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Sep 2016 · 606
The Light
Soft little bubble glowing brightly on the bedroom floor.
In the dark shadow of the early morning peeping shyly.
Dancing in the corner like a delicate flower of light.
Glittering, flickering, sparkling like a brilliant gem.
Snuffing out, relighting, fading then shining strongly
like a spotlight beaming past the veil against it.
The blackout curtain imperfectly drawn against the intrusion.
Protecting the world inside from the tiny heaven spark.
Reaching in from a fiery source 1 Earth's Orbit away.
Cracking the barrier against the 4th dimension at its weakest point.
Breaking through the darkness of the new day's dawn.
Disturbing sleepy reality as morning progresses.
Bobbling across the floor like a wobbling balloon
Flaming with growing intention from the simplest photon.
Filling the room with its awesome power
... chasing the darkness away.
Aug 2016 · 812
Can Everybody Still Hear?
Can we?
Can we still hear?
Asking the Question,
Can Everybody Still Hear?
We can!

Do we?
Do we still care?
Knowing the Answer,
Does Anybody Still Care?
We do!

May we?
May we still go?
Daring the Odds,
May Somebody Still Show?
He May!

Shall we?
Shall we still dance?
Taking the Chance,
Shall the Children Still Dance?
They shall!

Will we?
Will we still have time
Robbing the Hall Clock,
Will the Fiery Hell's Bells Still Chime?
They Will!
Cinquain Poem. 5 Stanzas. Attempted Syllable Count: 2, 4, 6, 8, 2
Apr 2016 · 876
The Walker
In the long ago past ancient timeline,
A maritime mirror shined bright like glass.
A Cross reflection above the treeline.
Division between like a deep abyss.

Surface tension broken with just a touch.
Stepping out onto on top of the brine.
Moving Minds;Disturbing Thoughts;Did So Much
Don’t worry Child, You did it All just fine.

Passing beneath, under the overpass,
After walking thru a long dark tunnel,
Finally reaching Critical Mass; Then
Rose up high, airborne in a cloud funnel.

For you and I, He gave his life: He died.
Rising again revived; the Son survived.
I'm unsure if the title should be something else; Suggestions?
Shakespearean Sonnet Form, 10 syllables per line
abab; cdcd; efef; gg
Apr 2016 · 1.1k
Ripples of Least Resistance
Walking down a long lonely road
Ever closer nearing the edge
Stepping out off the gravel grade
Walk along right next to the ledge
Saw a cross above the treeline
After traversing the dark tunnel
Passing beneath the overpass
For you he gave his life; He died

Smooth water across was like glass
Tension broken with just a touch
Divide between; a deep abyss
Moving disturbing did so much
He stepped out on top of the brine
Don’t worry child you did it well
Nobody there gave a Rat’s ***
He rose revived the Son survived

Touching the surface a clean slate
Dip it in deep creating wake
The sky a perfect reflection
Send out ripples filling the lake
Long ago past ancient timeline
Rose up high in a cloud funnel
Finally reached critical mass
Emerging on the otherside
Ballade form ... not sure if it's done correctly, seems confusing, 8 syllables per line
Apr 2016 · 1.2k
Pandora's Box
Entities of Reality stalk haunt humankind
Teasing unmercifully promising in person
A plain brown package; The Mind’s Eye;  Pandora’s Box.
Desire disguised as a need, want, or a trophy.
Consciousness trying to escape the emptiness.
It doesn’t matter;  How can we rise above, transcend it?

It doesn’t matter;  We’re all going to the same place someday.
It doesn’t matter;  We’re all going to Heaven anyway.

The tears won’t stop?  Call them Tears of Joy;  Gratitude.
Make promises to get what you want, then wait to see.
Pretend to be Happy;  Joyful;  Hide the Pain.
Make jokes!  Laugh your way through the heartache!  Look happy!
Want it?  Take it!  Don’t look a gift-horse in the mouth!
Feeling guilty about it is unproductive.
Saving Grace;  Just Passing Thru;  Get Out of Jail Free!
It doesn’t matter;  Unconditional Forgiveness.

It doesn’t matter;  We’re all going to the same place someday.
It doesn’t matter;  We’re all going to Heaven anyway.

