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A match in the sky all aglow to keep vigil
A sigh ablaze hearts' hunger fill
Chambers brilliant bejeweled with tears
I miss him that's so clear...
Dew handed clock flight it keeps tab
Future memories on the look-out
Scaling might of heights no map
Vanquishing jealousy, fear and doubt...
Lantern dotted midnight mile
Ambit of unforsaken twilight
Sky to tread upon only to beguile
In need of respite yet no where in sight...
Ribbons of murmuring sweetly disguised
Spell of the heart a charm devised
Unmasked yet veiled in lace of sheer
I miss him that's so clear...
Music swirling with lights dancing merrily
blind & deaf with the mute paint and sing
Of colors glowing invisible as it ring
Anguish & happiness blends in harmony
Rousing deep slumber's knotted lethargy
Christmas lantern 'neath the rain stands guard
flashing as it flickers sighs of musical notes
On glass hearts' deafening silence as it floats
The clock drowning in smiles of no regard
Marching with no compass on season's yard
Waves of light & sound bend to dash and sway
Ripe with thick mist soothingly caress to pierce
Upbraiding flashing memories both tame and fierce
From a chasm of maze tears sweet and bitter well forth
Christmas lantern young and old lead the way tow'rd north
City of BrickI found a kingdom in a city of iron
rough, sharp with bristles and horn
decaying rain pours fumes of death
on victims' random trapped breath
Its faded beauty's muffled cry I heard
Heard it from pure iron's heart spurred
An invisible pull a heart can not reckon
'neath layers of debris none can beckon
Wails of slavery's griping ironclad's passion
an enslavement in unending coiled succession
Once again for freedom noble blood bleeds dry
Bleeding dry on a Cross unseen nails Faith's spy
I found a kingdom in a city of brick
a vineyard redeemed in grace ripe and thick
Grape's trunk scorched yet death it defied
Defying weeds of cynics and skeptics tide
Bands of goodwill must work solidly to unite
forging inspiration into action of Faith's Light
A garden rising in the steely bog of endless night
Only hearts may know what logic resists with might
Peeling years of rust and rot fueled by Hope and Love
Revealing its heart meshed in beauty, scars, and flaws wove
Weaving scarred-beauty with threads o
Icy sunshine caressingly melt
as vapors of love float and knelt
Angels unhindered descending
in syllables of dreams unending
Hearts if but for a moment kissed
amidst distance with time insist
A winter fire within unknown, a spark unseen
Each ship sailing content and so serene
Gusts of thundery inaudible song clamor
Surfs roared and trampled in stillness tremor
Fiery icicles rattling with waves drumming
Trumpets blared mutely yet forthcoming
Felt to hear each heartbeat without a miss
'though battered with cries, sighs, glee or bliss
A winter fire within unknown, burning unseen
Each ship sailing content and still serene
Petalled dreams drifting and darting
in between snow webs and sand parting
Lanterns of light and dark lined each heart
Mysteries so bright weaved never to part
Unending love its siren a chant concealed
Distance its magic spell mustn't be repealed
A winter fire shared yet unknown ablazed unseen
Each ship seemingly sailing content and serene...
Sun is Out
Gloom and gray frosty lace obstinately lingers
Hazy fog tightly woven in veils of shadow shivers
Sun is out warmly blowing kisses of glitters
Elusive arc of sun rays I searched in nature and grace
Leap High... Dive Deep...
You are free to roam and fly
dreams of your desire so high
unhampered and unhindered
untethered and unconquered
Seed of freedom deeply planted
didn't sprout what you wanted
Wings ensconced in doubt and fear
Light struggles 'gainst night so clear
You misjudged and presumed too much
that I'll quench your wanderlust and clutch
Blocking your power to take a leap and risk
as your ambitions are ripening on an obelisk
Your freedom is not mine to take and keep
Decisions yours alone to make and reap
Sense of determination and total surrender
Winding ventures obscure engendered to ponder
Two gifts I offer you: Wings of priceless freedom
and roots of Truth founded in Love and Wisdom
Find courage to nurture, proclaim, and defend it
in an armored suit befitted and willingly commit
Ode to JK Galbraith
Brilliant mind your voice drowned and silenced
as the world waltzed and wallowed in pretense
Prisoners we are of the fog alongside history's lens
Digging, stumbling unbeknownst I fell into time's eaves
Wisdom with merit entombed as virtue on cue weaves
A voice of reason vanquished into oblivion
Marginalized, discarded as an aberration
Logic's thirst for truth unchained in suspension
Sterling errors its charms and trammel rusting
Truth's vitality crushed yet shines unrelenting
Soul of good-will flawed and imperfect you maybe
Never did you boastfully impose your will and decree
Nor did you claim you have the divining eye to foresee
"innocent fraud" political crafts of "mythical truth"
so elegant as we cursed the light preferring death and soot!
Accidentally blessed I was somehow to have found your work
While searching for answers sifting and sorting into murk
The haughty go berserk; the mighty from the challenge shirk
Somewhere I know I'll find a beacon to throw out the anchor
Lip Service Or Is It Lip Sync?Yes, a verse to start...
