Lone

And at the darkest gloom was holy night,
At the longing thought was all but shade,
In the bitter wake he comes but snares,
In bitter tale he could hardly weep,
And in the salty tears, there was only thought,
But in only thought, only gloom despaired,
Though gloom was known his heart can tell,
Once known before was now in doubt,
As though it were a dream foretold,
In more he dreamt was now nightmare,
Though less he slept more he dreamt,
So dark his thoughts he cannot tell,
So wise his heart who knew what knew,
When man comes here, a man calms down,
Thus when he slept the world comes near,
So when he dies there shall be peace.

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All rivers flow to bigger end,
The water passes through fire and earth,
The art they travel need not describe,
Our current measure need not survive,,
The leaping frog who casts this way,
Could never think what art today,
These teachers who graze the fields,
These students who study the fields,
They could not survive, nor have they,
More the merrier, more the water stay,
Long have they thought, long have fought,
This bitter angst who could never have got
The choicest rivers for life’s desire,
Nor sooner is divine but heaven’s divine!
Alas, the Earth is shaken, and fire come true,
Though never is aligned our faults come through
And never was desire this heavenly fault come true,
A legion of fact, and cast logic at bay for gruel,
Is never for desire yet never have students come cruel!

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And all the trees,
And all the air,
And all the grass,
And all the leaves,
And all the stars,
And all the land,
And all the sea,
And all the waves,
And all the wind, Read More

Running from the Sun

Whilst running from the Sun,
The fields a silhouette cloak,
The trees felled from the step,
Ere the nightingales weep
An eager passing through the fold,
Let the moon collide with the Sun,
Emit every rock and dust sky high,
Scatter all for starladen daylight,
So that as you run towards the shade,
You can look back and observe Her rise
Sans fear of sight of yours be blind.
See the bold Sun handcraft life anew
To whatever passing this day we mourn
Shall rise forth the Sun the next morn.

One Man Road

All the days that come of yore,
No hour to pass with single bore,
I kicked the stones on my path,
The air I breathed made me cough,
All the nights I lone long for walk,
Ere the nights kiss mine art to talk
With stars in shuddered whisper
Can hold not never with this pair
Of blood-boiled hands no ice can stay, Read More

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I admit I was not as perfect as you,
I admit the God who moulded me man
Who could not for life to spare
In a single touch my flesh to give,
Could never my fragile mind to give;
In deepest hour, in sounding sleep,
I had to die twice to live with you,
Must I grab hold of the noose to hold;
For these ropes are not mine own;
Here, the strings that pass me by,
The spider that webs its life unto me,
Can never poison my poisoned life, Read More

Edenic Echo

Then God plants the forbidden tree,
And thus lays bare the fruit that be,
Dares all but none to eat from this,
Lest foul His foe does froward hiss.
At moon hours His folk come at bay,
Spite erst word had not sought to stay,
When arrive their urge to desist,
So too did they cease to exist.