Thursday, December 31, 2015

Forests Old, Deep and Rare




Forests Old, Deep and Rare

In forests old, deep and rare, where crossroads come our way,
storied cathedral, Journey’s end, new beginning starts today.

Timber woods engage the eyes, lifting fragile spirit,
walls within soon dissipate, as senses long to hear it.

A new year comes around once more, bringing forth its mystery,
once inside, illumination, reflecting coming history.

Civilization behind grows quiet, its sound returned in prayer,
hope is carried as our lantern, through forests deep and rare.
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About this Poem: The last day of the year brings with it, deep reflection of the past. It also brings promise of a new beginning as hope becomes our prayer for the New Year ahead. Happy New Year to Everyone! May our hopes and dreams all come true.


Wednesday, December 23, 2015

Morning Walk



Morning Walk

Daylight dawns my morning walk, uplifting silence heard,
peaceful moments I embrace, with animal, tree n’ bird.

Country life in harmony, pleasant heartful tether,
where consciousness gathers all, brings it all together.

Paths I’ve traveled, ones less taken, brought me here today,
mistakes have made me wiser as karma had its say.

I’m well at hand and hidden, ascending older years,
for all my past is gathered, resolved, and without fears.

My spirit reborn, has risen, ego holds no reigns,
imprisoned mind no longer, nor weighed down by its chains.

As time unfolds before me, I know from right and wrong,
standing on foundations, understanding keeps me strong.

I walk on my good morning, my thoughts surrounding me,
ready for the days ahead, with light that helps me see.
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Edited: April 23rd, 2021

About: “Morning Walk” expresses the peace I found after a long and painful battle of purging all my demons of addiction.


Sunday, December 13, 2015

Twilight



Twilight 

Twilight beckons,
before the rains, 
glowing brighter, 
as daytime wanes. 

I linger here, 
in land of snow, 
where dark turns light, 
and shadows glow. 

Radiance shines, 
and hugs the dawn, 
brilliant umbra, 
perception spawned. 

Conscience lingers, 
to mend my wings, 
spirit glowing, 
as essence sings. 

With thoughts complete, 
to make me one, 
eternity, 
with rising sun.
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2020 Oct. 12th, - 2nd Edit

Twilight Definition: The soft light in the sky seen before the rising and (especially) after the setting of the sun, occasioned by the illumination of the earth’s atmosphere by the direct rays of the sun and their reflection on the earth

Saturday, December 12, 2015

Enemy at the Gates




Enemy at the Gates

Silent shrieking soulless demons fires burning hither,
poisoned smiles evil faces nations fray and wither.
deception vengeance cold as ice wicked anger burns,
skyward looking lofty laughter eyes of hatred churns.

Occupation days of sorrow spirits held asunder,
darkness dungeons prison walls vile vicious thunder.
sunken eyes evil spirits iron dust and flashes,
howling beasts torches lit village burned to ashes.

Fallen buildings glowing embers invasion broken town,
wicked twisted psychopathic creation upside down.
rapacious greedy corporations weapons global war,
hopeless broken endless fury nightmares come ashore.
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The seeds of death are sewn by satanic leaders who’s actions of war and occupation prove that they are not human beings, but soulless demons who’ve sold their souls for 30 pieces of silver…

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