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I love to experiment with writing and I am open to discussion. Love to share experiences and philosophize on the nature and meaning of life. Invite comments and or criticism on my own work." In the end it's not about the life we live but how we choose to live it."
Please be so kind as to leave a comment. Even if it is just one word describing feelings. It helps me to grow as an artist.
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In lands that seem so far away
my hands are idle
my spirit sways
In pastures silent bountiful
may well be miles and miles away
In my dreams I had touched the bow
wide awake and sleeping now.
I had heard the siren sing her song
She left me weeping to the bone
I had come to her as day is long
seeking this which I could never own.
Had felt her breath through the leaves
tasted death where she breathes
and still had brokered a foolish deal.
but the wind was crisp that day
and the chill in my bones did fade
and I the weary traveller
were no match for her blade.
Here and now in rank self pity
and know what I know will know no more,
take heed ye who follow thee,
and bargain not what ye bargain for.

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Had I beheld the glimmer of your waiting eyes,
Had I fell for the relentlessness of your beauty,
Had  your spell left me adrift in the sands of your paradise,
Had I known Love.
Had I trembled inside in anticipation,
Had my mental faculties been on vacation,
Had  your smile been my salvation,
Had I known Love.
Had I placed my hand upon your breast,
Had I traced the landscapes and the crests,
Had I sacrificed to the alter of your lovliness,
Had I known Love.
Had I met you in the in between,
The fleeting rhythm, the heated screams,
Had I known the sweetness of your Being,
Had I known Love.
Had I held you close and kept you safe,
Had I offered you so much more than good intentions,
Had I honored the implied,
Had I known Love.
Had I provided in neglect of my needs,
Had I offered flowers for your weeds,
Had I been blind after all,
Had I known Love.

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Eyes open
wide and teary
Wild is the wind
through the branches
of mourning.
Enchanting is the sunset
over a restless sea
Beauty is all I can see.
The sunrise brings ships
through the fog of aberation
and cannons three fold
in deaths celebration.
The thinking man comes
taking thinking delight
but no thoughts at all
to the innocents plight.
Strange are the ways
of self serving cause
and stranger days
for those who play God.
Reason without reason
like thieves in the night
and Greed becomes treason
and justice takes flight.
Repression has ended
for those who stand tall
Agression befriended
by the weak and the small.
Life does not sleep
as self righteous believe
and debts that are reaped
become diseased.
The plan is unfolding
there can be no delay
These cards for the holding
should be thrown away.
The sunset approaches
before the red dawn
over the depths
shallow ships sail upon.

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Like spring breeze
through the chimes
all is well,
when nothing rhymes.
And all is well
when rhyming ends
for He who knows,
knows pretend.
A song of chimes
and I remain
long is time,
and know it's pain.
Beauty in it's random hymn
the Sun and the rain
are without sin,
names of change
remain the same
the breeze that fades
and comes again.

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And lo you speak of darkness
in the halo of the flame
your words are marred in starkness
of a fear without a name.
And lo casting spells
distortions of perfection
and all the desert ills
marring His reflection.
And in the cold hard blackness
you have named it just as well
and cannot see the Beauty
past the self created Hell.
And lo you dream of monsters
to explain away your Hate
and you speak of madman
as if they wait outside the Gate.
I have watched you building castles
to shield you from the light
commissioned these epistles
and steal away the night.
And lo there standing silent
to all that could never be
the sleepless fervent wishes
that can never make you free.
And lo you speak of darkness
almost as if it known
and fall deep and leave to the abyss
of this your eternal renown.

