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Tuesday, May 14, 2019
A Strong Love Embraced
A cumbersome past
A laborers load
A dream into being, and one that is old
This world is unfitting, its hard to make due
Impossible odds, overcome for the truth
Ingenious minds meet, an epic is staged
The mind of god brilliant, a lovely bouquet
The flowers are many, they blossom and bloom
The embers of eons rise out of the room
Its thankless this task, but love it or leave it
My baby is teething.. while nature is breathing
This cosmic unwinding rich and obscene
Janitorial jesus is sweeping it clean
The sorrow is lonesome and beautiful too
This hard headed man reunited in ruin
My god how you shine and excercise might
My god you are brazen, this poets delight
My insight in ashes, my corpse is a fume
My spirit is broadening back into you
Its rather intense, this love that Im feeling
I hope that in time, you rapture in seeing
This boy once a man, a father of Earth
Bleeding warm love into written verse
Wednesday, May 8, 2019
Opening to the mystery
Everything has a pulse
a walk in dark brisk, reveals this
potential will beckon you inward
the unloving masks will be shed
and a deserving love will be met
with one deserving, and daring, to recieve it
willingness is the first stepping stone
to embark one puts this foot forward first
open me.. tare my pages, tape each ripped seam
the messy, muddy, when embraced, will sort itself out.
like cool water trickling into a river basin.. movement will restore the sea.
Fold into the journeymans depths
Your apprenticeship has concluded
You are welcome here in this circle, young initiate
Your blinders have and are still being removed
Pain may strike, but virtue will enter again
This life of love will have its valleys and summits
Its certainties and mysteries
This world, its hellfire and grief
The coming world, its glory and rapture
The others? Yes it is saddening to see them
They wallow and gloat, their substance smoke
Thier eyes live under a thousand veils
Thier minds burdened by ropes and chains
Their profound nature oblivious
They are children yet, but blind in thier observation, although you are not from this world, you must bring your utmost to it. You will be misunderstood, forsaken, loved, deserted, but you yourself must complete your mission.. carry the torch that haunts the divided, bring the prophecy to fruition.
Emerge from the cavern of slavery, and emerge into freedom and flow.
a walk in dark brisk, reveals this
potential will beckon you inward
the unloving masks will be shed
and a deserving love will be met
with one deserving, and daring, to recieve it
willingness is the first stepping stone
to embark one puts this foot forward first
open me.. tare my pages, tape each ripped seam
the messy, muddy, when embraced, will sort itself out.
like cool water trickling into a river basin.. movement will restore the sea.
Fold into the journeymans depths
Your apprenticeship has concluded
You are welcome here in this circle, young initiate
Your blinders have and are still being removed
Pain may strike, but virtue will enter again
This life of love will have its valleys and summits
Its certainties and mysteries
This world, its hellfire and grief
The coming world, its glory and rapture
The others? Yes it is saddening to see them
They wallow and gloat, their substance smoke
Thier eyes live under a thousand veils
Thier minds burdened by ropes and chains
Their profound nature oblivious
They are children yet, but blind in thier observation, although you are not from this world, you must bring your utmost to it. You will be misunderstood, forsaken, loved, deserted, but you yourself must complete your mission.. carry the torch that haunts the divided, bring the prophecy to fruition.
Emerge from the cavern of slavery, and emerge into freedom and flow.
Sunday, May 5, 2019
Persuit of the Soul
Broader stones have never been thrown
Truer words never spoke in such tone
You seek, you destitute, to atone?
I breach the keep with plans to absolve
The head of the heard, the righteous and good
The bottom of purity, when evil is stirred
This life not unbroad, for some miniscule
When breath limits you to the ways of the world
The forsaken jewel, the scholars mistake
For weed, dirt, or element grown out of hate
If it is uncovered its considered waste
But even the dirty has its chosen place
You must understand this if you are to go
And voyage the roads towards the greatness unknown
You must comprehend that this path unintrigued
Forsaken to some who dont know where it leads
Many will cross the threshhold, thats true
And perhaps, by time lapse, destination resumes
Is only for few, dont dis-lighten my mood
Cause my cargo is caked like some crud on my shoe
I walk like a rabbit thats prayed on by crows
I watch out of habit while keeping my toes
I see the door open, I wish it would close
I cannot look back, I can only push forward
...
Truer words never spoke in such tone
You seek, you destitute, to atone?
