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Archive for January, 2016

Cleave, thy heart

Oft’ purposed strike

Calling out

And swept into the sky

 

Where mirrored veins

Love, alike

My final breath

Is merged as vesture’s sigh

 

Gilded light

Estranged, alone

Hippocratic pull

Still lost to misty air

 

Riveted fight

The drink of stone

Frozen, pillowed

Retrieve thy passion there

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Swept aside

The loves deride

The telling tide

Of time

Of man

 

Lightened, strange

Restored, the change

Vast eras range

The time

Of man

 

Clasped to mind

Loftiest bind

Ephemer’s kind

No time

For man

 

Wasted pull

A severed role

Crafted soul

Left time

And man

 

Beyond sun

As only one

Gravely spun

The time

With man

 

Intellect

Ages reject

Hope’s effect

On time

On man

 

Haunting sweep

Sequestered sleep

Dreaded, deep

Through time

Past man

 

Tribute sound

On hallowed ground

Wings resound

Past time

Of man

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Pleading for a glimpse

You would settle

For a sordid, mythological thrill

Emotional surges

And touching words of

Crimson favors

You would sit beneath

Sweet trees

Autumnal browns and golds

And bid its presence

Alive, would bring

Peace and ever

If it could be so

A salvation

Continuing of the soul

 

You would behold

The eight wonders

And marvel

At them

Themselves

Harmonious

Yet vain

 

For I would ask

How could this

Creation, yet an echo

of the Divine

Claim the power of that Divine?

Beautiful, yes, sublime

But only for

The love, the pleasure

of the unglimpsed and unbeheld

 

To Him I would

You ask

Show me Your glory

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Avail

Smiling

On the tiger

On the night

Shielding

From the clearer

From the rite

Breathing

For the living

For the surge

Bleeding

After darkness

Failed dirge

Daring

To spend freely

To exhale

Dying

With pleasured gift

Now all avail

Calling

On all presence

On all seas

Crying

Over wishes

Over me

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Courses of Life

Bring down the stars

Alone at night

To sweep the stage

And call forth sight

Anvil harsh

For spears

For tears

Grasped and thrown

Believed fears

Symmetrical, strange

Pulled from sordid

Angry clasp

Alone, unfeared

Practical portion

Of night

Gifted, as a sweltered sight

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