sometimes it weighs me down
as if existence wishes me spent
useless and no longer essential
you walk through the door
and i have every reason
why my existence is animated
those dark eyes that hold another universe
who invite in every constellation i am
every time i think of you
i am atlas shrugged
in your given hand, the strength
a magnetism strengthening my iron core
a calm hysteria enveloped in a devoted plasma
where doves flock with eagles
the skies above Eden alive again
an existence beyond ever denying
love has humbled me
the knight upon one knee
the deepest of respect, loyalty
where my lips never consume enough
of the anatomy you are
where water spouts appear
fated to perish in the calm seas
of those dark eyes you wear
the other universe where i found
the heaven you are
Oregon 9/21/26
I wish to thank fellow poet Nine Dragons whose poem My Faerie Queen, Pt1 inspired the lines on the kneeling knight.
Arising out of
The primordial poet
The poetry soup
It's not what evolves
As each writer creates on
Tabula rasa
Like a phoenix does
Dancing in the skies above
Using silly words
Like spelling goop in
A bowl of poetry soup
Alpha and beta
And rising out of
The poetry soup, a group
Best quill and inkers
Though black waves strike with scorn and bitter might,
Look to the Lighthouse on the shore, so tall and bright.
And though the night seems scary, without end,
Faithfully look to Him, your God, your loving Friend.
Though stones and boulders block your path today,
And friends of old have turned and gone astray,
Look to the Path that leads to the skies above,
And never cease to love with endless, godly love.
And though the mountain climb is steep and hard at times,
Look ahead to God; to Him, you turn your eyes.
If tears are many and your wing is broken,
Jesus heals the wound—trust in Him and always sing!
Through every trial, He is the Lord Most High,
who hears your prayer, your whisper, and your cry.
He’ll answer in His time; He never disappoints.
No harm shall come to those He calls His own, to those whom He anoints.
Let many roar like lions, wanting to cause you pain;
Their power now is but a simple breeze, a fleeting breath in vain.
The storm is ending; see the rainbow’s hue:
“I am the Truth,” God softly whispers now to you.
In the high winds of summer
there are wild birds who soar,
and the ones who dive deep
to retrieve what they need.
In the clear skies above
our birds reach new heights;
They bring back all the seeds
and scatter them for all to feed.
When we sought a new world,
We looked courageously to the skies above,
To create an atmosphere of love
Where man could see and simply live.
When we sought a new world,
We scorned and laughed at the hate they bore,
The many troubles of hidden agonies,
And the daring competitions of life.
The man I know is not one of cruelty or hate,
But a man of genuine integrity and pride,
A man of virtue, with an eagle’s pride.
When Obi was a boy,
He played at hide and seek,
But now, in the new world we sought,
He is a man who lives for others.
Draw the sword to the heart of man,
Gaze at his face with lifted eyes
There, only sorrow you will find,
Hidden for a thousand generations.
The strong, independent fellow,
Who lives for his fellow man,
Who ignores his pain.
He barters his happiness for a flower’s smile.
~
I gazed at the stars, every shimmer and shine,
danced with a tree frog or two
Laughed at the worries I once thought were mine,
thanking the sun for the view
Walked down a pathway of evergreen song,
harmonies drift on the breeze
Noticed the night didn't last all that long,
putting the morning at ease
Called out in whispers quite soft, all the while,
dandelions slept on the hill
Saw my reflection was wearing a smile,
there in the waters so still
Wished on a clover, its leaves counted four,
tinted by blue skies above
Life is a dream holding good things in store,
finding my favorite is love
~
The skies above are clear of human hate,
They don't know temples, churches, or mosque gate.
The birds that fly from branch to foreign land ,
Don't carry holy wars inside their hand.
They sing one song, a language of the wind,
Their faith is in the worms they hope to find.
No borders etched in prayer to keep them bound,
No dogma in the nesting spots they've found.
We split the earth with concepts of our soul,
Then turn on brothers, breaking every whole.
But if the sky had chosen sides to keep,
Its clouds would split, and even stars would weep.
If feathers had a colour , creed or name,
The air we breathe would surely burst to flame.
No gentle rain would nurture life from seed,
But drops of red to satisfy our greed.
A final, bloody from clouds above,
Proving our God is surely not just Love.1
As the sun awakens over the trees
Its beauty shineth upon the jagged sharp rocks lay upon the dry path thirsty for salvation.
Birds too are perched upon a sole tree branch of no leaves to give it color in thus time of spring..no songs of joy no blue skies above as the time of spiritual dryness is upon me.
As I look upon the water of healing, as the rocks are transformed by the rivers current shaping their jagged sides, the birds are beginning to sing, Heavens skies have opened up, a steady sunshine shower soaks us in HIS repentance of GRACE..
As I look up,
A lone eagle has landed in the tree, seeking a resting place as to partake in the feast only GOD can provide, a pike fish sacrificed itself as to feed HIS creatures, as too my SOUL is renewed.
My feet I soak in Christ running brook, for it was by Jesus blood and water that we HIS children must drink and HIS body to live with HIM for eternity..