An echo of a searching heart
A hymn so framed as a piece of art
seemed sincere, yet its content
quite steeped in superficiality foment
Foolish is he to think Faith
True Faith is born in airy wraith
from reading Clive's works in a wink
acquiring human knowledge in a blink
only to find he needs to re-think
Human knowledge is not enough
if slavery from sin he wants to slough
Solid effort at times heroic required
if genuinely he aims for what he aspired
to claim and lay siege on Heaven's Heart he so desired...
Dancing With Love's Shadow...Beyond aimless mornings
sky's torn cloudless weeping
Pink leaves so rare caught your
shadow so bright slowly fading
Pink leaves with crisp breeze dancing
Slow dancing in untraceable paleness
Hidden in night's shades merrily spinning
with cloaked trace of doubt and sadness
Between dreams of midnight awakenings
Soft music inviting - lead the way my darling...
yet only your shadow in this starless sky I see
as the nights swallow you and I scream dissolving
Steps we take as we shuffle to trust or not
Remaining deaf to poems hearts may have heard
yet lullaby swiftly climbs and glides cold and hot
As I danced with Love's shadow -- sweetly seared - still I doubt...
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The ResistanceConfined their eyes
To the darkest place
A world where
The justice has died.
Has been declined
And the screams
Are just wind.
Change the history
They won’t have
To lead us
We will burn
Around the world
Smother the law
With your protest
Create a new age.
The stolen freedom
Replaced with fear.
You can pull
Down the fate
Soon the sun
I call it passion. My mother brings me a soother, incased in a miniscule pearl pink circle.
As she walks into my room she hears a few verses of the spoken poetry titled "My thighs":
Sheepishly she asks me to refrain from watching anything that may cause' disturbance to my character.
Spark me off because for her and for many my body is constantly dripping, buttery with gasoline.
A supposed 'defect' that has caused many to label me as "Bitch" because unlike many ladylike girls I don't zip my lips.
In fact any jagged zipper teeth that may protrude from my plump lips have rusted, the zipper itself is broken.
She doesn't understand why I rage against subjects that shouldn't bother my ideal, pubescent mind.
To stop calling my brother "homophobic" because the word faggot rolls down from the tip of his tongue
with stomach-tightening ease.
(but she doesn't tell him to be quiet).
When I tell her I am a feminist she tells me to do my re
Steal their voices
In this dead
City you rule
With unfair laws.
Living on the floor
Begging for food
We only received
An empty dish.
Smiling you are
In our misery
You bring corruption
To all that you
We need someone
To free us from you
But your evilness
Will hide the sun.
Algorithm - *For GazaThe world ends where the world begins
Infinite loop of insanity
Moment is the hope
And yet go back to one
The pen is mightier...You may have every firearm in the world.
With every bullet carved and flags unfurled.
But It is by words that true fights are made.
It is by the pen that new stones are laid.
You may wield a sword sharpest of blade.
With daggers many and soldiers stayed.
But it is by the words read that worlds are torn
It is by ink and quill that revolutions are born.
You may kill and ravage the land.
Steal from the many to keep in your hand.
But by the writer's craft you shall be forgotten.
With treasures forfeit and powers fallen.
Never doubt the power of the writer's craft.
For it is by our hands that the world is draft.
Should you forget this simple truth.
The world will rot by ignorant youth.
Remember this simple cord:
The pen is mightier than the sword.
1492 SUGAR DADDYColumbus is famous because
he thought the earth was smaller
than Venus, and he didn’t know
that America existed,
and after he found it, he still thought
it was Cippangu, off the coast of Cathay.
Father of Our Times!
History’s Great Dumbass!
Leaving“Why not just leave?”
Asked a stranger in ink:
A silent cry for help
Pierced with ignorance.
Assumptions of some monstrous fist,
Knuckled tainted with no venomous words
Left plain the simple act
Of just leaving.
Threats of non-existence
Or worse from whence that came
(And the inevitable blame)
Obstruct the simple act
Of just leaving.
Parties caught in no-man’s-land,
In the silent prejudice of being alone
(For how could she shatter their home?)
Bring more into the act
Of just leaving.
And what of those overlooked?
The stigma of “not keeping her in line”,
Of ticking the other box
Makes that one in ten incapable
Of just leaving.
I would pray for you, had I a recipient
(But life, to me, is too complex
To rest on the shoulders of one)
That you may learn, or at least never be
Inundated with the expectation
To just leave.
Not My War, Not My RevolutionNot my war, not my revolution
echoed my confused and guilty generation
Not my problem, not my headache
those decisions are not mine to make
Not my issues, not my concern
This war we usurp to start and burn
Not my dilemma, not my pickle
I didn't carry the hammer nor sickle
Not my father, not my mother
Why do I need to even bother...
Not my husband, not my wife
I live a quiet and comfortable life
Not my son, not my daughter
I live for the now not the here after
Not my nephew, not my niece
But I want my freedom and peace
Not my grandson, not my granddaughter
I'm too weak, old, and hang-over
Not my friend, not my neighbor
I'm invincible to death's vigor
Not my wake, not my funeral
Apathy flashing on Times Square's mural!
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