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Lew Jay Poem
Spirit
Callous, Potent
Guarding, Welding, Mending
Nurturing our Harrowed Egos
Amidst
Copyright © Lew Jay | Year Posted 2014
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Lew Jay Poem
Here lies my old pal Michael,
His spirit set free by wind,
because the storm which kicked his bucket,
trapped the poor old git within,
A Scotsman by his name,
and a carpenter by trade,
should of built yourself s door mate,
to stop the barn which caved you in.
I love you Bic.
Copyright © Lew Jay | Year Posted 2015
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Spirit flutters down
Yes this path is right for you
wear my love with pride
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Behold! The reaping gantry.
Dusted lungs and coiling flame
Silver pity from his seduction
Serpent shedding no final gain,
A toll to pay your darkness
as she ponders memory lane
light seeping through the shadows
what once was will still remain,
Bleeding sight from all who know me
Shall not quench my unknown pain
As I am dancing with the devil
what once was shall still remain,
I Whisper farewell to last prayers
as the black wolf howls my final tune
from the bagpipes he lays his mystery
now I'm a roving quite like you.
Copyright © Lew Jay | Year Posted 2015
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I lost my mind what a lonely hour
creeping down the stairs of the church bell tower
there aint nobody listening
to a lost birdsong
when the time does come
don't listen for long
Blood red stain of the morning
inside a royal robe of blue
The strangest face of lightning
and a poppy red tea for two
follow my voice,
don't gaze at the moon
insanity takes too long
follow my voice
I'll see you through
no need to lie
there is no truth
take rest take heart
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befallen from transcendence from lake scorched dry no rain
silver due shines with a glisten over a land stricken by her flame
a falling sky so black so empty, reflection timeless from afar
as an abyss of crimson plenty, scattered thought will once remain
oh meander my final lifeline before the cruel cold snap of fate
and i join the souls left empty, behind the shadow of the lake.
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My life once depended on a friendly turn of fate
I hung my lonely lover, with a noose named heavens gate
Your life is menial to me, my friend, my ugly truth
swinging face down from the sunshine
into the darkness I consume
so I send a swarm of blackness
laced with strobes of soundless plea
please know your time is dated
until the day I set you free.
Copyright © Lew Jay | Year Posted 2015
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