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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.

True Beckons

30 Monday Oct 2017

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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.

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.

Fettered Moons

28 Wednesday Oct 2015

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We satellites are made elapsed
By twinkling stars, alway:
In light exist, in time collapsed!
All matter must decay.

What goes around oft coalesce
Into a lasting thought:
Beyond the heavens more is less
If hell is what we sought.

Yet here on earth forever bound,
Our fleeting feelings wade.
Alas! when souls forsake their ground
All memories must fade.

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.

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.