The Looming TalkI'm walking down the hallways of my mindAnd opening each door to the beyond:Each hinge is creaky, o please be not unkind,Whatever lurks behind, let not the bondsThat tied us close be severed by this choiceI make for what the will of God commands.I pray you would not lose nor lift your voiceIn harshness; in anger do not raise your handsTo strike me, for my heart would break in twain.This heart is filial in piety,But as it is this Christ-call must be mainAnd center in my heart. O, please end quietly:I speak not of the conversation near,But of my soul to rest in God, not fear.
Sonnet LXVIOp. 27, no. 6SanctificationTired with all these, for restful death I cry,Since I have borne the brunt of many shocksThat laid me flat, a blank gaze to the skyAnd naught of sleep my supine form unlocks.In times as these, when all seems in defeat,And suffering hangs like a noxious cloud,The urge is great to quit this life and cheatIn seeking satisfaction disallowed.For surely must the cheapest joy be sweeterThan even just the slightest bitter taste.Alas, to be a fleshly-minded eaterWould lead to death not freedom but a waste.Look far ahead, the harvest bids you sleepDespite the rain that falls in torrents deep.
Relating and ReciprocatingFor you my thoughts go oft astray,In all the watching and the waiting,I'm driven to my knees to prayFor you, my thoughts go oft astray.And though I know not what to say,The rush I feel is still elating,For you my thoughts go oft astrayIn all the watching and the waiting.
Your CorrespondencePerhaps if you were distant from my heart—A name, a face, a picture fixed in time—I would not grant your words the precious partThey occupy within this mind of rhyme.Like tendrils gently pushing through the ground,Their tender kinks and their organic sprawl,They would not stand beneath the wrath and soundThe critics of my art would scream and squall.How strange that I am not the shelter butThe sheltered one; there's refuge in your wordAnd beating inspiration whole, uncut,And made for me.Perhaps your lines stand not to scrutiny,But they are sweet and good to me indeed.
Sonnet LXVOp. 26, no. 5AtonementHow with this rage shall beauty hold a pleaWhen cries of cruel injustice must be paidAnd full avenged? When blood from veins set freeLeapt on the ground and stretched out where it laid,And downward plunged the knife from day to day,How could this ceaseless cycle end the wrathThat feeds on life for life to then repaySociety for every guilt and gaffe?Beneath such barbarism we protestAnd walk the streets until we leave the town,Unknowingly to kill that we detestAnd leave its corpse to later take it down.This will not end by means political;No hope but that which yearns for miracles.
Sonnet LXIVOp. 26, no. 4Lofty TowersWhen sometime lofty towers I see down-razed,The vastest edifices built by man,Or see a mighty mind confused and dazedThat nothing fell according to its plan;When in the courses of the seasons longI see lethargic bones be loath to wake,And feel their brittleness, though they were strongAnd flexible before, once hard to break,I know that human frailty lies in pride,The chase for greatness running without endTowards all our selfish pleasures deified.Unwilling as we are to break or bend,The pressure mounts against our outward posturingAnd topples all this hubris we've been fostering.
Help My UnbeliefYour love stretched on despite my sinAnd carried me beyond unlikely scenesWhere Spirit-spoken miracles begin,Where shadows end. My faith now strongly leansTowards twisting paths made straight from trust within.You carried me beyond unlikely scenesThat broke my heart, when doubt met greater griefWhere shadows end my faith. Now strongly leansMy soul upon the word that brought relief,Consoling me through supernatural means.You broke my heart, when doubt met greater griefTowards twisting paths made straight from trust. WithinMy soul, upon the word you brought relief;Your love stretched on despite my sinAnd brought me to surrendered disbelief.
Stylin'When you detect this intellect then show some respectCall collect I'm long distance when I fire all my pistonsI can list em one by one, meter rhyme and muses someThis ain't fun but fitness, beating down a sicknessWriter's block might get me down, but I lock down and sock it downI rock the town, you haven't seen the meanest streakI'm blasting greenhorns when they seek critiqueNo mystique, if your form is weak, then havoc wreakedI'm a discerna and a learna walking my terra firmaAnd I can turn ya from a free verse to a rebirthWith a deep burst of inspiration, refreshing like hydrationPure assimilation to a bounded text well roundedOh confound it! Though it's frowned at I still wound itCrisp and clear and pounded, you should try em, anapests or iambsWhen you line em up and they click in place, you're set in paceTo outer space. It might be cold but you join the higher fold.