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These words
falling flowers
into the night
these letters binding
building prisons
to protect me from the light.
I sing the songs so quietly
and I barely know they're there
but the thorns rip in sublimely
and I'm bleeding unaware.
I cannot remember
the beauty of the dawn
so I paint crooked pictures
upon these prison walls.
I have seen the irovy towers
are built of humble flesh
and darkness that moves in shadows
feigning death.
I have known the sorrow
of the masses underfoot
and I have seen the horror
I had bartered for a look.
So many nights I've trembled
cold sweats and concrete floors
Imaginings I have tendered
I can pretend no more.
I had been the wretched
I had been a paltry King
I had been elected
but had not led a thing.
I had felt the pangs of hunger
false piety of ancient lore
gluttonous and ravenous
I am these things no more.
And now I give this fear to the fire
This Love like no other beneath the nails
and pity to the funeral pyre
because the pyre never fails.
I had surrendered madness
to the grave where it belongs
that I may watch my sadness
turn to gladness in these songs.

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Trembling in the Shadows weeping
will not protect you
from who you are.
Denial soon to lose it's favour
in the thinning of the veil
Deceit as well will lose it's flavour
Truths spoken unaware.
To Thee Thy Brothers keeper knows
The sacred pact has He declared
To Thee Thy mothers Reeper crows
and still He does not hear.
Blasphemy in words unspoken
and choices not concieved
and frozen still and separate
but not beyond reprieve.
Let that which pass to pass away
Surrender to The ground at hand
Give leave to mindless errant plans
and sorrow not for ignorance;
for it deliver thee into Thine hands.
Love in depths for all I see
and cannot see
Love in heights and Hearts
for Thee and only Thee.

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With Love and Trust and Charity
Reach for that beyond your grasp
Know that that which holds you back
Surely cannot last.
Be the change you seek
beyond the confines of your mind
The Heart is full of Love and Light
and cannot be denied.
All those things of fear and doubt
need not be rejected
Parts of you and parts of me
need only be accepted.
And change will come on guilded wings
and Truth revealed in everything
You need not think Nor act or speak
Just Be the change you seek.

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When She comes,
                   She comes,
When She goes,
                   She goes,
My silent refrain,
What She knows,
                   She knows.
What She knows,
                   She knows,
What She sees,
                   She feels,
Into the Fire below,
Into the Fire below.
When She comes,
                   She comes,
When She spreads,
                   Her wings,
When She goes,
                   She goes,
She doesn't feel a thing.

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You push,
 I pull,
You break away,
I remain.
You rise,
I fall,
your pride,
my shame.
You twist,
I turn,
Your fist,
but I learn.
You hide,
I seek,
Your kiss,
my turn.
Your lies,
my heart,
your shame,
new start.
Your drama,
my part,
your stage,
I depart.

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The intellect in all it's glory
pales and fails to tell the story
Look here the depth
Let's play a game
Let's make it simple
Give it a name.
Let's make up words
and call them real
so when they're spelling
we can steal.
Let's scare em plenty
they'll eat it up
and we'll be sailing
while they are stuck.
Let's make some problem
and play our roles
so we can live
in our kings robes.
We'll point our fingers
snicker and sigh
those retched souls
don't live nor die.
We'll make up Gods
invent beliefs
and we'll make good
like bands of thiefs.
But wait, no wait
I didn't know
where is my heart
where did it go?
How did I become this empty husk?
How did I learn not to trust?
and why can I not feel
this thing called Beauty?
My monies good
but my hands..
They are so... dirty.

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Words fall like tears from the eyes
of self professed saints.
I had had no recollection
of asking it be so.
Words fail the Truth,
stretched over gaping jars,
liberties of nulification
until they all mean the same
to the specimens inside.
I had prayed for Truth
and spoke the Word
so many times that it
became meaningless
sound without feeling,
Just jibberrish
cast upon the dung heap
of ill intention.
I put down my pen
for the words seemed unfit
and my thoughts unexpressed.
...and the Silence wrote sonnets
and soliloquies and prose
and scriptless scripts;
carved sculptures out of the nothingness,
painted the sky.
In the magic of the carpet
I could not utter a word,
for days
for the meaning had truly faded
and in it's place
the vivid landscape
without a voice.