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Seth Malloy Poem
What is Love?, but the transporter of the Spirit
Neither Fair or Foul the Truth of it is that we Fear It
When a woman of young age doth see what she desires
No heed nor helm in many a realm will cease her heart to conspire
When a Boy of Mid-spring doth find his heart leaps
A sure depth charge will not sink his Spirit
no matter how much of his life it will seep.
When a Lady of wisdom feels a warmth at her doors
With lean and eye she may search deeper for more
When at last convinced that the warmth is now welcome
She opens the door to embrace the heat and finds herself well done.
The Man of peppered hair all but wound from steel wool
Has found an Affection a usefulness becoming what he once wield
a Tool
See fit to fend off folly by standing his home bound
to find himself a pushed over hoe and fallen to ground
A Woman's desire I have been told is found in security
But with so many tales of reckless Love I find that truth to be insanity
The Truth of Love is that it is a Transport of Spirit
No matter the reason or treason of Flesh
The Heart doth live wherever Love keeps it's Chest
What is Death?, but a Transporter of the Soul
A bookkeeper the grim reaper no bones just cold
Created of same maker for which we are composed
Why shiver at night except for the chill?
A stranger to warm blood? Doth cringe at the reel?
So willing to wrestle yet biting the bait,
bound to ebb and flow since when water did break
Although unknown we bemoan the truth
After we die Death transports us while aloof
Nothing lost nor gained only a chapter of a book
shelved in the cosmos I am a seeker so try I and look
It wakes me in sleep when I've overstepped the boundaries
and sweeps like the wind and effects all things around me.
Down on Earth we look up above
Afraid of everything we huddle up;
believing the stories of our peers
building our world on foundations of fear.
Wishing to pass in manifest destiny
in our old age or in quiet sleep and revery
but our demise despite our clouded eyes
is that we must live regardless, flesh will die.
So If I die while I'm awake
the Soul Transporter walks me to Father Fate
I will not fight I will not fuss
Ashes to ashes dust to dust
No matter how I go my soul will bust!
Free of the Flesh like Ship out to Sea
Allows me grow into infinite possibilities
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Seth Malloy Poem
The imperfect sunrise of mourning
Tears glittered by sugar and spice
like regretful words of self tormenting
My tounge of coals is removed twice,
Silenced from former end fights,
Forgiveness is found in remembering
She'll never know how my heart pings
FM static wet windows and cold
lost in moments of sun shards shimmering
All the way down the road
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Seth Malloy Poem
It’s
In my story
just an obserVation
Another standard deviation
to Whittle words for the World around
Wound like Fickle filament of Fire bulb wire.
the Vapor trails of Vehement Volcanoes Venting
A parent le miserables dat carousel and Care to Sell excel Lance
While lamp lighting a way to free-dumb with Lyrical Trance
Gripping Gravity concentrated illuminated
SusStained on moments of brilliance
Burst stardust nova eXperience
We LackLustorLove
and rise above
emo poverty
evergreen
Bloom!
Poet Trees…
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Seth Malloy Poem
"I'm so tired of this burnt up planet and its lack of luster!", says my son as we cross the Earth's surface now scorched. I say, "I'm sorry Son but keep moving on, I did not Birth you in vain."
"And Yes, I am Tired,
I'm spent!"
writing socially conscience wit;
for years I've been asking Why
the shallow sheep
will Live and Lie for radioactive Die
I see nothing great in the Powers That Be
Even my Colored Brethren can't cure the virus
Woe is me
for passing on the burdens to my future seed
But today am I ready to Bleed.
Are we ready to change no matter the cost?
I think on that Vote we've Lost,
Lost our Focus, Lost Our Souls, Lost the Will
to fight or,
to give or,
to hold back
anything for our kids
Too
Hum and Be in
Father and Mother And Holy Son makes Trinity
but here on this Earth there is no Euphony
It's so beautiful how we travel through this galaxy
Yet insist
We persist to Catastrophe
The next time you are Pissed or, Confused or, Drunk or, Abused
Just look beyond this Earth and enjoy the view
Every light in the sky is a life form All its own
if we Hum the Ohm while Alone
the Vibe-Ration will lead Us home.
I feel bliss when the Breeze and Ocean cover me
even though
I'm stuck on this Rock scared to Just
Hum and Be in
So when I'm tired soles worn and weary
please Just let me
Hum an Be In
A forgotten song sung in Piece
One I verse to calm the Beast
when all the Battles have been lost
When all this money has lost its cost
As the Caps melt into Waves
and Life Giving Sun beams death rays
Sing a Song in Peace and let us
Hum an Be Raised
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