Laid Fields

23 Sunday Feb 2020

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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.

A Tempestuous Course

13 Sunday Nov 2016

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I guess it is this time of year
when broken things are lashing out—
Shattered bodies, awry they steer
like ships at night, a foundered doubt.

The raging sea, its waves once still,
With ferocity it batters—
A splintered hull, a wooden wheel—
Shapeless truths, the darkened waters.

Against the rocks of weathered rhymes
And salty winds that secrets sigh,
We all must hunch, and ebb, at times
before the elements defy.

Abated, now, the seething storm
To which the living owe their path:
When raptures in the fray reform
If God forgives, in God we trust.

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.

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.