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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.

Starry Matters

27 Tuesday Aug 2019

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Organic things must slowly grow:
To wear by time, their true design!
A barren field should yield and flow;
The crackling fire, the wood refine.

All rolling thunders in the sky
Are always still before the flash.
Thick gathered clouds, they oft defy—
And yet, by lightning, boom and crash.

No smoke can in the ether swirl
If lifted by agnostic flames!
Nor any seed can sprout at will
The instant dug in sodden kames.

O balance must its right assert
To hasten up the perfect storm!
Alas! In failure, deeds exert
Untimely spheres that must deform.

Fancied Fallacies

20 Tuesday Jun 2017

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What of this word: a protocol
From which we must not deviate
Lest made aligned against our soul—
A luminous immoral state.

Or, rather, what of holy laws—
To which the snake still owes its chest
The people all their earthly flaws—
When stars against black holes are pressed.

Please tell, can love become futile
Where faltered steps, routine they turn?
Like this, these thoughts, we tread, defile
O God, O man, O dying sun.

Alas! To burn— A lust of old
As breezing is for nature’s fire;
And yet, no miracles unfold
If live our wont, to death desire.

By the Bonfire

23 Wednesday Apr 2014

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Tis April when the moon is full
And spring dictates a strange desire;
Our souls, together, it will pull
To meet, again, erect a pyre.

Beneath the twinkling stars unite
Acquaintances both far and close.
Against the wind the fire ignite
To justify a sacred cause.

To put ablaze all that we spurn
And find new meaning in the flame:
Unequal born, as equals burn
One soul, one heart, we melt the same.

The earth rotates, aglow with chars,
Which soon become the rising sun—
A manifest of countless stars
As always when the night is done.