Give into feelings And let them be known And strength will harness your every bone Year’s ending with summer’s noon Quoting those poets from the romantic bloom Show willingness to fight, for whatever is your right Live into the day, sink into the night Leave all loneliness outside Be your own spirit guide InContinue reading “Meditation #1 Summer’s Noon”
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This Gentleman of the Past
It gives me great pleasure to introduce this gentleman of the past He is roguishly handsome and doesn’t lack a sense of spine, for he has given life to all that was fine From gilt of gold leaf, to carriages with seats of leather. He rarely thought that time would end his blue sky weatherContinue reading “This Gentleman of the Past”
the earth and everything within it
There’s no rhyme or reason for the changing of the season as larks loom large in autumn’s garden prowling upon the gnarled branches close to those of which you fell No better time come spring to plunge into the closed thicket and beat the brush for a hunting repast for those rich enough to shootContinue reading “the earth and everything within it”
The Peninsula Retreat
He walked with despair He screamed at the world But no one seemed to care In built in his mind Puffs of smoke like time Billowing through life He sat once or twice Catching his breath on the long march He told himself “As long as you can breathe You’ve got a chance” Godless mountainsContinue reading “The Peninsula Retreat”
Consolers of the Past
In a flicker of moonlight Where the brave fear to tread Upon the west side of the moor Lives a place of powerful intent In mists and blizzards, it stood through them all And even when the metropolis came to call Industry and revolution marked the land around but left the place alone, solid andContinue reading “Consolers of the Past”
Alone in the City
Walking down a foreign street at dusk, the air is sweet and crisp. The ring of a thousand voices and car engines echo in the spring sky above. The aged buildings of bricks and mortar, made of stone and sweat tower above you. You are a mere ant in this abyss. You have a destinationContinue reading “Alone in the City”
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