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Everything
points to something
the many to the one
Everyone
liege to someone
with fealty’s bow restrung
Everywhere
started somewhere
whose map undrawn curates
Every song
birthed in silence
—where voices incubate
(The New Room: September, 2023)
It echoes as if it is a tomb
This once upon enlightened room
The chalk and dust are so long gone
The faces of friends became undrawn
She too, my other, is no longer around
The leaves of lore are colored brown
Always I look but I cannot find
The busy stranger erasing my mind
The Map Undrawn
Written in the snow,
by angels...
made from the bodies,
of the innocent.
The way to heaven...
is seen,
fleeting in its passing,
like a dream.
Unquestioned,
by the faithful.
Celebrated,
by the hopeful,
ever thankful.
His mercy!
Prayerful,
and diligent
the remnant remain.
Let the ringlets be,
Our amulets are flambé,
Splash the rum in the ocean,
Brash your heart to glean,
Burghal of the stunted inamorato,
Sensational swain knocking the blistering moderato,
Reveal into my arms,
Sheal the harms,
Heal the rainstorm charms,
Predawn our attachment,
Wiredrawn the moment,
Undrawn the maladjustment,
I love you ardently,
You, truelove diffidently.
Footprints
yet to be made
undo a pristine winter shore.
Nothing for neap tide to make undone
in a lorn quarter moon.
Do not dance me in shimmers off
moonlit incoming wake.
My hands are empty and yours
undrawn.
My feet are numb with tardy
and
Time
has shown itself
without pity.
Heartbeats are counted and written
in the Book.
Dear God, let them be mine.
Not yours.
Walking in the cold void,
Armies retreating in paranoid...
Families living in pride,
Flag honouring the patriotic souls...
Medals of honour for the call of duty.
Cold War marking the momentum,
Pearl harbour in the backdrop...
World War warning the after war...
Soldiers abandoning their rifles,
Survivors muffle the scuffles...
United Nations hoisting peace,
United we are,
Undrawn the divisions...
All honor to him who shall win the prize,
The world has cried for a thousand years,
But to him who tries and fails and dies,
I give great honor,glory and tears.
Oh, great is the hero who wins a name,
But greater many and many a time,
Some pale-faced fellow who dies in shame,
And lets God finish the thought sublime.
And great is the man with a gun undrawn,
And good is the man who refrains from wine,
But,the man who fails the thought sublime,
Lo! he's the twin brother of mine.
All honor to him who shall win the prize
The world has cried for a thousand years
But to him who tries and who fails and dies
I give great honor and glory and tears.
O great is the hero who wins a name
But greater many and many a time
Some pale-faced fellow who dies in shame
And lets God finish the thought sublime.
And great is the man with a gun undrawn
And good is the man who efrains from wine
But the man who fails the thought sublime
Lo! he is the twin-born brother of mine.