Golden sun, the days begin anew,
Morning whispers, painting skies so blue,
Dreams stir gently, hope comes into view,
World awakens, promises mine,
Life’s sweet song forever rings fine.
Shadows creep across the darkened floor,
Moon dances, secrets knock at the door,
Night’s hush settles, stars inviting more,
Velvet night, peace we seek to grasp,
Calmness found within a gold clasp.
Through the seasons, time will always flow,
Petals open, breezes warm and slow,
Stories written, in rain or sun’s glow,
Our trodden paths we learn and hope,
Love’s roots shall always deeply cope.
Our laughter is adrift in breezes,
The heart finds moments that always please,
Kindness is sown, bearing fruit with ease,
Each day cherished, as worries cold,
Grace helps to fulfill lives, be bold.
Your future beckons with dreams to spin,
The journeys wait where courage begin,
All fear dissolves, letting hope rush in,
Chapters written from the cool heart.
Boundless enjoyment shall soon chart.
The gates of Hell are sworn to bore
Ghiberti’s doors that guard their shore.
For who sets fate if truth is tore?
With paths that shine and gleam,
Leaves binds of souls unseen;
From grace I watched her gently fall,
A treacherous path that roots the wall.
Where pride arose where love was small,
My humility stayed,
A hostage left to fade.
Good intentions poured as stone,
This walkway hardened, now my own.
Paradise by man we've known,
Life doubts the gilded lies,
While truth within it blinds.
An angel came with wings of wind,
A blessing soaked in pains unhinged.
Attention traced through sins, we grinned.
I listened, voice restrained,
Still trembled when set aflame.
Foolishly, I tried to start,
Belief held firm within my heart.
Deceived by pretense from our start,
God selects a tool,
To reward a fool.
The truth we chase remains unseen,
Through gates of Hell with skies serene.
Our hearts endure the in-between.
What a rhythm to find if these gates still remember me.
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(Apologies, I could not find an option for cinqopet or iambic tetrameter, so labeling as rhyme)
Syncopated Soul
Voices of reason transfixed by treason, a heart murmurs in the cold
Echoes of depletion of a heart in lesion, a face in the mirror gets old
The love escaped and ravenously raped, a tired tear turns to mold
Where darkness dwells and sorrow swells, walking with a blindfold
Life a drowning drain of a punitive pain, a wailful lost in a whirlpool
With a destiny in detain a sacrificial stain, a transposable trivial tool
Shadows of silence in deific defiance, a master and his menial mule
Where winds are rampant and emotions fragment, a cunning cruel
I’ve always known and often shown, existence of a fermented futile
As I stand alone a despondent drone, spewing words a crying crucial
Idol illusions of seditious seclusions, my thoughts begin to be fruitful
Standing at the edge of time a new paradigm, a poetic pensive pupil.
Music by Sinamore~'Frozen Mile'
Sept.11.2018
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Every color that I had in me
Has fallen to my feet
My ununited hands
Intervowen with your doubts
Your words were moving through me
as if they were mute hands of the clock
from a challenge to use a random set
of unconnected words in a poem)
The syncopated rhythms of my
infatuation with you have left
an indelible mark
on my metrical heart.
I am M'Adam to your "Y'ves,"
biting into the luscious apple of temptation,
while Lust, with his pitchfork,
prods us from behind.
Related and Syncopated
There are things which are related
While also some which are syncopated
And right on time being in the grove
Creating an experience which will move.
Music and poetry are highly related
And can be considered as consolidated
Which will end up in complete unison
And then end up starting over again.
Eventually your mind always does grow
And you will end up being in the know;
So you should read my poems and digest
To determine which one is the best.
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