I breach the keep with plans to absolve
The head of the heard, the righteous and good
The bottom of purity, when evil is stirred
This life not unbroad, for some miniscule
When breath limits you to the ways of the world
The forsaken jewel, the scholars mistake
For weed, dirt, or element grown out of hate
If it is uncovered its considered waste
But even the dirty has its chosen place
You must understand this if you are to go
And voyage the roads towards the greatness unknown
You must comprehend that this path unintrigued
Forsaken to some who dont know where it leads
Many will cross the threshhold, thats true
And perhaps, by time lapse, destination resumes
Is only for few, dont dis-lighten my mood
Cause my cargo is caked like some crud on my shoe
I walk like a rabbit thats prayed on by crows
I watch out of habit while keeping my toes
I see the door open, I wish it would close
I cannot look back, I can only push forward
...
Friday, May 3, 2019
Friends and Foes
Pointing out my friends is like a finger aiming at a closet of skeletons.
Asking man about his ends without the means is easy clean.
Trying to understand the understatement that is in between.
The truth in scenario is that our life holds on, as we do, its see through, it won't take long.
Mimicked by the dangers, a society of strangers, a nutured shortcoming, that proves lonely as it angers.
I seek, and even when I find it, I know I've got to hit the road and quit this focused diet. An imbacel with embryo, when everything lacks luster. A memory that balances as road is traced by rubber.
I'll be here tomorrow, but meaning dies and ressurects, I hate to feel a graveyard of the structures never seen erect.
The places never seen through eyes when they are bright and broadened. A hollow hole can house a soul, if not so, for this longing.
I hate a world thats starving, the people are sadistic, and man if it aint me its somebody else realistic. I feel so fucking empty, please pardon when I curse. These feelings are unfriendly, more than likely, well... deserved.
Asking man about his ends without the means is easy clean.
Trying to understand the understatement that is in between.
The truth in scenario is that our life holds on, as we do, its see through, it won't take long.
Mimicked by the dangers, a society of strangers, a nutured shortcoming, that proves lonely as it angers.
I seek, and even when I find it, I know I've got to hit the road and quit this focused diet. An imbacel with embryo, when everything lacks luster. A memory that balances as road is traced by rubber.
I'll be here tomorrow, but meaning dies and ressurects, I hate to feel a graveyard of the structures never seen erect.
The places never seen through eyes when they are bright and broadened. A hollow hole can house a soul, if not so, for this longing.
I hate a world thats starving, the people are sadistic, and man if it aint me its somebody else realistic. I feel so fucking empty, please pardon when I curse. These feelings are unfriendly, more than likely, well... deserved.
Thursday, May 2, 2019
Apology
To feel.. to see.. to ache.. to breath
To make, believe
To branch a tree..
It's intimate it's beauty-filled
the sickness swift, I'm usually ill
I'm well intention did I miss?
The whole foundation brick by brick?
years have passed, and here I am
In the midst of many friends
forgive me man, for I have sinned
I've been lost to next of kin
but lets let loose.. and find the sound
so I can swim on feelings found
so I can bring a substance sweet
and soothe the urge to grit my teeth
Don't let me fall upon the way
in search of hope and brighter days
don't find me vanquished in my fears
i'll leave out the forgotten years
your smile is one i love to read
your voice is like a melody
I coast and drift like planks of wood
but now I'm here, and it's all good
I pray that I can be your friend
and learn to laugh and love again
I pray the sickness falls and fades
leaving us here, a colorful ray
To make, believe
To branch a tree..
It's intimate it's beauty-filled
the sickness swift, I'm usually ill
I'm well intention did I miss?
The whole foundation brick by brick?
years have passed, and here I am
In the midst of many friends
forgive me man, for I have sinned
I've been lost to next of kin
but lets let loose.. and find the sound
so I can swim on feelings found
so I can bring a substance sweet
and soothe the urge to grit my teeth
Don't let me fall upon the way
in search of hope and brighter days
don't find me vanquished in my fears
i'll leave out the forgotten years
your smile is one i love to read
your voice is like a melody
I coast and drift like planks of wood
but now I'm here, and it's all good
I pray that I can be your friend
and learn to laugh and love again
I pray the sickness falls and fades
leaving us here, a colorful ray
What is This World?
Quenching my ancient thirsts
So you know? Oh..
Thats how it works.
Used to write lines of purpose
Now pushed past skins surface
Am I doing a service?
Outside the kingdom of thieves
Wondering motive and means
After all said and done
There isn't much to be seen
Is this kingdom deserved?
I just swerve and I bevel
Rebel and revel trying to state
The unknown
Well I'm pelted with rain
outside this once known home
Its a vivid causation, broad catastrophe
Instilled, Invert, stiring laughs in me
A pity, a vice, a blessed insight
A willingness scripted during darkness at night
A widdling world, a reason to write
An epologue speaking on whats sought to know
This world I perceive, what it asks of my soul..
Conclusions on currents that alter the mood
An altitude brisk and a bright attitude
Maybe tomorrow Ill poke out my head
Till then Ill find respite while dreaming in bed
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