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L T Caulfield Apr 2018
In autumn as the leaves fall,
my hand is placed in hers.
Shes wearing green-yellow eyes,
and a green paisley shawl.
The Creator of All
,with her subtle grace, concurs.
Her beauty is whole.
The brilliance of her form
only a reflection of pure soul,
and this purity can be seen
exampled by her life.
I pray that you may know her
so you may taste what heavens like.
Heed my words," be like her!",
and even on earth
there shall be no strife.
L T Caulfield Apr 2018
What have we done?
We plucked the apple from its place.
Its vivid reds begin to turn.
Should we have left it where it hung?
Fruits in sacks for profits sake.
From something more we've made a game.
Though in futility have never won.
Instead of enjoying we make it a race,
while covering her pure skin in lace.
Our forest fell and now burn.
The smoke is agitating my lungs.
Cities pollute our pristine lakes.
The ignorance of a few is now far flung.
Pray to christ for we are lame.
Yet you I will not blame
before myself because I've acquiesced.
No longer! Run with me,
and we'll correct our past mistakes.
Ridding ourselves of pestilence
togeather lets build a future beyond all imagining.
L T Caulfield Apr 2018
Afraid of careless gambles, on drunken nights,     only learning after what I can afford.
Not with metals or worldly heights,
but with myself and who I wish to be.
What can we potentially embody
after placing darkness back in the void?
Striving to avoid a tempting wrong,
while thirsting to be wholly right.
Can we hear a sirens song,
while praying to be free from plight?
Im grasping to remember.
Well maybe we will live forever?
In which case I am righteous regardless,
yet maybe not then whats the difference?
Or maybe just not at this step
with such little temperance, but i think we will.
On a path ive seen the moon atop a hill,
with stairs aruin.
So many descended,
so far so little ascended back.
Luckily they remortered and redeemed the way.
This Way is great, past conception.
Its illusory lack shows us what to prune.
Lessons of unique complexion and importance.
Of most to me, atleast to a few.
Quite illogical I know. I think so do you.
Sleep no more lion lift your head from the dew.
Even though the truth is shrouded
it shines brighter than a sky unclouded.
Find the invisible, and you'll find all life,
beyond life, indivisible.
L T Caulfield Apr 2018
Justice is a fruit of freedom,
which taste sweet upon the lips of the righteous.
Tyranny is a bug that degeneratly bites the plant before its fruition,
while robbing men of his labors and good things
that are rightfully his.
L T Caulfield Apr 2018
Have we picked and plundered beyond our necessities?
If so why have we not been content?
To grasp for more may be human, but to sit humbly is divine.
The joy we ache for is not found in power, nor is it found as we know to search.
It's as a plant grows or a man developes. Partaking in infinity like a subtle glimpse.
Here we will find sanctity.
Here we will find life beyond death, and knowing will forever be free and thankful.

— The End —