My life is not mine but For HIM.. I love you Jesus with all my heart.
I deny myself as to carry my Cross and follow YOU.
Dear Ancient Well,
what can your wisdom
possibly tell
about that marble guy
for whom every lady
her soul would likely sell?
Upon them he'd cast a spell,
turning their bodies into cold stone,
a crystal clear marble
reflecting the skies above.
"Oh dear, my love,
I'm bound to say farewell,
for I, forever and ever,
will belong to hell."
That's what he'd always tell
right after casting his spell
beside his beloved ancient well.
A twisted tale,
picturing a lad
so cold and yet so frail:
his gaze so unfazed,
yet his clothes quite jaded.
"How could someone not fail
in the attempt to rescue me
from my own mental jail?"
Many answers had yet to be found,
for he was still trapped and question-bound:
"Where is the love of my life?
Someone who'll succeed
to make my cry,
and smile
and feel alive?"
"Is it that outlandish,
for this marble heart of mine,
to desire a rainbow princess as a bride?
Sweet and pink in her attire,
though with a demeanour so wild,
she’d fight against all odds
to stay by my side,
knowing, deep inside her heart,
that she'll never expire."
DEPTHS OF SANITY
65
The creature crawls in front of me From the darkest depths of sanity His silence takes her by surprise The creature breaths his mouth is dry
Numbing fingers claw the ground Creature creeping all around From the darkest depths of sanity The darkest depths of sanity
A girl whos love for me is true Brings prophecies She listens to the words I say And lies so far so far away
Speaking scriptures that of love His eyes so blue as skies above Look into these eyes of blue She bleeds, she mates, shes there for you From the darkest depths of sanity The darkest depths of sanity
Her voice, her look, her seductive ways Drawling creature from his caves The creature walks he shakes the ground Sensing beauty all around She writes, she shouts, she goes in sane Creature crawling through her vein
Love for creature not for me The darkest depths of sanity The darkest depths of sanity
I Walk Into The Fire to be One with the Flames
and by the Heat of Causation, I Liberate
Ever - So Valiant, where there Is Stagnation there is No Sword
Onward I Triumph, Inward I Transform
by Negation, there is No Hope
by Faith, I find a Way, and by The Way I Go
Up the High Roads beyond High Hopes
I Am Unfettered, Unshackled, Reposed
I Burn Bright, for Light is Thy Inheritance
to Skies Above, I Glide up the Riptide of Elements
Ever-Soaring, never cease in Adversities
above the lesser we are all Robed in Solar Lucidity,
we all come from source, Tap Into The Light Soul
I Am Truth Glistening in Light Codes,
I Am Luminous like Emerald Stones
treading with the Inner Congregation of Flow,
I Am Heliacal, Ever-Upward is Thy Great Song
I Walk Into The Fire and become The Sun, Thus is where I belong
Cloudy skies confetti the earth with white snowflakes:
Harbingers of excitement and sweet sugar cakes.
Ringing church bells peal, blessing Jesus' birthday while
Icicles hang from eaves in an ornate display.
Santa Claus and his reindeer will take flight tonight,
To deliver gifts to all the good boys and girls.
Mommies and daddies are all smiles and hugs of love,
As youngsters eagerly search the skies above, and
Soon, their yawns yield to dreams of Rudolph's shiny nose.
Elves will fill Santa's magical bag with toys, and
Virtually overnight, Santa will visit
Every house in town: bringing Christmas cheer to all.
The mountain stands, so tall and grand,
A silent vigil, on the land;
It does not claim the skies above,
Nor drives away the birds of love;
It weathers storms, invites the breeze,
And hosts creatures beneath its trees.
She is, a bonnie sweet Lass
Born of Scotland Campbell & Roberts
Heather is her name
Of Crimson royal blue
On the cliffs of Mull of Kintyre
In the midst of the sea
She sings a song , a song of a storm a storm , a shanty
Deep on the green cliffs , the Mull of Kintyre
She sings a song , a song of storm , the heavens on fire
Her love burns amongst the ferns the fire within her heart , a passion to protect her loved ones with hope for her brave heart
She flys high up towards the blue skies above the mountains that part,
She is a bonnie sweet Lass
Born of Scotland Campbell and Roberts
“Give me my glasses”…..
Mark Twain (Samuel Langhorne Clemens)
aged 74 who immediately after died of a heart attack
There it comes and here I go
the Halley’s comet streaming past
millennium's of existence,
glowing in the dark skies above
Mississippi, like the day it did when
I was born. Stories, fables and laughs
and all! Now it is my final call! The comet waits
with its chariot of haze and glows, but it
has room for just one more,
I shall journey with it past the galaxies,
for millions of years, through eternity, before I get
another call- to be something that nature
may choose. Right now just give me the glasses,
so I can survey the skies for my travel pass,
to re-enter that domain of eternal preservation,
leaving my mortal cask to merge with earth,
but my heart shall resonate with Tom and Huckle,
their joys and pranks worth a chuckle,
while I make my way to the stellar state,
and in there, no life, no death, no fate.
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