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.

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

Image created by Stewart Brennan using elements of this poem on BING using A.I. generator DALL-E3

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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