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Delight
a
new way to say
the
words of the day…
ascending
the throne
claiming
my own
insight.
humble
indeed
the
rumble you see
but
sudden abrupt
stirrings
erupt.
delight.
Dimly lit
As one slight hate
on whom it
reflects so rude,
so one night late
a room dimly lit
effects a mood.
Oh!
the passion
this life offers those
that pass on with senses froze…
In utter abandon
I leave my hand on
the very page of time.
Year Zero
All Bear
Cause!
Duly Expect.
Fight Goes Hellward
In Justice.
Kindness Let Men
Nobly Offer Peace,
Quietly Round
Stable Troughs,
Under Virgin’s
‘waited
‘xpectancy.
This
Elusive…
Searching…an
innate impulse
reaches
toward that prize.
Sole
purpose of this pen’s compulse,
so
that some would realize
I
mean…
serene…
within
a verse disguised
logic’s
eyes repulsed.
Slowly…inspired
these thoughts
follow
along the Way.
A
Way no gold has bought
nor
truth commanded pay
for
toll…
or
control…
of
such the pleasant Ray.
The
One which is sought.
Revealed…so
often moody
is
this hidden goal.
Answer
soon will soothe thee
and
quench this fire of soul.
And
tame…
The
flame…
…burning…writhe
and roll…
This
elusive written beauty…
How much sanity
can one stand,
among the chaos
beyond one’s hand…
Self-healing aside
and revelation at bey,
attributes of the soul
with self in the way…
So much the wonder
flashes and rain.
Quiet and solitude
and ashes the bane.
FOR US
to us,
too,
me and
you,
it goes.
warm winds
blow,
toward and
fro,
who
knows…
mountains
peak
as men
seek
to
overcome.
truth will
free
and all
can see
what
love’s done.
flows are
there
everywhere…
to
trust…
rivers
gush
and
forests hush
for us!
of destiny…
time carries beyond
the failures of hope
that test the found
and sound ropes
of destiny
grace falls between
the decisions of faith
that mask the seen
and unseen mates
of destiny
patience lay among
the attributes of love
that lift the songs
and young doves
of destiny
the seed planted
the seed planted deep
has but one need. “I’ll
ease the hold of a
shell,” says the rain.
“easy
the role of the shoot.”
even the soul of the mute
does he claimed to be saved.
This sonnet a
revolution. Sure!
‘gainst lakes
of fire
‘n fallen
angel’s content.
And dramatic
master’s old invent…
Fading as a
nameless rose… no scent, sir!
No longer like
the sun, my muse, my slurs
battle
for freedom earned down home, heav’n sent!
Afore my
vision, my ‘spiration’s spent
schooling like
the vain and most unhumbler.
Not to worry, I
rebel for me, as me.
My revere
hollers from horseback horsely,
signaling,
“Three!” (invading spiritually)
Himself an
invader matter, of coursely,
as
the poet unknown universely
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have all your dreams come
true…
when you think you know
then the chilly winds blow
your life away
where do you go
to find a place where hope
will stay
and when there’s light
at the end of an infinite
night
will it ever be true
will it ever be right
that it lights a sky eternally blue…
so if there is a sound
of deafening silence around
and the sound’s the sound of you
when you’ve been found
have all your dreams come true
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!!
forever!!
my next of kin
such
glory!! so simple!!
oh
be still within!!
my
house, my temple
to
fade…
to
shade…
apply
that, quiet the din
!!
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the risk of communion
the probable cause
improbable union
a hope for the pause
in the storm
in the norm
amid such confusion
told.
a
life is but a death
the
death of the old
the
old becoming the new
the
new having never been told.
succeeding
unschooled passion
spills out one night
leading…..
gently the silence
beats as the moment’s right
bleeding…..
when now is nothing
we suffer from true insight
receding…..
nowhere are the flames
darker than the night
exceeding…..
glory shines within
brightest ever light
succeeding…..
The only line true
See that line…
Found only one place.
Mature, sublime.
Patience, time, space…
Space between all,
Time to travel through…
Patience stands tall.
The only line true…
inspiration
a new gaze into the same sun
always blinds the eye.
as the glare fades,
the scene begins to die,
becoming like the older ones.
bound by love
but a small sob
out of my lonely
unkissed lips to reveal
now the hope who
dares to leav
me
Romance
Right or wrong
On a night all alone
My heart bleeds
And my mind conceives
Nothing but pain
Can drown in the rain of
Experience
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creation’s cause cries
to itself, trying to
bring beauty before beauty.
always asking itself, “are
you you, young
champion?”
“do deep down
you yearn, youngster?”
“what’s wrapped wround
in it
that thou thirst
and always ask about?”
