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Good Night, My Child
Awaiting Death
Smitten waters
Coalesce
Birds of prey
Fulfill their nest
Snakes they stalk
The unsuspected
Air is dense
Unprotected
Upon this day
Sound brings pain
Hunger hurts
Left to shame
All that matters
Awake at night
Observing chatter
Feeling fright
Smitten waters
Coalesce
Away from home
Awaiting death
Step unto
An empty grave
My name was written
Today’s the day
I can not hide
Nor run secure
My calling came
Rest assured
I must now take
My place in life
I lay down calmly
The world was mine
Photo by Jeswin Thomas from Pexels
Silent Nights
Ring upon finger
holding hands
At an altar we speak
our list of demands
We promise each other
to be faithful and brave
Through sickness we swear
to help fight off the days
To witness this many
so where have we come
That day to the past
forgotten by none
Nights now are silent
words not of plenty
Romance has now faded
bed seeming empty
We sit in an office
speak of our woes
This councilor speaks
to ears now so cold
If only that day
seeming so distant
Could rejuvenate life
bring forth a new living
Maybe then the embrace
we shared for so long
Could return to true form
Let hope be reborn
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Spoken Word
Woven words upon the night
watch the hours pass
Tip my glass to fill a need
all beyond my grasp
Searching for a gilded sign
I put myself to rest
Spoken words come to mind
I will not soon forget
Stay humble in your journey
Your choice is light or dark
For in the end, the message sent
reveals your proof of heart
Flame in Time
Fire rage throughout the night,
Embers burn, one with light,
Alone to self, I reminisce,
White cloud of ash, a gentle mist,
My mind is clear, no sound is heard,
Restless still, the hours turn,
Emotions felt, at every crackle,
I feel myself, within it’s mantle,
The warming fire, chill of breeze,
Shivers sent, calming needs,
I feed the flame, to my delight,
The coals so hot, they reignite,
I can not help, to see my youth,
The kindling first, made from you,
As you consume, all that’s found,
The troubled years, in me renowned,
You as I, now prosper, rise,
Until our fuel, runs out of time,
We mustn’t wait, count the days,
The clock now ticks, our flame awaits
The Lonely Tree
Testament of time, leaf upon branch-
The bark of strength, roots beneath,
Growth for miles, knowledge sleep,
Passed by millions, over generations,
Lost of limb, regeneration,
A living creature, took for granted,
Breath to life, fulfill our planet,
Home to wildlife, summer breeze,
Shade from heat, admiration leaves,
Fall of beauty, winter bare,
No care, no worries, simply there,
The branch of hope, rest between,
Our greatest friend, the earthly tree
Cloud Away
The clouds paint pictures, sculptured ark –
The rain continuous, fall to earth,
The puddles form, consent of birth,
While each unique, around the globe,
We see an image, emerge, behold,
Ever swift, it’s flow of motion,
Change of color, valiant potion,
Stare befuddled, for in this art,
A world away, a world apart,
Society Neglected
Body tired, shelter missing,
Heart of gold, melt to missing,
Coldness constant, lurk in shadows,
Sadness hidden, beneath the shadows,
Mislead to future, parents looking,
While child fears, no one is looking,
Left to those, the undesired,
Prey on weakness, those undesired,
From bad to worse, once good people,
Steal to feed, a fear of people,
Habit form, loss of reason,
Aimless steps, with ghostly reason,
Judgement made, now left unknown,
No longer cared for, name unknown
-The last word of each sentence formed this beauty below. Mind is officially blown.
