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Collective Tapestry II

Words can uplift they also can bring down. With words we can soon discover a reason for being like the changing of the seasons. Out of every bit of circumstance we can learn to take part in the dance. Share with each other this notion of being alive to live another day. Giving cadence to the simple and clarity to the blind. Hope you enjoy my latest poetic pieces.

The Modern Times
having a Warhol moment
in days filled with flames
help light the way
to choose to glare

left on a barbed wire fence
shattered dreams
filtered through the means
gives cadence to the simple

the vast open door
the willingness to explore

Break The Mends

shattered glass on the window

a heros smile
still to know all the great while

words are grafted in so careful
dig deeper then ever before

look at the qaint little cottage near the village
the notion of solemn tapestry
sprag deeply
love’s motive for awe so much more

A Hero’s Smile

came home from the war
a salute to freedom
to even the score
he held his head down low

to escape the vast undertow
wallow through a time well spent in thought
in austere flames
a chance encounter to rearrange

come a bit closer
the wedding in the Nile
walk the extra mile
at moments he suffered in silence

amidst all the violence
wandering wandering
captivated by a smile
to know all the great while

Love’s fainting cry
watch as Summer passes you by

Remember Me

remember me
in times such as these
beneath the strain of Autumn leaves
the falling dew out on the grass

no one gets by on any free pass
share with others the time to last
bask in the vast expanse between time & space
meditate

the chance to radiate
remember me through the passing breeze
all of the delicate leaves
lead away to heaven’s door

lest I implore another way of escape

The Temptress

she dances in a ring of fire
yet throws off each challenge with a shrug
nestled in her high healed abode
let the truth be told

to uplift this heavy load
she glares out her window
only to discover a reason for being
perhaps it’s in the changing of the season

she listens in amazement
longing
savoring every moment in her thoughts

In Heaven’s Name

falling
falling
emblems from the sky
the sound of the faint lulabye

out of a distant cry
there is a great notion of thought
the parting soul can’t ever be bought
visions inside my head

to awake the dead
shadows block the vortex
energy from within
wandering
wandering

aimlessly yet in one accord
to dispel your every word
look how beautiful is the Lord
to envision God’s holy word

billows sweet billows
gone on before us
nothing to mysterious
gives cadence to the simple

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