Despair, Distress, Hopelessness;  An Undeserved Mess!
What’s in it for You?  Recognition?  Salvation?
Generosity;  Curiosity;  Doesn’t Pay!
Return it!  Get a Refund!  Just use it, don’t buy!
Redemption; Reconciliation; Justified;
It doesn’t matter;  Give it back: Return To Sender

It doesn’t matter;  We’re all going to the same place someday.
It doesn’t matter;  We’re all going to Heaven anyway.
A Devil's Advocate Prose rant combining a Bop & Anaphora; 12 Syllables per line
Sep 2015 · 1.9k
Paint Drips
Paint drips disguise and
obliterate lies like ink-
daubed tattoos on eyes
fooling unconditional
considerate conviction.
Tanka Style Poem 5-7-5-7-7
Sep 2015 · 1.9k
Baby in the Cupboard
In the cupboard, baby sleeps
dreaming softly of
World Peace, Love, and Happiness.
Haiku Poem 7-5-7
Sep 2015 · 1.2k
Persephone
Walked to the lake nobody around
Watery clear mirrored no sound
Fish made their move taken by surprise
Divine Love entered the clearing in disguise
Appeared from nowhere crossed time bridged space
How did Love know where to find this place
Knew from the start Love wanted her heart
To make her stay from far away
Destined to meet had no idea why
Kind hopeful passionate romantic guy
Foliage reflection silent forest clime
A window a portal a wormhole in time
Peeked through the veil past the Divide
Clandestine link to the other side
A kiss a chain two souls linked together
A golden moment personified forever
To a river where the crowds gather
Followed invited welcomed her there
Visualized materialized the crack sublime
The crowd parted for her proof paradigm
Her mission veiled her purpose oblivious
Death lurked undetectable ubiquitous
Invisible Denizen of Fear
Behind in front at her side always near
Waited for a mistake hoped for a lie
A justified excuse to take her life
Stalked her everywhere dragged her around
Wondered when to take her down under
The ledge behind the edge set up high
Nowhere to hide Death always close by
Steeled herself gathered her strength
Lethal Weapon disarmed; Exigent Innocent
Luminous Numinis shielded on all sides
Taken to dark regions unknown unseen by eyes
Brainwashed cornered Captive memory gone
Stood her ground as Death stared her down
Lured to the river hard cold fast water slid past
“How  Can  I  ....  You, I Love You”, Death asked
Brutalized left for dead her sentence repealed
Death needed permission the plan revealed
Passed back through the portal unscratched
Delivered home safe to Divine Love at last
Voyage & Return Epic
Sep 2015 · 637
Mary Magdalene
Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust
Late at night alone in this life
Forgotten ignored; A secret door opens
A thousand voices whisper, alone in my grave
Seven demons help me sleep my life away
Surround me poking jiggling telling me jokes
Keeping me company giggling as I lay
Not here to hurt me letting me know
I’m not alone;  A laughing Legion
Dreaming a Dream, Hoping against Hope
When will it be over? When will it end?
Forevermore Forevermore
Tried to be good, holy, and wise
Made some mistakes, hope I saved untold lives
Alone but not lonely forsaken multitudes
Beg plead yearn to see a distant memory
in Someone’s mind unwritten unspoken
Loaned my soul to live a lie; Eternity beckons
The coffin slams shut, the dirt hits my face
I can’t breathe let me out of this place!
Then a Voice said, “Is This Her?”…

What will you do? Where will you go?
How will it be? What did you think
Was going to happen when you were caught?
When its time to meet your deathly hallowed
Hangman’s Noose, Lethal Drip, Firing Squad,
Revengeful Lover righteously indignant ...
Should everybody Thank You? Give you a Medal?

Write your Name on the Wall of Shame!
You are Busted! Going Downtown! Serving Time!
Now Who? Who now do you serve,
Fatefully Tragic Face of Death?
An Echo? A Sound? A Fury on the Edge?
Facing the music how do you plead?
Guilty as Charged? Or Insanity?
Give it a rest!  Give me a break!
You knew it was wrong so how is it different now?
Wasted your gift for a Weekend Pass!
A free Gift; a Ticket to Ride:  Kiss My ... !
You had it all; it wasn’t enough!
Lived well, go to meet God.
Sins forgiven by Innocent Blood
... until Judgement Day.

— The End —