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Nostalgia's Night's Dreams

I love your sun brazen skin, 
Short, free hair black as coal, 
  Contrast in the eyes, the whites 
Are white and brown surrounds 
The pupils: eclipse brightened nights. 

Off to work you’d slave many days
When we would weary wave you away:
  Bye, we said. Down cherry run road,
   The gravel crunch told us you’d go. 
  Late eve, off clock, then you’d roll home, 
 Tumble inside, grope your alarm, 
And slumber try. In your arms fly more, or 
Squeeze your thigh, if only I had known. 
   I didn’t cling to you alone. I had then been 
An innard° kid, caring only about my own.                  Inwardly self-occupied 
  But with prudence, paternal piety stowed, 
Thereafter, I humor friends, I feel your grin.-
Although I miss you now, I have you, somewhat.
   I see with your eyes, I tighten your smile, 
Your facial hairs on me grow in, slow, thin. 
In deep eve, this similar figure’s frame I clutch- 
    This flat frontal image hardly can compile
Your corporeal mold, did man’s-stature-deep soil. 
The hour before, cold press’d lips did recoil.-
But your warmth often touches my mind, 
 Your eyes watch mine in this bedside picture, to 
   Restore as many memories I can find.
 I will, with mind’s eye’s cognizance, 
   Imprint on my thoughts co-presence, which
 Dreaming, flings me through time to you.

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A Hopeless Lament

Oh Veracious One! We knew about You 
And we despised You. How we resolved 
To disobey You and Your words
   In all possible ways. How could we foresee 
That to love You was the predicate 
For storing goodness throughout our lives?
That in You was the life we would desire
   If we did not hate You? How could we know 
That transgression against He who made
All things good would be our chains
In the darker places? Our jaws ache and burn
    From their clenching, our eyes blur ceaselessly,
For many waters pour forth, and yet in all of this
    Our cries are not heard.

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I Am But Dust, a Man

I am but dust, a man, haughty eyes will but do me in
And more when I gaze hours stark on my own work ‘pon fin’. 
-Heights now I’ve reached, and skies I’ve seen- just a speck below. 

He knows he’s peak’d past surprised feats when God him on low deck stows. 
‘Tis not for man to reach such heights, and claim his own how-know! 
Down goes the man past where he’s been until his pride’s pride goes. 
And for all this- ‘tis still High’s right to make him. Even’s right to break ’im.

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Desire Death Doth the Weak

Desire death do those with weakness, 
    For present circumstances. 
To climb the face of life is meekness: 
    Behold all of God’s chances. 

With calloused hands in deep gray nooks, it’s meek to climb. 
     To rest is one step next to death,
       Not rest from work, but rest to dwell  
        In furlongs of failures, for faith is forgiven. 
     Because these burdens bring expectations 
No earthly man nor woman could fell. 

 So, lest the hungry rocks below be fed, 
Grapple north! Nerve lazy ligaments! 
   Long not nervous eyes on bottom bed, 
Gripping vocal chords cry loud instruments! 

   Like the slimy kinds of wriggling worm 
  Is rottenness inside our being, 
Oh, I am most aware. 
   Bite lying tongues and spring new form
  By blood (the Spirits bringing)
‘Fore Heaven’s royal chair. 

He purposed you to not dwell and fall
 And spite His gift He gives for all, 
Nor long loathe innard selfish stall
 That kills again all-died-for men.
Hoist those bones and pray- amen.

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Creamy-Porridge Skies

The creamy-porridge skies 
Gave us drizzle at noon 
  The sun’s drooping violet 
Palette squinted over the hills
And hid there, for the clouds 
Were annulling her will.
   
   At one the rain shifted its weight 
To white withering gloom,
With haste warmed to puddles 
Which watered the walk
Sustaining the blade’s colored 
Green-gray fluttering stalks
Which lashed in the wind 
As a whip’s cracking cord 
Snaps like lighting strikes 
Who writhe from the Lord 
With cries of agony found alone 
In those troubled with toil
And so sunk their roots 
Deep down the soggy brown soil.

   Thus, the bleak flat land 
Has been deprived of defense 
To be destroyed ‘til the freak 
Winds hush and relent.

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Hallowed Trees

How many have written 
A poem or sonnet
About birds chirps
Or crows caws? 

 But, on a sanctifying stroll 
I passed many leafless branches, 
Filled with twig bowls. 
  And at that moment heard it

         The chorus

Blessing is the air 
 Caught in my ear
Sparrows responded
 After their kind,
 A bird babe’s whine 
Makes a heart tinder
Flames burned 
  Until composure.

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Ah- Snow

Precipitate so white! 
What shivering delights!
Cool blankets ‘pon the brim, 
Though much more be quite grim, 
God moderates good gifts, 
      Too much makes fools of them 
Who enjoy cold ice drifts.

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A Dilemma

I stand near and peer over 
The face of the chasm of darkness
Deep inside I know two options:
Tell her how I feel and jump-
Sit, wallow wet in tears, and never know.

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7:20 Pm, Travis Lovitt Patio At the Right Pillar

The heavens can’t admire themselves
The spotted clouds, and the opaque wavered clouds
Like a light glide of a brush.
Our Lord gifted us with round eyes
That reflect the heavens
And a mind to ponder all his leavened world

Those chutes of bark and bugs 
Aren’t impressed by themselves;
Their flat or spiky leaves or truck wide trunk
That I need tools to fell.
The Almighty handed us fingers 
To clench and sift and grip
And the air the flowers leaven

This concrete is flat and hard
I’m used to sitting here and becoming 
Numb, in my rear,
While I spend my time like hard earned cash
To bask in what’s given free

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A Warm Glance Through a Cold Window

By wax and comfort I recess
    With smooshed shoulders squeezing betwixt 
The cushions, my gaze imploring 
Those streams which weave the clouds, that they 
 Would gift our drab city kinder 
Weather. For three days’ suns have set, 
   And the third night’s moon now rises. 

Further, the clear walls which withhold
 My inner consciousness, even 
The ones which grasp my mortal form
   Permit that my sight be loosed on 
   Only the colder things outside, 
Which when approached grow more solemn, 
   Until the fiery sun gives
That gift of sweet, sweet free hot breeze. 

Oh- to partake in His fullest 
Sunlight brought blessings packed with heat
Which soaks past my pores and into
    The deeper man, giving him what
Energy he needs to survive 
Another weary winter, to 
Grow old outside the walls. Again
  I dispose to wanderings and 
A warm glance through a cold window.