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DV VII
This is one of a series of “Divine Villanelles” that I will continue to write & hopefully publish in a book.I thought about sharing some with you here on my blog. I hope they reach out to you out there. Thanks for reading & support always! Divine Villanelle VII I am the Word saying, a…
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Katarina
Perhaps I should have shattered my cocoon,& pondered deep what I have discerned,& kissed your reflection on the moon;not whispering you a long goodbye.Perhaps the parting came too soon;Perhaps our moon song’s doomed to die,& sway your affections for mine — unreturned.That can’t but to the death of love attune,& quaff the harsh moral so…
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Whisper#7
Has it ever occurred to you that one day you will not be really here?That you will not know it when the autumn breezes or when the sun rises, That no matter what happens you will never be aware of it… You will return to a state of utter knowing or complete unknowing… To a…
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A Note to Self: August 18th
Going by, day by day;each, inescapably, does end.I meet that bittersweet dismay,& shake despondency — my friend,For I’m a man of dust & clay.Of shattered dreams & hopes misspent.Of hoping, dreaming, must I pay,or of my limits stay contend,But choose I pave my frontiers way,& choose I break yet to transcend.For much as ache they…
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DV I
This is the first one of a series of “Divine Villanelles” that I will continue to write & hopefully publish in a book.I thought about sharing the first with you here on my blog. I hope they reach out to you out there. Thanks for reading & support always! Divine Villanelle I I’ve sought you…
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The Glory of Icarus – I
Fly not too high, too close to sun;You know you are my only son.Remember that neither you are— nor shall you be,as near & far as Love can be;light years from sea,light years from sun.My Son, you are… my only one. But one you are — of bones & blood.My son, alone, you are no…
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Making Sense
I cannot but remind myselfof thine sweet forgetfulness.I cannot but engulf the starts and make the stars shine again.I cannot but depart into an eternity of my own creation,& whisper God againof my own vocation,& my utter fullness.Wish I but can’t except remind myself,of the God uttered when disappearedwith all the screams I’ve heard &…
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Melissa
I’ve been to the prairies.& on the faintest hour,A love remembered as sour.& ‘pon the wings of fairies,my memories does it scour.A vision bittersweet, from which I can’t, but cower;A weakening peck of powerof one truthful deceit,Crouching to dread — devour.Incensing intensely,Condensing immensely,‘pon fields of crimson a flower,& sweetest roses just as supple.as thine sultry…
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Shoshanna
Come as I come unto the light;I’ve been a lonely long goodbye.I’ve wandered far this weary way.Doomed but to always live & die.Come to the tuneful arching tonight, Come to this aching sultry day,Come on the journey of sweet stray,& let me let your embrace caress my sky.& let me leave my kisses sleep upon…
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Beating to the End
Being upon my timely yore,Laid back, then, one lovely lore,Which if known would obscureEvery chance of ill & cure.But does deeply rest in clay,& in hearts through night & day. Held through the walls of wombTo the biding halls of tomb.& beating at the edge of craze;reaching, leaving, stops & ways.Beating at the shores of…
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Anna
Into the unravelings of God,I have seen you unfold;I have known you as told.Much as I right now know.You should now somehow go.You should just somehow leave.Much as God disappears.Where there’s no doubts, or fears,or pain, or disbelief.But pray rememberof my nature, & my voice,& my writings, & my tidings. As I bear you wonder,awe,…
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Letter II: Saudade
I have missed you, Longer than you’d ever know; Bitter much, that phantom touch, of the Lack of your afterglow. & much as I have come to learn, & much as I have come to find; Knowing only — lorn and lonely. Only for you do I yearn, In my horrid hell of mind, I…
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Maude
You are not what you may seem.Deep into this captive thought, In the bleak of time, was brought,Shadows despondent, distraught,of a dark and distant dream.You are not what you may seem,Yet you know how much before,Fought, I, at the heaven’s door,Long to gaze at you once more,Losing lifetimes for a gleam.But you’re not what you…
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A vow to end all Silence
I am neither alive nor dead.I am the wave that sets behind.I am those words you left unsaid.I am neither alive nor dead.I am the mist that clouds your mind.I am the weary starry sky.Though may it be alive, seems dead.& in the wild I stopped my tread —To ask if Love has caught your…
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When You Pray
Originally posted on Beesho's Blog: When you pray, Remember to pray for the fallen. Those who were swept away by the turmoil of existence. Those who lost the charm of the most fundamental of all questions & the beauty behind every reason to answer each. Those who lost the cause & the journey. Those who…
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When You Pray II
When you pray, Remember to pray for those who are too many within themselves. Those who became aware of their own becoming. Those who experienced Life so much in a world without life; that they now long to die. For those who stopped praying for childish desires. For those who stopped wishing. For they have…
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Upon Bangor Mountain
There is a voice that I can not deny,Coloured into the hues of a lullaby.Denying everything;All the joys and the nothings,all the symphonies of the passers-by. There is a voice that shall not die —Whispers into each goodbye,screaming hellosunto a starless sky of blues.Uttering breeze of a bashful muse.Then unto the doves of a budtime…
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Night Talk
At last! I come in soot and sweat,In rust, in mud and dust and blood,I come half alive, half dead;Yet cursed as much as blessed by God.I come at last to rest my head.at last, I rest,and tell myself I did my best… At last! I come unfettered by regret,Untriumphant, yet unbroken,Half conquering, half conquered,with…
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Morning Notes: #2019-02-04
There was a whisper, a silent whisper, that there will be no more death in this world. That the voice of absence will diminish and the reigns of leaving will be conquered. That silence shall rule the lands of departing and the waves of weeping shall dry in fear. There was a whisper of a…
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Morning Notes: #2019-01-27
This is an account of a suffering psyche. I plan to restore myself again into being, I have not been myself for some time now. During my stay, I have found the act of writing to be of a soothing therapeutic effect. I intend to indulge a little more in my writing, I intend to…
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A Masque for the Four Seasons
Winter passed & so will spring.It’s a solitary thing;Watching seasons go on by.Knowing — one day you will die;Such a dreary thought to think! Made for Love and worshipping,Spring was always true and new,singing songs known by a few.It wore the shrine of the divine,Bearing love, out of Goodbyes,Kissing answers to all whys,For what winter…
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Stigmata
Arise, Arise O’ morning wind;and speak of rain, of abject painof searing stars — of godly wars,and all the wicked men who sinned,and blow the sons of Man and God,and all who dare transcend my blood,and fill my cage, and feel my rage,and tell me — one more time — I’m God. Arise, Arise, unsheath your…
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