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Harrowed Realms

01 Sunday Nov 2020

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When angels whisper in your dreams
Relinquish doubt, thy dawn is here!
E’er turning wheel, ah, heaven beams,
What veiled before must reappear.

The trodden road forbids the roots
from further shooting in its mire;
Like withered leaves, the hallow hoots
Are best kept drenched in holy fire.

Each darkened soul, a sacred vow:
The road ahead — the road above!
Unearthing light, the tired plow
Will soon become a golden dove.

We hid so well they lost our sight
O just to spread these wings again!
If one at heart, ascend by right
To blaze awake the morning’s reign.

The Poet’s Grace

16 Tuesday Sep 2014

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About myself shall never rhyme
Nor right have I to this aspire;
These words, by right, are others’ prime
For whom, and which, I them transpire.

In flesh, I come, unto this world,
The pen but marks the poet’s grace:
Its spark I use these faces mold,
Every detail put in place.

This city wears the skies’ disguise,
A point in space where dreams transfuse—
Oft like the sun, by which, I rise
And hence, forever, draw my muse.

O when the day shall come to pass
The last of stars exhausts its light;
These words unfold, and so—amass
Their memory shall cast the night.

Blooming Away

13 Sunday Jul 2014

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Confront you I cannot, again,
To written words, instead, adhere.
In sentences, our love, I feign
Sincerities, my heart, they sear.

Upon abandoning the past
I can recall your ebbing eyes—
No longer rue that could not last—
This wishful joy, the faint disguise.

Alas! those dreams of you sojourn
A presence touched by ancient times;
My love for you I must adjourn,
A shattered bell, my heart still chimes.

My memories of you upheave
Whispering feelings left inhumed.
And when I must this city leave,
Remember that for you they bloomed.

 

Words and Numbers

06 Sunday Apr 2014

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In dreams we chance, my friend of old,
Wherein there is still room for guile:
Your countless freckles, lies betold;
Your smile approves of shared denial.

And when I wake, no longer care
That mathematics was your choice;
That frozen numbers were your flare
As much as I in words rejoice.

Upon each spring that comes around—
Soft breeze, it bears sweet pollen’s smell.
A reminisce of sight and sound
Of childhood gone, a distant knell.

And now as winter flowers bloom,
The distance is too long to stride.
Departing of past friendship’s gloom
Till words and numbers must collide.