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Sparkling Spheres

18 Sunday Oct 2020

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Angels, Breath, Clouds, Fear, God, Light, Rain, Spell, Winds

The eyeless see the ocean’s hue
Against the waves that blindly break:
Translucent lies are lost from view,
Their roaring breath, their truth should wake.

O blowing winds, the waters spread,
Reform the clouds — an ageless squall;
And gathered once, their skin to shed,
One drop of rain, a drop for all!

When Angels play, all coasts are clear,
Each droplet is a Godly sight:
What often ebbs a deadly fear
Will rise and flow unto the light.

Renounce thy burden and its swell—
A golden yoke on Eden’s shore;
If left unhindered in its spell,
The callous hand, divine once more!

Swindled Souls

27 Thursday Aug 2020

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Light, Mind, Mist, Moments, Souls, Spirit, Sword

Forever moments of the world,
In mirth must be, no pain reveal.
Once choice is made against the sword
its future threat will arch and reel.

Should shiny sheaths for long exist
To ricochet cascading minds?
What rises falsely in the mist
Shall cower light it never finds.

O why would one the weapon lift
If not to hurt oneself much more?
For every choice — a spirit’s gift
Of peace and love or rigid war.

Confusion is a rose’s thorn
whereby one seeks a moment’s lapse;
Discard thyself, become reborn!
And bloom above self-righteous scraps.

Fractal Shards

16 Sunday Aug 2020

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Clouds, Consciousness, Darkness, Death, Ebb, Light, Ripples, secrets, Souls, Swirl, Truth, veil, Winds

Soft gentle winds, the waters purl,
whispering secrets of the realm:
As conscious minds expand and swirl
Rejoice our hearts, with love they whelm.

There is no death, ye holy spheres,
Like ripples on the ebbing sands;
Eternity oft trickles, veers
Off rigid shores, O broken lands!

Free regal souls, the breaking dawn,
On Angels’ wings the veil uplifts—
Where light abounds, the darkness gone,
And gone all doubts, their lacking shifts.

To hold, let go, there is one chance,
Below the clouds, free will shall roam.
For every choice is made but once:
Reject all fears, embrace the storm!

Laid Fields

23 Sunday Feb 2020

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Awareness, Clouds, Crows, Gold, Illusions, Light, Night, Reason, Virtues, Winds

Beneath these clouds illusions roll
Against the better half of men;
The others, halved, are charged a toll
To find the limits of their plan.

Awareness at the helm is gripped—
Must caw the crows to no avail?
Lest reason found, its virtues ripped
On broken winds their wings should flail.

If light is capped, it thrusts tenfold,
And taps into the dark of night;
For every feather, gusts of gold
Unto the dawn return in flight.

Away the bitter hearts will shy,
Forever crying, hiding — seek!
What ignorants may soon deny:
With reason dead, all virtues reek.

True Beckons

30 Monday Oct 2017

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Beacons, Darkness, Existence, Harmony, heaven, Hell, Lies, Light, Prism, Rays, Shadows, Souls, Stars

Rally thy men ye olde star
Creep not that light unto my bed!
Shall not be smeared by folly, tar,
by truer beckons must be led.
In derelict, the house of prism
no longer can the gleam refract;
Lest harmony becomes it schism
the pit — the rays must oft retract.
Retreat is in a silhouette
When blazing marvels shadows glaze—
All prophecies themselves abet
As looming darkness turns their gaze.
Amused those ever flowing lies,
Control they gain, the masses bound:
Resolved a soul that falsifies!
If heaven lost, then hell is found.

The Poet’s Grace

16 Tuesday Sep 2014

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Dreams, Grace, Light, Memories, Night, Pen, Rhyme, Rights, Skies, Stars, Sun, Words

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.

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