Winter WoesWhen the aches and pains that winter bringsRefuse to leave without a groan(whether joints or heart, I speak of both)A wish for warmth from inside springs.For it's not enough the frosty biteAttacks us though we're hemmed insideIn a huddled heap, hoping for heatAnd comfort in our lonely plight.Though we press our noses on the paneOf windows yearning for a lightAnd the hope of spring or summer daysTo fully mitigate our pain,There's a ruthless mercy to the wayWe slowly come to love the sunAnd its scorching beams, which thaw the freezeThat froze our love for youthful days.Then perhaps I'll find your arms again,Perhaps I'll stay and never part.But the likeliest is that the springWill find me stranded in the rain.
I Want What You HaveLet Your eyes be my eyesSo I can see the good in everyoneSo I can see things from a better perspectiveSo I can admire the hidden beauty in this worldLet Your ears be my earsSo I can listen to others' concernsSo I can hear what needs to be saidSo I can understandLet Your lips be my lipsSo I can speak words of life and hopeSo I only have kind things to saySo I can smile and laughLet Your mind be my mindSo that I don’t judge othersSo that I don’t dwell on dark thoughtsSo that I have optimism and faithLet Your hands be my handsSo I can hold people in my armsSo I can help the brokenSo I can give all I haveLet Your heart be my heartSo I can love others unconditionallySo I have a desire to heal the hurtSo I have a yearning to do what is rightLet Your love be my loveLet Your life be my life
Life is a BookLife is a bookWritten by GodHe is the authorAnd our life events are the plotAnd we are the charactersThe world around us the sceneIsn't it strangeHow accurate it seemsAll through the bookNot a character is just the sameWe are all specialAnd God loves us all that wayAnd everything is preciseJust as it should beAnd if we all knew God's mindWe wouldn't want him to change a thingAnd each of our livesIs a single book on the shelfAnd they are all put togetherIn the one book of life itselfWhere all our stories are toldAnd God wrote them allEach and everyoneWe are all in his thoughtsBut like all good booksOur story must come to an endWe will all dieBut when we do we'll be with himOur father watching aboveAnd I can't wait for the dayWhen my story endsand I can look upon God's faceBecause God is the authorOf my story I liveThat's why I can't waitI can't wait to be with him
Stand TogetherWhen we feel like mere grains of sand,Unnoticed by all in the land,We hold our heads up high and standTogetherSometimes we’re hurt, confused or lostAnd our whole world seems tempest tossedBut we still strive despite the costTogetherWhen darkness falls we light the fireWithin our hearts to banish ireOf those that claim we can’t inspireTogetherAlthough we may be on our ownWe know that we are not aloneNo matter what we have a homeTogetherAll our combined efforts can makeA difference in the world, and takeA choice to join, and not to break,TogetherSo if life has landed a blowOn your esteem, then you should knowOur camaraderie will showForever
Poem - TricksterTricksterPoem for Day 024 - 20150124Seek them notin one face or sex.Expectations disabusedby a shifting guise.Knowing of years,young of action,lessons come afterprankster has acted.Respect only givento innocent true heart.All others will learnat mirth's cutting edge.Pull back the curtain,with tricks and games,awareness sharedas tyrants are shamed.Jester of the court,prance about for us,tell us the thingswe secretly want to hear.With voice of gibe wit,you speak truth taboo.Take message to heart,secrets only they can say.Creator of lifewith only mud at hand.Evoke our world,bring new life from old.Speak for the gods,walk as the sacred,with guise of the knave,intercede on our behalf.© 2015. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.
PreludeWelcome to the world of minewhere the legends are born and never diewhere you have a value instead of priceand ruling your life is like tossing a dice.If you don't like it, feel free to gothere's always somebody to take a placebut if you'll stay, better prepare your storyyou can be bad or fight for glory.When you're ready you'll meet the others.We won't stop living until we're donethis is my world just as it's yoursthe main rule in here is to have some fun!
The Soul's Choice - Poem by YellerThe soul's choice:If I vacuum up100,000 souls.Can I feed them to the homelessusing 10,000 bowls?When death becomes rampantAnd their troubles are eased,the souls of them allflow with the morning breeze.If my bucket list is completeand my time has ended,Hopefully I toocan die feeling splendid.
GGoodness is ever in your hands,God of Israel, who standsGuard to watch the watchmen byGates on earth and up on high.Grant us mercy, O my Lord,Guide us into one accord.Great is he, who constellations trace,Glory to the one who pours out grace.
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