now in final storm,
slashing, hacking, stabbing home.
Arlagh, now hanging his head,
His fate is written, on blade so red,
still, creatures of night battle on,
as they hear Death's mighty horn.
Life is gone, within battle's storm,
yet still, the Arlaghs battle on,
it is the only way they know,
death facing the foe, the way they must go.
The Tigress, fighting on with such skill,
her sword is thirsty for the kill,
her dance is the dance of Death,
those facing her, take their last breath.
Anger burns deep in her soul,
destroying the dark, her only goal,
She does all a warrior can,
she stays near to her Dark man.
The mists of time can't take away,
the horror felt upon this day,
at this time there is no glorious sight,
Arlagh's dispatched to their land of night.
battle over now, all mortals cheer,
except for the one crying sorrow's tear,
no more shall they be together,
Dark Man's dead body sits on Turvehr.
Cheers of victory are slowly muted,
agony of the heart, is better suited,
mortals fall upon their knees,
the Joy within their hearts, does freeze.
Many times the saviour of this dreamland,
he has made his final stand,
the tears of all begin to fall,
the Carynx has blown, one last, mighty call.
To Be Continued..........