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Brody Blue Dec 2019
Not until you learn
To be kind to fellow man,
Who, unlike the sun,
Still has much to find
In the shadows cast by good
Intentions of will,

Can you thrive and will
Everything you come to learn
Be fruitful and good.
For in every man
Is a universe to find
That outshines the sun.

For under the sun,
Where immense heat halts all will,
Nothing you will find,
Nothing you can learn,
Competes with the heart of man
When within is good.

Man is all that’s good.
By man alone is the sun
Understood, as man
Utilizes will
And has tamed the beast to learn
To name what he finds.

In nature, you’ll find
It knows no such thing as good,
And you will soon learn
The indifferent sun
Has no heart, no soul, no will,
Near the likes of man.

In the heart of man
Resides all courage to find,
For courage is will’s
Resolve to do good,
As unlike the deathless sun:
Only man can learn.

Man has all the good
You can find beneath the sun,
For, by will, they learn.
Brody Blue Dec 2019
Puzzling the will
Time immemorial, love
Floods the realm of time.
Midday thru midnight,
Hearts attempt to blind the mind,
Till souls fall headlong

Into hell’s pit, long
Before our determined will
Submits to our mind.
Nothing comes from love
By lovers in endless night;
Swiftly moves the time

Till there is no time,
And the days that once seemed long
Turn forever night.
What good will your will
Be if there’s no soul to love?
So keep it in mind,

Your limited mind,
That in unlimited time,
All but for your love
Will not last for long.
You won’t live to see your will
Brighten someone’s night

Lest you brave the night
With the might of your own mind,
And by strength of will,
Disregard all time
So long as the day is long;
Only then will love

Truly be true love.
For even a stormy night
Is not for love long.
For love’s of the mind,
As the heart cannot bear time
Nor implement will

That love has in mind.
Thru the night and for all time,
Love lasts long past will.
This is a sestina made up of six pairs of haikus, and a single haiku at the envoi.
Brody Blue Dec 2019
What can you do to get higher than heaven?
What can you know to go deeper than hell?
What can you ask but an age old question?
What can I say no tongue can tell?

There is a time when all will be forgotten,
When all beneath the sun to ashes burn;
When the fruit on the vine is rotten,
And to earth, as dust, returns.

Howbeit, if with cloud comes thunder,
And with thunder, brings the rain,
All the same, we’re left to wonder—
(With no answer to obtain)—:

What can you do to get higher than heaven?
What can you know to go deeper than hell?
What can you ask but an age old question?
What can I say no tongue can tell?

In spite of all the time we spend attending
To what's been seen and said, desired and done:
Clouds on high grow far-extending,
And the light is overcome.  

Howbeit, if with cloud comes thunder,
And with thunder, brings the rain,
All the same, we’re left to wonder—
(With no answer to obtain)—:

What can you do to get higher than heaven?
What can you know to go deeper than hell?
What can you ask but an age old question?
What can I say no tongue can tell?
Brody Blue Nov 2019
Deathless is your beauty, evermore
Boundless than the sea between the shore.
Nothing near your likeness have I ever come to know,  
A beauty deathless as a precious stone.

Though no diamond and no amethyst
Has yet to cross my sight I can’t resist.
But I would spend my final breath and even sell my soul
If it bought me you for me to hold.

But I’m afraid it’s much too great a cost
When all required to desire's lost.
And for me to sit and wait in faith with bated breath
Won't bring me you but only certain death.  

For deathless as your beauty seems to be,
It is not deathless in reality.
Every flower’s powerless when faced with history,
Deathless only within memory.
A song about fair youth
Brody Blue Nov 2019
Deserted on an island,
Wishing on a star,
To shine thru the clouds above
And show me where you are.
While I wait at the station
For the train that I'm to board;
I'm going home
For my reward.

But something in the way
You do the things you do,
Sure does make it hard
For me to make it thru:
A long time coming for
A good night loving you.

My revels now are ended,
I'm a man of twists and turns,
With many words to say,
Though for sleep I deeply yearn,
I get no satisfaction
From either anymore.
Solely from your kiss,
Only this and nothing more.

But something in the way
You do the things you do,
Sure does make it hard
For me to make it thru:
A long time coming for
A good night loving you.

I thought I'd find you weeping,
Waiting for me at the loom;
I thought I saw your headlights,
But it was just the moon.
Vainly, I drank up the sea,
And now I'm cursed to roam
The sands — again —
Alone

Deserted on an island,
Wishing on a star,
To shine thru the clouds above
And show me where you are.
While I wait at the station
For the train that I'm to board;
I'm going home
For my reward.

But something in the way
You do the things you do,
Sure does make it hard
For me to make it thru:
A long time coming for
A good night loving you.
A song about salvation.
Brody Blue Oct 2019
I'm not sure I know what it means,
But I've already stolen a new pair of wings
From the back of a moth
Hoping they can take me farther.
Beneath the glow of a lamp I drift,
From the swarm of the ****** I cannot sift,
And beneath the light
Only makes the night look darker.
Brody Blue Oct 2019
You and me, we should be.
Two is one. One is none.

Lose and get. Is this it?
Two is one. One is none.

All is blue without you.
Two is one. One is none.
A song about vanity.
Music by M. Dugas.
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