Missing shadows looking,
Undesired people,
Reason unknown……
Delivered
Whenever there’s trouble, feelings of woe,
Just know that my ears, are here for you know,
As one who will listen, speak to you clear,
In that moment it’s true, I will always be here,
Though the time is not present, not the near future,
Just know that your trust, can rest as you choose it,
So worry not now, as all will be fine,
A gift that’s received, at just the right time
Yesterday’s Tomorrow
The dawn a new day, peer through a window,
Yesterday’s thoughts, have slipped, now residual,
Hope from horizon, as the sun gently rises,
Not a cloud in the sky, my regret now subsiding,
That place once before, when my lips could not speak,
Not again will deny, want to live, to be free,
Each day opportunity, shall here from be known,
The exception of life, a new day to call home,
Angry Forest
A lonely raindrop, upon my arm,
Look to north, the scent of storm,
In the woods, amongst the trees,
To some a danger, I will not flee,
The leaves grow quiet, state of calm,
Now lightning strike, it won’t be long,
Thunder shake, the earth grow loud,
It’s power felt, vibrations sound,
The wind then whispers, as if by chance,
It’s language heard, by common man,
With anger now, for my distrust,
This violent rage, a force of thrust,
First lonely drop, upon my arm,
Fuse with thunder, lightning storms,
For in itself, won’t signal fury,
Combined as one, element of mercy
Prophecy Poet
A poet read scripture, off the tongue as it’s written,
A poet see vision, through eyes as it’s scripted,
The poet, the prophet, the keeper of many,
Hold close a low breath, to deceive the ears plenty,
A touch emblematical, felt with a word,
Softer than not, no emotion but pure,
While senses are many, often left to ignore,
Ancient wisdom, a truth, from within you’ll find more
Ocean Sense
What a sight, that lays before me,
The edge of the rock, an ocean story,
Collect my thoughts, close my eyes,
Hear the waves, of coming tide,
Scent of salt, upon my lips,
Warmth of sun, now touch my skin,
White caps crash, conforming land,
Now lovers walk, footprint to sand,
Majestic seagulls, sing their song,
Art of seaweed, felt by all,
Sounds appear, now so distant,
Eyes still shut, an ocean vision
Black Hole
Event horizon, draws me close,
A place of vastness, large in scope,
My time here limited, cannot escape,
No place to hide, silence my fate,
An aura of beauty, now surrounded,
Ironic this beauty, will soon devour,
Event horizon, I give myself,
Challenge you not, this hand was dealt
Ascending
Lungs breathing slow, heart palpitations,
Spirit in wander, Floating impatient,
Overcome with calmness, Watch myself fading,
Out of this world, My angels awaiting
The Gift Of Life
The sun impartial, to rise each day,
Influenced by none,
With no emotion, caressing skies, it’s journey just begun,
Sustains our warmth, can breed new life, the strength to take away,
For when she parts, our lives are lost,
The world’s left for decay,
Destiny Speaks
Three days have past, since premonition,
A chilling thought, now clouds my vision,
Await this moment, with bated breath,
Mystique of destiny, will speak correct,
A knock was seen, upon my door,
No more is known, now insecure,
Three days have come, I can not know,
I can not rest, nor grasp control,
Fear of loved ones, ill or harmed,
Chills to bone, for I been warned,
Three nights have past, when I’m awoken,
Knocks on my door, I feared this moment,
I take a breath in disbelief, for at the door, police in grief
One Day
Falling is felt, a large and dark hole,
Wake up to shaking and loss of control,
Though still I’m secure, awake in my bed, it’s as if I’m still falling, reverberates in my head.
This feeling it comes, it goes as it please, not sure of alertness, conscious or dreams, is this just a mark, a sign of duress, or is life simply slipping, toward my moments last breath.
One day will I not, come awake from the depth, One day will I not, tumble-down like the rest, For I know the feeling of falling most told, The spirit embodied, to have and behold.
7-4-12
Tempest Heart
From The Gift Of Life III
Coming soon…
To Blink With Lost Eyes
Lost Without Love
From my latest book Lost To Desire
A Moment Inside
My Affliction
Snippet from Poetry Passages
It’s been a wild and crazy year
One year ago, I started a new project…. I started actively blogging on this very site. I had started blogs in the past, notably the genealogical history blog I still write on Blogger, but I hadn’t actively aimed to do more than a post a month or so. My goal with this blog wasn’t really thought out. I was aiming for two, sometimes three, blogs a week, though sometimes I barely managed to post one. But for a full year, I have been consistently writing blog posts that talk about whatever comes to mind, be it topics from sermons, discussions I have online, comments made in passing, or just musings I come up with all on my own.
I also managed to publish all of my novellas in my #PortalsSeries, aside from the one work in progress I currently have going.
It’s been a fun ride this past year…
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