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perched atop a muddy graze
amongst the reefing centipede
does lady jade a’ponder days
from whence the eldest had decreed.
*"what's this a'fuss upon the breeze
that sings a song of fallen trees?"
**a burnin' Birgham urn, aburn!
a'crack—a'whack—a'wish..***
was broadening—a shiver, swift—
bespoken of her crown to rest?
what way whereby these spirits lift
that hide should (of the head) contest?
*"what, unbeknownst, should overwhelm
this silv'ry shoat, what's felling elm?"
**a burnin' Birgham urn, aburn!
a'crack—a'whack—a'wish..***
amidst a cruel cacophony,
the lady seed, she must concede
the razing of her progeny
beholden to appease a need.
*"what's this in want of dire good
that preys upon upholding wood?"
**a burnin' Birgham urn, aburn!
a'crack—a'whack—a'wish..***
on arbor brawn does ardor dine
does earthen daughter march to meet
as tireless as the vile design
divesting mother's gen'rous teat.
*"what subtleties uproot the heart
as bodies from their souls depart?"
**a burnin' Birgham urn, aburn!
a'crack—a'whack—a'wish..***
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 8:19 AM UTC
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i love you so much
¯ - more than - ¯
i'll never
know
. . .
.
Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 8:22 AM UTC
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Love
is a fire
in each of us;
it is fueled by every
breath we take and it is
kindled by wholesome
faith and passion.
Love
is a persistent
blaze that is only
extinguished
by the
suffocation
of our death.
Love will
burn
until
there is
no air left
to feed it.
Hatred is
not the absence
of love; hatred is the
conflagration that sparks
from the haphazard tending
of the inherent love-flame.
Hatred is merely
the byproduct of a
series of choices that
ultimately result in
suppressing or
denying that
which is
undeniably
aflame within us.
Hate steals our breath—
the precious air—causing
the flame of love to wane,
yet love's fire will burn
at any cost.
Love,
of
its
right
to consume,
will always aim to
overcome and redefine itself
as well as any flame that rivals it.
Destruction is intrinsic of a flame.
Yet, love's fire endures to make
us pure.
Severe
structural damage
is inevitable, as love will
destroy all that is not of it.
But, love will never
destroy us.
Love
works
to destroy
the machinations
we have allowed
the ruinous
world
to
*****
within us.
We must all choose a
flame to tend and we must
also choose how to tend it.
We must never misuse
the bellows of faith, lest we
start another fire that will ultimately
starve that of atonement and purity—
the one we were all born with—
the one in what's absence
we would cease to exist.
Fighting fire with fire
accomplishes nothing directly;
it only succeeds in adding
'wild' to the fire,
encouraging an
incinerating confusion.
We must focus our attention
to giving the love-flame
the fuel it desires
and let its
nature
take
course.
As love thrives
to grow within us,
all other fires will
cower and die.
The flame
of love
will
leave
us clean
and whole;
a tended flame
by any other name
will leave us
ashen and
wasted.
Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 8:24 PM UTC
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*hmm..
do I feel like
thieving
time
today
or not?*
Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 7:47 PM UTC
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*Careful
who you trust,
for the devil
plays both
sides.*
Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 7:21 PM UTC
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*There are
two types
of people,
but only
one evil.*
Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 7:15 PM UTC
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Our World
Is our delicate time and space;
it drains us, yet sews
all its wisdom in lieu.
As an honorable thief,
does it give and it take;
yet, the World, it refuses
to learn or give due.
The World dons scarves
as dark as the night
as to peddle its eye
round a vanity, fair.
These beautiful veils
of deceptive insight
do shamelessly shade
the reality there.
And, so, the World speaks
a fallacious demise,
and helpless are we
but to learn for a season.
So, painfully teething,
oft made is the choice
that's ironically borne
by the curse of it's
R E A S O N .
Our Life
it is fickle, and its hurdles, astute,
are hidden from sight,
lest we brace for an err.
Erectors of kingdoms
and heroes of lore
have knelt in submission,
though truly, they bear
as successors of wisdom;
and, hashing the mind
will lessen their fears
and their Love beatify.
For, whereas our Love
will instill in us purpose,
this World, of its greed
shall indemnify.
Blind to this study
are those who are jaded
by a constant
societal scrutiny—
what spawns of a whisper,
one so oft mistakes
as factual precept
or a mystery.
And, as nature's allowed,
through the pain of what's seen,
born of this mindset's
a fear that
M I S L E A D S .
Our Fear
can be weakness or a tool to enlight,
and those of the weakness
shall suffer the blitz;
the absolute's waning
shall surely bevex
such disdaining and hopeless
a reckless dismiss.
Misplacing this fear
makes a host most deranged
and the doorway to
failure falls wide.
The fear of critique,
and of silence and death,
all are but wrought
of the fear of one's life.
For lesser is known,
such siring mistrust,
though, all but uncommon, herein.
And, those who fear
are as ignorant sheep,
but those who do not
fall astray to the spin.
Yet, let ignorance be noble;
for denying Love's endeavor
be ****** as boiling waters
F O R E V E R .
Our People
fall short of the brilliance of babes
to pursue a suggestion—
a swindling so grand.
So, of what mystic gall,
so bold to demand,
has the World to serve
as the Heart of man?
The wise do not place
fear in death or the World;
they take solace in faith
and fear not this affair.
Their fear has been placed
in the face of greatness,
relieving an ignorant
soul of despair.
For only in death
is there absence of question,
and far beyond crossing
will peace enrobe the wise.
So, sharpen your motive
and look to the skies;
for alongside the answer,
therein, lies the
R E P R I S E !
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 3:08 PM UTC
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the girl
is quite comical.
i find it entertaining
to watch her fumble
about words and
apologize
to
the
air
.
the girl
staves off the
darkness when she
brings it to light and
my light burns bright
with the
words
she
will
share
for she's
full of hot air
(though a little
shy to spare)
.
the girl
shoves back with
an oxygen-rich burn,
but she listens well
and her heart
is good
like
the
weeds
that grow
under her
watchful
eye
.
the girl
gives me courage
to pray it all forward
and even though she
may never call me
a brother, i'll
surely
grow
stronger,
and i'll rejoice
in the Lord and
i'm thanking
Him for
both
the
girl
and
those
grins as
she struggles
admitting she is
simply *illegitimate,
NO LONGER*~!
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 12:37 PM UTC
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*Choose
words wisely
for the ink of life
is permanent.*
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 8:11 AM UTC
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if any man's palate be perfect,
then let him also be perfect,
but if his palate be
untrained,
then
let him
eat until his
heart's content, for
there is plenty!
and if his
heart
remains
hungry, then
let him ask for
more for his soul is
malnourished and
there is plenty!
and if he
is full and
satisfied, then
let him ask for more
still, for there are those
that starve and still
there is plenty!
and let him share his ration
with his neighbors in good
taste, and let them
dine together in
fellowship, for
there is plenty!
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 5:42 PM UTC