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Keith Frantz Jan 2018
If I should die before you
Do not grieve, do not wail
Celebrate all I have seen
All I have been,
Legend
Myth
And Tale

Know the fortune I have felt
The world I have loved
Sing the songs while we dance
Where gypsies once dwelt
Awe the dreams I lived
The laughter and romance

Moonwalks and seascapes
Pyramids and bonfires,
Waking sunrise glow...
Cable Cars and strangers
Koalas and Debussy,
Children and early Snow

Kahlo and hugs
Surf and starlight divine
Pinwheels and first kisses fine
Tragedy, and heartbreak
Yours and mine

Blessed I was
To love and wonder
To walk and scream
To spin and fall
Be joyous with
My tears and thunder
Now, the time to dream
Has seized us all

To all who sing my song
Of happiness and sorrow
Kindness and love,
Loss and triumph
Will the ‘morrow,

This life gives
For ever and ever
Dread not my end
I lived it through
Comedy’s endeavor
Never to again pretend

Welcome the next
And cherish the now
Yesterday’s brilliance
Should today allow

If I should die before you
Know what I have felt
Feel what I have known
Take what I have left
Reap what I have sown
Keith Frantz Nov 2017
As the Sun peaks
above its Morning Mountain
I crave your voice
I crave the Knowing

Dawn’s desire draws me near
Bless'd morning bodies entwined
unfolding breaths between...
Breeding harmony

The Sunday sweet Sanctuary  
The Before
Before all awakened eye
And anxious wonder

Lavender-lit painted skies
Cloak us under sweet sheets and clever comfort
Knowing

Neck nuzzles bring your arch
As I ache for you
Ache for your waking
Open, late dreams
float still
upon pillows of
Always and Forever

I watch as pink hues crest
And early birds carol
Day’s self awareness
Breaching
My perfect moment

I wish for you to know
To know this feeling
The Knowing
With me

Perchance
Your waking dream
Echoes my morning glory

I crave the Knowing
Keith Frantz Oct 2017
O Sacred Morning,
I long for unwaking’s sweet embrace
Elusive are dreams unfinished, sorrowed
And lost

Pray thee return dark slumber
Restful limbs abandoned, worry on the make
Harken back to sleep, dear one,
my rest not yet complete

I must cease my busy mind and calm this weary body
Sleep still, sleep again
Not yet…
For the sacred morn.
Keith Frantz Oct 2017
Dark and dangerous damsels all!
Harken my heed to The Hall!
There you'll find your broken man
Once so steady, word in hand
Chivalrous intentions still persist,
Would-be lovers yet insist
Hear this claim throughout the land
Heartbreak has made its final stand.

First kiss lies you put upon
His love-struck desire openly drawn
Clever whispers, tokens of deceit
Offer false promise, a life complete
Should he ever since true love find
Stoic, honorable, warm and kind
Instead a woman forging frozen heat
Herself all others she doeth cheat.

Your truths belie deceptive folly
Words disgrace values melancholy
The plays and acts of your selfish charm
Cannot try dissuade his sharp alarm
You’ve duly sung your siren's song
He’s awakened thus! And leaped headlong
No halting now from hero’s harm
His pain, eternal efforts to disarm.

Heroes have reached long for your heart
Gentry ambitions caused noble start
Lady Deception has lain her claws
Directly tearing virtuous cause
She cannot help herself, it seems
Her temperamental manner schemes
The love inside must surely die
From both the suitor and her lie
Nothing left save bitter dreams
O’ hollow silent endless screams.


Heroes die many of macabre accord
Falling upon their daunted sword
Worthless promise she has vowed
Nothing more than Vesta's shroud
Young men’s promise to hold true
Has been destroyed, Alas! By the few
Tarts and trollops plague the crowd
Harsh lessons ‘ere romance once proud

True love’s cunning and deceitful face
Condemned Sampson rout the Temple place!
By serpent’s tongue she doth speak
Where only true love he doth seek
Ill-mannered maids feign mystery
While decent men test history
Release me from thy maiden's bane
And surrender myself, devoted, again
To summit true love's crowning  peak
No folly left,
Mine heart is weak.

Upon this dream I shall die
Amid a broken hero's cry
Heed all acting faithfulness
With all one's heart must profess
Love is not a sword to parry
T’is but a gift, a song to carry
Take from these words my heart and sing
Of not cruelty, strife, or suffered King
No blood upon his battle dress
Valiant pursuits across mine chest.

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