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Here comes the dawn
of a thoughtful Mourn.
Month of the desecrated demise
of a Monumental personage.
Unpleasant feels beclouds the air
I consume,
My structure reconciles itself
to the dreadful wake of the dawn.
Hushed his grief within,
As though He counts it less.
Burdened the hearts become.
For the weight tears apart within.
Boundary with her,
Was the sweetness of existence.
In a tick of misery
Hard to lug
Uneasy to let slip
Oh Death where’s thy sting
So fresh is the love of the parted soul
Mourning till an afterlife
In her two gems he rejoices.
As life gives succor.
Though Growth he beckons
For an extended home, before night falls.
Life’s unplayed cards
Relinquishes-daunts my being
Fathoming its depth
Again and again
Glum yet Grateful
For the Supreme One
Alone knows all and the why
We seem still within ourselves.
Three Decades plus Six
Yet I breathe
To make proud
This Monumental Personage.
Light falls soft against my heart
Pouring joy through my soul
Preparing me to give with a love
That is more alive than the thought
Who breathes a prayer, a plea
For hope that leaves a heart freed
From darkness, despair and dread
Feelings that erase happiness
With a shadow of pain and grief
Coloring dreams in disbelief
Light pours out it’s wispy warmth
Beckoning to my heart, shining
Into the soul who knows He brings
Assurance to the discouraged
Illumination to the depressed
Enlightenment to the distressed
He guides hearts into hopefulness
Sends peace to those who fear
Reminds the silence to sing again
With a love that frees the heart
He fills the mind with gentleness
A tender moment of kindness
Inspiration for all that brings
Wonder to those who praise Him
Light flows down from heaven above
Shimmering with blushing affections
Rising on the Son who is the pure love
Brought alive by His miraculous acceptance
Breathless inspiration cries to the soul
Who knows that God is always in control
He brings the heart a promise of beauty
Only found by the one who listens, eager
To glide into a dazzling dance, a waltz
Of laughter, lasting through the hesitation
From a heart who knows that this gift
Comes from the One who brings us love
This gift of grace is the answer to a prayer
Sent up from a heart who is crying out
For the One who reconciles us to our Father
Brings us an inspiration, a love, like no other!
Whisper's of October
Whispers in this soup bowl
20 minutes after its muse explodes,
Daylight remains nothing more than a dream
Warding off the howling sound in mid-September's stream
Casting a line about a ginger light,
found in the depths of everything
Engaging from the sitting twilight, numb, tranquilized
Exposing and expressing the emotions found within
An attic lost in the Ancient sky ---awaits
A poetic hand is formed ---reaching out
A hissing whisper out of the darkness,
Listen-in, the echoes of October are calling
A halo, that reconciles a mysterious monarch moon
A mono grip in which summons a mysterious voice
of sweet serenity
Poets posting poems along the midnight page
Each poet can compose a poem and mimic free fallen verses,
One might call it a creative craving curse,
Webmaster's whose words speak for themselves
Voiceless-
They feel, and spills the will of idolized ink,
Blind-handed, splitting day from night
Warm whispers, needing no food to consume
Migraines of ink, feeding the soul
Burning Pages, overused pens
They've forgotten the pretty flowers
Living like lions, who never comes out of their dens
Murmuring and devouring, the enigmas of the unknown
Eyes behind a sieve, close tighter than before,
They hide nothing-
A world created from every sky-scrape the wall
Wanting to belong, a trick -or- treat*er in disguise
No friends, everything is pretend
These poets can’t be described, can't be believed
They are the best in what they do
For all you know this poet might be me,
This poet might be you
9/3/14
press ganged or poetry
head on collision with the truth
beheaded by ignorance’s sword
full steam towards censorship
synchronized fabrication
redacted news to follow
blank lines on the page …
medium holds forth a renegade séance
gives head to fine crystal ball bearings
heeds the apt call for intuitive positions
the media retort ‘naïve foolish emotions
we lead up from the front behind centres
of power preserve the necessary status quo’
and yet the joker holds all the cards
seeds subversion rebels reconciles
reason emotion and figurative speech
‘my heart and essence are wide open books
it is not over before a rotund epilogue sings
spines are meant to stand tall and proclaim’
justice’s chant liberation and honesty
realignment of wheels out of control
chorus of critique of outdated lies
rhapsody instead of guillotine
symphonic joy or firing squad
advancement or apathetic arrest
beware of the trap door and deep pitfalls
before you decide which way to proceed
chopped heads or tale ends’ beginnings
... a no brainer unless you vote for demise
Through the faded door of never mind.
Couldn't find the button to rewind.
A lost cause that was left behind.
Two stars that just never aligned.
The what if's stayed where no one looked.
One little taste and then you're hooked.
The pot was boiling but nothing cooked.
Turn off the burner, room's been rebooked.
You walk the aisles browsing the styles.
And then check out as love beguiles.
Succumbing from her gentle wiles.
As you wonder if love reconciles.
The past caught up too late to matter.
There's no one left pitching the batter.
The game's been canceled on account of chatter.
The rules only count for the mad hatter.
I'm going home where no one lives.
I do what I want, no one forgives.
As the meaning wanes with derivatives'.
When the walls and the ceiling leak like sieves.
The past is still calling, the present is stalling.
Tomorrow's creeping, but barely crawling.
Till love come's again to find you falling.
And chances of hope don't end up appalling.
I celebrate my beloved and that which made her
The impassioned supercharged tenderness of her heart
The inexhaustible treasures of warmth and compassion
The strength that in horror retains beauty and clarity
I celebrate her heart. I celebrate her heart.
I celebrate my beloved and her spiritual masters
Leonardo Da Vinci, Monet, Michelangelo, Jesus
Her gentle wisdom, heavenly softness and ethereal majesty
Her mind focused on the exhalted and beautiful
Her unrelenting passion for the eternal
I celebrate her soul. I celebrate her soul.
I celebrate the sun and the earth, the rain and the trees
The cold perfect magnificence of the universe
The enlightened ecosystemic wisdom of nature
The warm luscious gentleness of woman's body
I celebrate the world. I celebrate the world.
I celebrate human will and individuality
The glorious co-creator within the universe
The seeker of justice and knowledge
The craftsman and fountainhead of progress
I celebrate mankind. I celebrate mankind.
I celebrate my beloved, for she contains all that is beautiful
And in her nature, God and civilization produce the most glorious consummation known to man
That reconciles pieces and gives a unified paradise.
Awaken, my soul, to the majesty of the universe.
Awaken, my soul, to the greatness of human spirit.
Awaken, my soul, to the glory of God.
Awaken, my soul, to the beauty of my beloved.
I gaze upon the spectrum of the past in rainbows and oil stains,
The lights dissolve into a sea of colors, of green, blue, and red,
And I fade with them, like a dream slipping away at dawn,
I sigh my words onto the window, a silent poem meeting your gaze.
On nights like this, even breathing becomes a heavy task,
I hold your hand, but in your palms lies the weight of an unyielding war,
You watch me weep the tears of a life, a river of memories,
In a silence that sings the burden of an unspoken farewell.
There must be a way out, a path from the labyrinth of shadows,
Where light reconciles with darkness, and the soul finds peace,
A place where goodbye becomes a gentle whisper, carried by the wind,
And where the heart can learn to beat again, free from the weight of the past.
So I let the rainbow embrace me, to wash my colors clean,
As I move away from the specters that held me captive,
Seeking that corner of the sky where silence embraces hope,
And where parting becomes just a step toward a new day.