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Matriarch Divine

Berceuse was of the hummings I did hear
next to the breast of a matriarch so fair.
Born was a maternal love beyond sheer;
tainted,never to be,endless for our share.
Thus,incessant is your wisdom of life
that I continue to apply with my days.
Those were the filial times of my life:
neonate-joie de vivre to present phase.
And so we remain in such felicity,
never to be aberrant from our hearts.
Trial of me in my own iniquity
never diminished the love that mother imparts.
Harsh changes in time have only found us
with timely endeavors,and we prevailed!
My mother,who can deny and discuss
(as dare one baring zucchetto or veil)
that you are not a saint within the eyes
of hearts you showed kindness to throughout your life?
Yes it is true of this poem's imply
that you'll forbear the worst of pangs and strife.
There is not enough words,nor stanzas to
express all the love that keeps teeming within.
With paramount sincerity,"I dearly love you."


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Perturbations of Nuances

I avoid the light that invades the space of the windows
because it perturbs the nuances of my thoughts:those
frigid sepulchral memories of yesteryears' love lying
uniformly beyond a damp partition of consciousness,trying
to escape as a means of a venerable excuse for me to 
decimate this flesh and soul which gives residence to
those effulgent ponders that waver restlessly and tangent
upon the structure of the optimists' creed that was bent
from capricious minds and hypomanic-states to which nothing
states of the verities of the now abysmal dolor which rings
through my heart with incessant intonation of a melody
that schlepps through my senses in remoteness of euphony
which springs forth from mouths of angels vocalizing of their
freedom.And within those octaves I hearken of the loss
of my freedom which I once embraced in the solitude
that abraded piquancy of vibrant day,having worn it away
to evince the cold moments of paltry existence when those
unawakened fleeting thoughts(which are semblable to windows
of graves)allow no memory of yesteryears' love bereft
to evade,and no glint of light to invade the eyes of death.

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Isla of Love

Levity from the pain of a love that was never meant to be
within the portrait of our fillial destiny
was what you granted to me while wanting nothing in return
but affinity of hearts for the lesson of love to earn
such moments when we descry our children laughing in warmth
of sun;orchestrating celebration of marriage to flesh and air;
of God's revery upon their souls for us to share
through grace of senescence until our final breaths are taken
for to breathe eternal life into our souls within a world
where the entity of love capitulates our force amidst His embrace.


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Immured

Verily,here,is awaited fate.
I,artificer of that which immures me,
am befuddled by such hands that abate
and augment 'mid its trice mellifluously.

There is no such animal as time
thrashing at one's mind
with its keen ungual;
ravishing ponder to despondent wonder.

Hobbles and fetters of sullen hue
embellish the aura of my silhouette.
Verily,here,there is penance due
for the catharsis of my soul's etiquette.

Amongst miserable ululation
from pederasts and recalcitrant knaves,
I hearken my own lamentation,
And to my heart's resound I am but a slave.

There is no such animal as fate,
laden on one's pate
with heft of loathsome beast;
ravaging blunder to a roseate ponder.

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Concealed Is My Love

Can it be so my only love
has me but to cherish a memory,
rather than to place me above
any heart that has ever set her free?
I take the final place of last
amid prizes of her loves she has won.
Might I interpret that all amassed
is despondent to the quotient of none.
Yet,careless is her soul that roams
long,beseeching that which is heaven-sent.
Frivolous;marks her quest unknown
for a glowing love,time renders unfervent.
If she looks behind her I shall be
true acolyte upon the brink of her past.
Beyond a love's ululate decree
she will hearken and see a love meant to last.


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The Escorting

My poems have blissfully escorted me
through the gamut of seasons,
having afforded me not the sensations
of their individual touch.

I stand worlds away from the blustering 
wind that shudders the meekest of boughs.
My hopes quaver along with their stammering vows
falling from my lips like fronds from a tree.

And such are the leaves that greet decay.
And such are the promises to myself
that become aberrant from their purpose
along destiny's ever altering way.

May the season of love sensate my heart
and breathe into my repine a breath
of everlingering sustenance and depth.

The wintry wind blows wretched and bold
with no whisper of love to be for now
in the background of the strident sound
it creates sweeping through this snow-laden town.

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Just Cause

Does the moments apart from our warm embrace
pour forth tears from your eyes such as the despondent swell
pangfully giving rise from mine as I see your face
burning the sullen walls of my mind where I choose to dwell?

Such a burden of sadness we must surely endure
until joyful wrinkles from our desirous lips
form the cradles for tears of bliss to evoke the cure
we shall achieve when our eyes meet through separation's mist.

The poisonous growth of fear shall no longer cause
me to fall against the tides of self destruction.
Swaddled in reassuring hold from your arms is just cause
to declare an inner peace from our love's salvation.

Existing in suffrage is a penance that I must pay
for the catharsis of my soul's etiquette which will
lead to the maturity of heart and mind that will stay
beside you so to vanquish the dread that life instills.


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Querulous Soul

What is the reason for thoughts coming to mind;
most if which foment the feeling of being left behind
on an island of bewilderment,longing for the extrinsic
things in life that leave the heart to beseech God in
such a humble manner as to:are these the facets that my
soul needs to thrive? Is it so true that all sustaining
here is purely conceived to die? Dear Lord what is
the true meaning of all this packing and tucking of
good deeds and loving into a vessel that is ill-equipped to fly.
One can only catechize oneself as to:will all of this be recognized?
And so we imbibe the doctrine of blind faith while roaming
the land blind to beliefs because of all that is advertized.
We expand the soul,stretching it for a love to embrace the aura
of that which is serene and warm,pure to the soul's
force within the moment it dilates to become as one
with all that once thrived;clinging to its mass within
the unaware waiting of God's final breath to drift an
aglutinated force into the abyss of eternity and perhaps
arriving to the halidom where universes and time coalesce to elapse.

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Final Charade

They stand in rows of silent glory,
awaiting accord's humble return.
Absent are words from the soldier's story.
As for their homes,they often yearn.

Along the lines of thunder and death,
a mission takes them to the hills.
From the moment they draw their last breaths,
sustenance of life receives its will.

Within the ground with their eyes on sites,
their nights are held restless from fear.
They choke on memories blossomed with pride,
holding pictures blemished with repine's tears.

Distortions of light which make for the day
marches them to a desolate place.
Amidst the madness they sha'n't lose their way
while eyes rove for hint of a malign face.

Lost in righteousness they sit and mourn
as the days schlep on for a cause.
Their vestures of wounds are ripped and torn
while the hot wind pierces their flaws.

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Destiny's Grasp

Though the curse of death decays my flesh
and rots my bones within.
Nothing on this earth shall quell the vibrancy
of my soul's gentle vim.
And for you my love I open my soul wide
to release all of that which is love.
May the moment of death come soon,granting
freedom to my heart from the pangs it endures longing
for the warmth of your embrace to remove
from me the coldness of the loss of love.
Only of you,and of no other have I
felt the fury of destiny's grasp.
The night closes in upon this wintry day
and leaves me open to thoughts of us when
we were young and breathless to our kiss.
I close my eyes and gently force the tears that
form behind imagining that you care for me.
And it is within that moment that the power
of destiny's grasp brings your mind to gather
around what was and what shall never be.