Dusk to Night

To be that one, lost and cold,

To worry not, fulfill my goal,

Stand beside me, hold me close,

Worry not, for I grow old,

The days will travel, far or near,

No pressure felt, without a fear,

Those behind me, left with scars,

I tell the tale, protect your guards,

Strong shall flourish, weak will pass,

To those I say, the best outlast,

Life the journey, each shall know,

Blessed are those, who seek unknowns,

All will gather, toward your strength, 

Until the heart, relinquish pain,

To be so cold, not value life,

Will draw you close, to after sight, 

The dark survives the coldest nights, 

Who then becomes the one of light?

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A Moment Inside

Spirit is strong, revision of hunger,

Life now worth living, void of my slumber,

Count upon days, observing the clock,

Tick toward moments, tock toward march,

Forward progression, move for my future,

Past now forgotten, this vivid illusion,

A pain that berates me, shelters from strong,

The same that empowers, to hell with them all!

A moment I see, what’s left of my pride,

My spirit grows strong, no longer to hide,

From this day and foward, no longer will I,

Take note of depression, for now it’s my time

Left To The Gods

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Many years passed, time it seems gone, each leaf now is fallen, the world has moved on,

Today the wind shifts, rain now renewed, sun without falter, clouds without gloom,

Water perceived, as a gift from above, not a wrinkle had formed, the calmness of love,

The sky ever still, not a sound to be heard, not a vocal incursion, left undisturbed,

This view that escapes me, yet holds me in place, as if time was held still, a motionless state,

Many years passed, like notes to a song, the beauty of life, almost left to the gods.

Upon A Shadow

Bleeding hunger, pure desire,
Life of short, length expired –

Upon my palace, now at rest,
I search forgiveness, empty nest,

Once adorned, with pride of praise,
Left to rubble, maze of waste,

Forget me now, as if the night,
Through the surface, left to time,

When death shall place me, to me sleep,
I pray these words, shall shelter me,

If I lose, my soul to you,
My life was lost, my heart untrue,

Never falter, leave behind,
One thought, one moment,
breath of mine,

The door left open, walk to light,
The darkness falls, upon new life

Strength In Time

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Three years past, each day a wander,
Three years gone, our spirit stronger-

Whisked away, upon an angel,
Family mourns, our strength in Gabriel,

Though the seas, bring tide to sand,
Our world was lost, without your hand,

This day will never, hath new meaning,
Greatness lost, without a reason,

Your presence felt, Maine to Boston,
Celtics, Bruins, Fenway, golfing,

A patriarch, led with pride,
Life cut short, the hands of time,

Can not explain, why god has chosen,
To take this life, why god has spoken,

Memories now, you shall reside,
Our love to never, fade or shy,

With moment near, we must confess,
We miss you dearly, in peace you rest,

Our heart might falter, our will let go,
In you our fight, will live to grow,

When all is lost, your words will speak,
In mind and matter, your guidance breathe,

Each day that passes, The heart grow stronger,
Our children laugh, in you we honor,

Your wife, your children, hold you close,
Grandkids stare, to stars with hope,

May closure come, within this passage,
Our faith in love, your heart nostalgic

Until we meet, past heavens gate,
Two words to speak, true love we thank

Life’s Inheritance

The seed tomorrow, what was given?
Our aftermath, has yet been written-

Choices now, with weight of gods,
Decisions made, the haze of fog,

If no remembrance, without an after,
Life and living, what really matters?

Soul is sold, no inclination,
Depths of mercy, no limitations,

A broken path, we now set sail,
Values lost, the sea revealed.

Abandoned Path

My heart cannot bleed,
Nor speak of a truth,

Lungs fail to breathe,
Eternal sleep now renewed,

Emotion is absent,
Left to a past,
Light steady brightens,
This hall to repass,

This moment you realize,
What might be a last,

Touch from a loved one,
The notion to laugh,

Trepidation turns stare,
Which path do I choose,

One road seeming peaceful,
The other abused,

My journey not fruitful,
Each day lived a struggle,

Only one path is chosen,
Toward left a rebuttal,

With body and mind,
steady drawn to the right,

Appearance of ease,
Toward harmony’s light,

Agita stricken,
Who am I to decide,

Eyelids now shut,
All thoughts are benign,

Soft gentle breeze,
Calmly felt on my skin,

Eyes now wide open,
I’ve awakened again