“for freedom’s
lightly lit
everywhere…”
what
goes on
that
I can’t see…
concealed.
if
time slows yon
what
can it be…
revealed.
things
as they are
as
it soon will be
made
real.
bring
angels from afar
has
the moon chilled thee…
appeal.
four
horns sound
father
soon sleeps…
prepare.
mother
comes round
like
the moon creeps
to
care.
so much the glory, so little the sin
the unworn road awaits
the ill traveled path calls
as the romantic bards state
and the life reiterate
the truth like snowflakes falls
we that travel down
the Way realize
a choice seldom comes ‘round
tuning the ear to our rare sound
becoming what we idealize
the Way lets us live much more
and the way not taken knows it’s true
this road leads to that open door
where heartbeats quicken and spirits soar
appreciate the morning dew
whatever beckons us this Way
stirring us from deep within
tells us just how and what to say
fresh and new the crisp spring day
so much the glory, so little the sin
that dog trouble growls deep
coldly crouching at my door
loving his discomfort. the old damp floor…
snapping always at my heels
my glimmer of hope he threatens to steal
never will he stop his cruel game
water falling torture and pain…
lowly are you when he knows
from whence you came and wither you go
In my warm heart complete
he chills the beat as he eats
and fear forever creeping seeps…
that dog trouble growls deep
The clean
hands of darkness.
I became
what I am
and
learned what I need to be.
In
Christ’s Blood I swam
in that
house by the way-free.
Sisters
taught such
wise, wise
lessons
about the
trinity that touched
men and
overwhelmed nations.
Universal
doctrines
profoundly
my past.
reading
then religion…
Enlightened,
everlast.
The keys
given to the rock
and as
ever his love stark. Thus,
the stone
rolled away and mocked
the clean
hands of darkness.
my life
exceeding
the boundary of love…
slapping
life’s face with dueling glove,
arousing
the fury forever!
allowing
the struggle to end. never!
to the
firey fringe of time’s edge,
to
travel’s light step I pledge,
my life
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innocence
somewhere we quake
before the sight
come where at stake
was He for the light
away from the crowd
is That which cries
today dumb though loud
is That which dies
Infinity
One mind controls
thoughtfulness.
The others known
when shown distress.
Stable is
our life, thusly,
when balanced
this reality
becomes our relation…
Salvation.
If only received
as meant to be,
the joy of life,
as fruit from tree.
Spirit mind
and bodily,
our Maker gives
tranquility.
A fruit so sweet…
Complete.
This mind that works
with one and three,
within itself
is two, you see.
Those that know,
know more or less
that divinely shown
is happiness.
Through Trinity…
Infinity.
The last cry of youth… Hope.
A poet proceeds after time disallows.
Allowing himself that fountain
of DeLeon to flow forever.
His yearning can’t be taken by time,
only given up to the labor of life.
Life’s labor closes the flow if Hope
is lost in the despair of the day.
Though knowing despair well,
Hope is never
lost to him.
As hearts cry and sing, youth captures
and tames the fury, producing Hope.
The aged and saged have lost such
aspirations to the young of their day.
Their rebellion now futile and their
conformity routine, they turn to create
the strain on which youth thrives.
Conveyed emotion through the perception
and perspective of youth is poetry.
Elders search for the Peace everpresent
among the children’s laughter.
Play is death to the old, their play
being harder than their work.
Shells of flesh collapse under the weight
of happiness unrealized.
Trying to remember such gladness myself…
Fading into agedness, into the subtle beginnings
of death… I Hope.
The last cry of youth…Hope.
lightly
thinking
I’ve
noticed the complexity
of
subtle thought
realizing
the absurdity
of
such notions
leads
to a cold Yank back to reality
expressions
of timelessness
proceed
along the boundaries of the time
leaving
art as foams remain
after
receding tides endlessly bubbling away
what
remains then is skimmed
as
cream from life’s bucket
and
a tear’s not shed for droppage
for
unappreciated is lonely thought
forevermore
‘stead that cheer
those younger sought
inspiration’s
stilled
and sadness bought
love above all
can heal and yet
sad ways imposed
then self won’t
let
success is born
then stifled by
mother earth
father and time
the bird’s not
black
so high it soars…
youth awaits
forevermore
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flame
lightly
if flits
possessing
no substance
frightening
is its
quick-heated
dance
for
in its consumption
of
whatever is chooses
sudden
abruption
of
life that is loses
can
only be done
if
under control
of
maker who’s one
if
not lost is all
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and
so am i
the day broke
the night awoke
the morning dawned
the evening yawned
and so will I
the earthen owed
the waters flowed
the darkness ashed
the lightness flashed
and so did I
the fears died
the heart abides
the patience won
the spirit reborn
and so am I
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