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Seventh to the DawnWhence forgotten seven sighs
I heard a man tell seven lies
As list'ning birds did cease their songs
I saw a man do seven wrongs
'Pon the heavens, no sacred knaves
But then he did dig seven graves
Though wrathful but yet without sin
I saw this man jump direct in
As thoughts forsook and shadows fell
I witnessed him crawl straight to hell
As in a state of mind he crossed
And ever was he quickly lost
The moral is, though sadly sung
But never should your hands be wrung
For joy is but a cheerful pain
So goes my careful wrought refrain
And sorrow is a happiness won
Through pleasures known and miles run
Unto the world we've not a friend
So do we leave it in the end
Yet lonely, be you not alone
Your mind is all you've ever known
Your thoughts run true and feelings deep
So when the shadows' ending creep
Look to yourself for knowledge true
That all the 'Verse be shaped by you
And verses be sung to new refrain
The blackness comes, but not with pain
A beauty stark, still, cold and clear
Devoid of g
Thoughts of Godly IntentKiller quickly! Before they see you! Want to age but, cannot be you? Want to truth, but fraught with lie? Try to hasten, just to die. Try to buyback, just to lose; try to squabble, just to choose. Are you hearing? You're the last! Eat like ostrich, time is past. Tense the wording, age the Hell, try at midnight--rebel yell BUT! Do it softly, and none too quick; got a match? Candlestick? Righteous wailing, fill the night, pat your back, and take your flight. God is waiting, Devil's food; spawn the happy, love the rude and ever, always, insensitive.
RoundaboutRoundabout yet home again
Whence the bicker'd twilight come
Roused upon by clinging hen
Hence the flight'd will be done
Once before I gave my will
Up upon a knighted cloud
Ne'er again to breathing still
With'n tattered musty shroud
Hapless did I wander north
To the frozen bleak expanse
Sent my falt'ring heartbox forth
When her eyes bespoke a trance
Now I see a one distraught
Fetching shades of soften'ng fire
A heart as mine so overwrought
Resplendent in phoenix fire
Return afar from northern frost
To quench within passion's flame
Iron forged with strength once lost
In binding lives 'twill be the same
CorinthiaWatched from the near edge, eagle wings in Flight,
Sailed across the stars, saved the boy from Night;
Willed across the worlds, cried unto the Gods,
Cradled close my heart, leaving me to Nod's.
Wade out to the shore, walk unto his Side,
Be forever friend, dance the blushing Bride.
Sail across the sea, render unto Him;
Make your joyous noise, keep the sorrow Slim.
Coming 'last to home, bed b'neath the Moon;
Sorrow's blanket spread, nightfall coming Soon.
Resting dearly earned, peaceful dreams of Spring;
Seeing you again, when our souls take Wing.
Beauty in Movement PerceivedMoving clouds craft shapes of gneiss and iron,
As a still mist is but shattered ruby and glass;
With a roll 'pon the carpet comes rug-burn,
But give time, and the hours shall come to pass.
Lie still to watch the vision of day's turn,
Lest the daydreams of kings escape the grass.
Whence come the sleeper to these gated dreams:
It a passing fancy to the fool seems.
Smoke the stomping FAILURE!
Watch the rip'ning Tale of the Fish
Oft the record, off the record,
Lay a quiet, scaly wish,
Glitter'd bright, as stars at night
Blinding like the noonday Sun
Fall'n like the prideful One
Have a piece of peace and smiling
All the hands in pockets whiling
Find the pie with everybody's thumb
Seek the boy who hasn't any plumb
Find him waiting, turn him Outside-In,
Boil't well in oil, stick'm with a pin!
Yesterday is ought,
But only tomorrow's Sin.
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
My School Says I'm Worthless (sort of a rant)I'm a criminal because my values aren't their values
And I'm scum to say the least
Because I'm not on their list
Ones who have their lives set out
And drink from molten glory raining down from
School top balconies...
And I have myself left to blame for all the non-attempts
And truancies; the bleak distractions
That help me escape the inviolable test-score stares
Of disapproval that I attract from their
And they're forced to ask me 'Why?
Why are you still here?'
And I can barely say
That I'm afraid to leave.
That I know that no-one knows
Or what they want to be
But unlike those
I gave up
A while ago
And they can't tell me to my face that I'm a failure so they heavily imply
That my lacking presence
And even less impressive
Tendency for slacking off is evidence
That I am stupid and a fool and nothing more than such a waste of resources
And it's a disappointment
That I don't hold their ideals
VesselYour heart is a compass.
Broken, perhaps, but I know
It’s always searching for the North Star.
Which way will your beard point tonight?
DanielYou are vertebrae
reinforced with titanium
that does not make you the lesser -
You’ve got the weight of the world
on one shoulder
sometimes you trip because of it -
you’re still walking
and if things fused wrong
post or anterior
and if things fused out in the interior
your circuits live on
and if your thoughts get circular
or so do your moods
and your mind blanks and you forget -
you’re nervous but strong -
then I’ll remind you.
Because you give me
the backbone required
you’re my Atlas, so I lift my head,
you’re my axis, so I can face the future
because you are vertebrae
reinforced with titanium.
You’re my inner strength.
FallingFailure after failure
A life not worth living
Lost in my misery
Long gone are the good moments
I keep falling
Nothing can save me now
Gone my hopes are
Because He'sHe’s listening
Millions of them.
A flash of red
And a navy hat
No warning – now motionless
With skin turned to shadows.
A Sincere Feeling of Precious NeedAre, You, Wanting? Just a pause, a moment spent, or given
Freely transcribing, from sin to sinner, a canvas driven
Paint the whorls of her heart, stroke the brush upon the skin
Where there is no hatred true, a thiefless girl cannot make sin
Snatched from cradle, thrown to grave, err a glance was sent to sky
Listen well to heed the dripping laughter, 'neath dark angel's cry
Blackened men, with faces white, pale as snow, bloodless, tender
Feeling truthful, true to a fatherless heart, wayfared but never render
Sent beneath the speckled band of gold, parched for bluer blood
Never knowing sweet b'low the eyes of wanting 'neath the pristine mud
Wanted for the hands that sing, and ring the bells of clarity
Without seeking fantasy for which a man must cast his heart to charity
Formless as the mind, knowing, rhythm is the beat of spoken word
Coming once not first, nor e'er second, mere but a distant third
Now the milk is sour, and the kittens spit up right beside the bowl
When a child learns to
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