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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...
Social Scale.Nothing should ever feel guilty
about the way it breaths;
heaving hearts pressure lungs
to fall to their knees.
But what does it matter?
The hierarchy shows that we are
put in our place,
now it is time to face
our fears with dignity
and to fight for our right
to be free.
Words as swordsWords,
they are the swords
no one does see.
They appear so harmless,
yet they can become
the writer's greatest strength.
With symbols as easy as letters,
writers are capable
to breathe life into these
white, dead sheets of paper.
that once were in their imagination
become so real,
And once the reader was free
writers can climb to their minds
like their words are soldiers
holding close their readers.
they are the swords
of the mind.
Jesus Was a GingerJesus was a ginger and he lived in Galway Bay
he had some magick freckles and a love of Guinness Stout
Ma lived in the Village Knock
where she knit him woollen sweaters
everything was fine and dandy
until one day the Bankers came
when they told a sterling lie
that bled dear Ireland dry
so Jesus went to the hardware shop
where he meant to buy a whip
but when he did he left in shame
for he couldn’t foot the cost of tine
I hear he moved to Boston
Another Quick Poem.People often ask me if I’m mad or insane,
If I think this just some sort of crazy game,
A trial and Error fit for a king,
Acting like this is just a crazy fling,
Treating it like our love is worth nothing,
But let me tell you this,
For it be true,
Our love is real,
And it is only between me,And you.
A World That Lost it's GreenOceans crawl back to regain their turf.
We all predicted a land devoured by the surf.
And all the islands that are drowning all scream.
In a world that lost its green.
All life dragged off. Out by the waves.
The omega for the profit we crave.
A science that one chooses to believe.
Is one that houses dangers to which we stay naive.
When we face mortality down on our knees.
When humanity's sun falls into the sea.
It will be far too late to grieve.
In a blanket of algae.
We are given technology for the future's page.
Yet insist on choice fuel from the industrial age.
Choking in a cloud of certain death.
One by one we use up our last clean breaths.
Is M.A.D. what gives it it's worth?
A fitting grave for all of the earth.
Is it possible to live life fully free?
In a world that lost it's green.
With every progress
It is harder to read
I will forget crimes
You saved on my hard drive
I will forget culture
You saved as files
I am not more secure
Than papers or stones
Books do not need electricity,
electricity needs no culture -
only a comfort that stings itself.
Unnamed wolfUnnamed wolf
There is a dark
in the forest.
mercy. No sanctuary.
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!
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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