The Rose in the Woods: August 2010

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Redemption

To die in grace

Requires a common place

None too exuberant a demand

But to lay at peace with few at hand

A priest may be humbled

In a wake of sincere trust

With a smile raised cheekbone

A chalice in cusp

The wine of the old

So somber and cold

With few friends around

Freeing silence found

A laugh to the self

Is a redeeming factor in death.

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Monday, August 30, 2010

Subtle Minerals

A face can travel through time

A soul is a moving force

A balance can be attained

Through grievance and remorse

How forgiving are the hours

Set hard on granite stone

Rocks and heavy boulders

Can minerals atone?

Then there are the ashes

Also structured bone

Resting on the pile of earth

Resting now at home

Life is subtle like the rain

Upon the blade of grass sustained.

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Why?

An ancient proverb once said to see

Fear not the night into letting this be

Traverse these halls of moth lined walls

Flutter to the center towards the root of the cause

So tall is the fall that falters us all

The cold and the damp under clear constant call

Marching precision tied to each owns decision

Mountains cascading fixed to clouds in the vision

Through the forest of veils are virtues assailed

Detailing the travels of the servants and sails

Seldom does the truth often pry

With wide eyes or breath asking why?

A bend in the bow is an arrow to shoot

Are you the mark or the hands made of youth?

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Saturday, August 28, 2010

Alone in the Night

Wandering amassed through these dark corridors

Stenches of time plastered to walls cracked wood floors

Inside the mansion multiplid pass the hill

Upon the ocean a salt drifts from the wind to the sill

The paint chips no different than the sand

A demand of resistance or renaissance touch is at hand

Cool dead expands upon the door knobs that rust

In trust and estate the deed turns to dust

The light in the attic once illumined of grace

In the basement below creeps small life still at stake

A drenched molding picture slants what is shown

The major depression of wrath time has bestowed

A breeze creeps through these halls floating on sweet winter's kiss

Cold as frozen tundra

Hardened

Uncalled

Seldom missed

A composure and tenure unbiased from all

The graveyard by the house crafted by pleasant withdrawal

A time of laughter gone

Resting on a grave sight

A flower does sit

Alone in the night.

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Thursday, August 26, 2010

Seasons

There are many people

We all come back to

I'm not sure with all this change

If I can come back to you

I'm sorry we have grown

And the person I once knew

Has changed a few perspectives

But clings to the same view

So if you knew the reason

Why it's not us two

The rhythm for the treason

Is the same why we have seasons.

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Sunday, August 22, 2010

Sewn in love

Say it love

Say it's love

Holding my body to the garden

Hang my head to the post

Issuing towards your deprived pardon

This is love

Sewn in love

From above

So what's your choice

Is it push

Is it shove

Indecision still

In this love for the wrong one

Snow weeps until your soul is one

Wide eyes blink

You think it's all such fun

Well come

I'll show you love

With the wrong done.

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War Children

We are war children

The helpless lost generation

Of bloody hands and palms

Lulling ourselves to sleep using Psalms

The flood and the onslaught

Has cost more today

Than the wives and the children torn away

Men and women with weapons

Sold enslaved

So what's your pay

Towards the swords and graves

That linger in foreign lands

Parts thrown astray

Cancer burning the glass ashtray

It is sworn sister

That this is not in vain

So why then do we refrain

From the truth that is murder

With rape that has it's way

On lands which will never sway

In beliefs or promise

That they will send our boys and girls

Straight back through this way

These are our future choices

Being thrown aflame.

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Sundered

I expected more from you

You were my shining star

The one with no points

Just unconditional light traveling far

Could I have been the Supermassive black hole

Who transformed your radiance to nothing more

Than an unsolved crime

Of gravitation crushing divine

In the cosmic arena

A fight for pull and beauty partakes

With math and numbers holding order and place

Thought and wonder forming shape

So here I stand dreaming of death

With chaos on shore to share sunder

This is thunder

A blinding flash can only dull sight

You must will the rest to take flight

You know I shoot straight through a pinhole

Listen not with your eyes

Tend to your soul

Don't go under.

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Saturday, August 21, 2010

The Play

With it all

Down with it all

The artist's imagination

Is a wrecking ball

How can perfect light

Be pictured to stay

When staying to points

Means to stagnate the day

Away I say, Away

From all of the noise

The thunderstorm and lightning

Are my only poise

At least with destruction

Of towering walls

Can truth be inducted

Into lavishing halls

Rain upon the gutter

Redirecting floods

A value of calm nature

Mixing with mud

Elation to the point of conspiracy

Can constrict those who say

To think such thoughts are crime

To all's utter dismay

If the bounty of infinite love

Means breaking down all joys

Where is the trust you once had

When I made my service yours

Alas Alas if all dreamed this way

Of dreary sweet weather outshining the grey

Of an overcast of drops feeding what may

Perhaps then all would be able to appreciate the play.

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Bliss

She asked me to write

So what could I do

With spheres in the background

Tasting so true

Just like attaching to wood

Sap from the tree

Sticky sweetness so good

Setting me free

With bears they seek honey

While men they seek money

Both needing sustenance

Switch roles that's quite funny

A beast with a burden

A man fending stings

Both rich enchantments

Both useless things

For each to fully prosper

It must stand for what's known

Keep the bear in the woods

Let the man keep his throne

And if they encounter

The neck in the woods

No bravery could withstand

A growling death pull

If the beast does wander

Into man's land an incredulous uproar

Guns within hands bullets will soar

What's all this to do

With nature with you

It was his forest first

You built a room

Swat flies in your house

The beast will catch fish

You let me know now

Who lives in bliss.

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Lightness in Dark

Carrying lightness in the dark

Is like reflecting pieces of your heart

Letting the World see

Twenty eight phases you claim to be

Yet when there is none

Where is the Sun

Showing your incandescent glow

It is only then you are missed

When still the waves do hiss

Upon the rocks

With foam and soul

I'll tell you one thing

When your in full bloom and swing

The hordes and the masses

All tend to sing

Of your glory and offspring

But if you turn cold

A rare blue and old

They cower like fear is their dear friend

Only with wax of a candle light

Do they dare courage and plight

One of unsheltered care

In full knowledge a wane is soon near

To show nothing this surreal

In essence is real

In keeping timed position

There is no worry of disposition

Aimed at the billions watching you float

In Eons of Earth turning

No matter their yearning

A true darker side never was shown

For what does a mortal

Know of the eternal heart-flow

Of a barren wasteland

Bombarded with stones shoveling sand

Keeping small progress

With unneeded knowledge

That if shadow is lost

Then so is the ground.

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