Oct 2013
thinking oft of alighting into dreams
whose rides go through loftiest-clouds..
Upon the gilt threshold, it appeared - a waiting carriage
and passing by, along the broken road, came Zachary
through gentle-haze, it struck him - the face of beauty
Came nearer.. only for disillusionment to take him by the hand..
Zachary’s lament falls on the thunderous roll of carriage
as it leaves the water’s edge..
ripping out his heart-eyeball and throwing at open lightning-sky
He chokes on dust-particled truth-beads piercing heavy-air, doubling over
Zachary, oh Zachary.. who are you?
too many ill-winds
blow rude-breathe
rack and shake your life-cage
try to unseat your heart’s-core
a gentle-prayer comes across the way – and takes your hand – leads you to the side
it shows you how redemptive-answers lie on the light-ripple on the water
go quietly beneath and
you’ll find yourself..
in time*
S T – 15 Octogonic-day 2013
whose rides go through loftiest-clouds..
Upon the gilt threshold, it appeared - a waiting carriage
and passing by, along the broken road, came Zachary
through gentle-haze, it struck him - the face of beauty
Came nearer.. only for disillusionment to take him by the hand..
Zachary’s lament falls on the thunderous roll of carriage
as it leaves the water’s edge..
ripping out his heart-eyeball and throwing at open lightning-sky
He chokes on dust-particled truth-beads piercing heavy-air, doubling over
Zachary, oh Zachary.. who are you?
too many ill-winds
blow rude-breathe
rack and shake your life-cage
try to unseat your heart’s-core
a gentle-prayer comes across the way – and takes your hand – leads you to the side
it shows you how redemptive-answers lie on the light-ripple on the water
go quietly beneath and
you’ll find yourself..
in time*
S T – 15 Octogonic-day 2013
yeah man - do keep 'em smiles flowing – it’s in there.. somewhere
let's try not to lament the rough-seas too much.. there's purpose to the pain (lol)
some saying I read :
Smooth roads never make good drivers
Smooth seas never make good sailors
Clear skies never make good pilots
Be strong enough to challenge of Life
Don't ask Life: 'Why me?'
Instead - say: 'Try me!'
sub-entry : tackle
word-spewing’s easy
when heart’s bashed on stone
yet beaut-flow comes breezy
tackle that inside.. slowly
let's try not to lament the rough-seas too much.. there's purpose to the pain (lol)
some saying I read :
Smooth roads never make good drivers
Smooth seas never make good sailors
Clear skies never make good pilots
Be strong enough to challenge of Life
Don't ask Life: 'Why me?'
Instead - say: 'Try me!'
sub-entry : tackle
word-spewing’s easy
when heart’s bashed on stone
yet beaut-flow comes breezy
tackle that inside.. slowly
