For when life's journey ends, I'll at last die;
and won't be sad (for I'll be old and glad)
because I gave my very best reply
to God by praising him though I went mad.
Now, I pray daily to be God's chos'n light.
In spirit, with Him, I make communion:
light candles, burn incense, to spark the night;
and call His presence to bless our union.
Pure, naked, unblemished, I know the Word.
In inspired scripture, I'm joined with His flesh;
with verse, I wield His powerfully sharp Sword,
to let the Waters of Life flow afresh
in measures and rhymes for this testament:
The one I love, the King of Kings, the Rose
(of this poem that inspires my sentiment)
of Sharon from Song of Songs, whom I chose!
Categories:
reconceived, christian, faith, first love,
Form: Rhyme
Making love to my memory
each tryst redefined
Perfection recaptured
reenvisioned sublime
Forever unwavering
all pain reconceived
The future rekindled
—my heart’s reverie
(Dreamsleep: July, 2022)
Categories:
reconceived, love, memory,
Form: Rhyme
And under the deep sorrow of my heart
There is a deeper happiness beneath
Though neither can be measured on a chart
The sorrow in my breast cannot be taught
But human beings each discover grief
Underneath the centre of our hearts
Sorrow is no fish that can be caught
Acceptance,toleration may relieve
Though neither can be measured on a chart
The happiness below the dark unsought
This feeling is surprising but believe
It’s underneath the sorrows of the heart
From our love and loss a self is wrought
As if our self must first be reconceived
Nothing can be measured on a chart
Trust the darkness, for Love is no thief
And neither does it ever want deceit
Feeling joy and sorrow in my heart
No life or love is measured on a chart
Categories:
reconceived, allusion, grief, happiness,
Form: Villanelle
Like I single note played to perfection she sings my soul to life.. Every time I reminisce of
the echoes’ that do play in my mind, like the melody of a sweet tune sang to a deaf man
to have his hearing reconceived by the sound of her glorious voice that do sound the
laughter’s of a thousand angels each time she speaks. So please do not be silent but
remain smiling while you stare into my being with those eyes that remain the source of
light for the stars that these pilgrimage fools pass by and trade glory for beauty. It is
these quiet times that my heart ponders away with its own dreams even though we
share you and my mind seem to always go together until I can only find you in my dreams
Categories:
reconceived, girlfriend-boyfriend, romance, sound, sound,
Form: Carpe Diem
Knee-bones sunk in wet twilight soil,
Welded hands in pagan prayer,
Stones sacrificial once draped in blood
And ghosts of what was slaughtered there.
Hear the beseeching winds of time
Carry the words from lips a-trembling,
Usher the arcane dichotomy aloft,
Ciphers of thought from a mind dissembling.
When all of faith and hope expire
Along with the dogma of Christian sons,
Primitive pharmacy, druidic roots
Hurl prayers unto the ancient ones.
Hear, oh keepers of the stones,
Sentinels of the charnel ground,
Return to me the source of grief,
Return her to me unbound.
Lightning cracked and thunder drummed,
The old gods awoke, reconceived,
A prayer to the ancients, fire and bone,
By their black souls received…
Categories:
reconceived, death, devotion, faith, loss,
Form: Verse