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Monthly Archives: January 2015
Skies Burn
Skies burn wildly and with great purpose
Perhaps to set fire to an idle imagination
A mind filled with great burdens gets heavy
As a lifetime of hardships takes its toll
Stunning how a gift of second chance restores
What seemed so entirely and carelessly cast away
Weak moments followed by self inflicted failures
Can be seen as stepping stones to self only now
Places I have been and trials I have endured
Have only brought me to this stunning view
I find within myself the strength to share
This knowledge I have so harshly obtained
So as not to be found again by the innocents
Under the now watchful eye of my heart
Imagination awakened by an eclipse of the sun
Words as my weapons in a fight for our lives
I stand proud, strong and always at the ready
To wield my newfound power of protection
Over adversaries of mind numbing aggression
All falling victim to prides merciless onslaught
An idle imagination no longer of any concern
As purpose has been restored while wild skies burn
Libra/Pisces Love Connection
Look into these eyes
Tell me what you see
Is it easy to see so deeply
Two souls melding
Simultaneously?
All for one
And one for each other
Two heads, one heart
Signs of air and water
Should never be apart
Over ravages of time
Countless bygone ages
Unquestionably together
Seemingly always
Every kind of weather
The balance provided
With steady determination
To each heart upon the scale
Comes from his love for love
As we discover journeys tale
No mountain too high
Nor burden too heavy
No river too wide
To keep perfection away
Once at each others side
Adversity would be better
Finding a new direction
To turn tail and run
Libra Pisces love invincible
These two hearts beat as one
Pencil Me In
Pencil Drawing by Paul Lung
Depth of character
Brought about by the jungle
Reflective in my eyes
The outline of experience
Kind determination
Will see you through
If you struggle I will be here
To accompany you through shadows
I walk with a prideful swagger
Concealing a warriors stagger
Hardened by ageless adversity
This willingly peaceful heart
Been to the mountain and back
Thrown to the wolves once again
I have run with both pride and pack
They’ve no idea their alpha’s my friend
So skillfully drawn into my eyes
Are the windows to my soul
And each defining line of my brow
Tells a story of tribulation and triumph
Six Questions (Pandora’s Box)
Who
Who is to say where our destiny lies?
To decide where this illusion ends
And real life comes into view
Fates are wrapped up tight
Inside Pandora’s ornate box
What
What strange and cruel reality is this?
Where such perfection is far out of reach
As close as a gentle loving whisper
Yet so far away the distance is unbearable
While time ticks away the miles in between
When
When will the day arrive that sees the miles disappear?
Forests and deserts vanishing into togetherness
As time succumbs to the power of beauty
And Pandora’s box can finally be unlocked
Letting free this torrent of raw human emotion
Where
Where will we be inside our minds?
When we are allowed into our secret garden
Free at last to run wild and let passions grow
To fevered pitch while the skies open wide
Engulfing rays of light pouring from our souls
Why
Why must it take so long?
To bring meant to be into being
To see what was so obviously hidden
Right in plain view for all but one
While ravages of time laughed mockingly
How
How are we to find our way to hearts freedom?
The promise of morning balances against the night
Sun and Moon in an obedient place in the sky
While Pandora’s box finally reveals it’s mysteries
Beautiful mayhem pours directly into our solitary heart
A Lion Learns
A Lion must learn
How to carefully tread
Walk slowly and with purpose
So not to trample unknowingly
He must never show ferocity
In any wrong direction
Or with any ill intent
To the ones he vows to protect
Whether his beloved tamer
Or the gentlest little lamb
His guidance is golden
Only if given unconditionally
He must remember this
Above all
In his weakest moments
They will build him up
Always if he holds true
To the code of the Lion
The Loyalty, and Courage
Strength and Honor
Pride held in highest regard
For the ones who need him most
Yet truthfully
He would walk forever lost
Without those he keeps
Ever vigilant guard over
Unsecret Deathwish
It is with wonder and amazement
That I look upon the beauty of danger
Life has tried it’s best to strike me dead
More than once and so now I laugh
Comrades in arms upon mountains and shores
Elbow to elbow in deep woods or high waves
My serenity found in beauty of nature
Yet with an endorphin filled adrenaline twist
Some are called to the roads and mountain trails
While others cast out from the oceans shore
All for one and one for all the others
A feeling of freedom unknown by the weak of heart
High speeds and overhead surf call us
Each to our individual pursuits
Yet similarities of cultural bond and brotherhood
Remain etched deep in our skin and bones
So whether adrenaline filled two wheeled descents
Or fins on the surface outside the heavy break
One thing shared by surfers and cyclists alike
Is this strange fascination with our Unsecret Deathwish
Face Of War
While scrolling through images I came across this one from one of my favorite Artists. Salvador Dali has always been a fascination and inspiration to my unique perspective and sometimes bizarre outlook. This work titled “Face Of War” was just screaming to be written on.
Look upon the face of tragedy
Across the world or right next door
See it for what it really truly is
A mechanism for the prevalence of malfeasance
The people stricken with good and honest hearts
Are sent to the front lines to take the flack
Shrapnel of collateral damage and friendly fire
Lay to waste the sensibilities needed to survive
Fat cats, politicians, and the power of wealth
Oil the jaws of the war machine
And mercilessly feed it with our babies
The casualties of so many different wars
Homicide of the human spirit and then some
Wars in name of religion, race or social stand
In foreign lands take their toll on humanity
While civil liberties are crushed under local gavel
Tragedy spawned by tremendous imbalance
Of both hearts and minds alike
Greed and power have made them completely numb
While blind lady justice crumbles under her own weight
Run in circles like rats in a maze
While the onlookers cruelly steal the cheese
A sadistic game of cat and mouse
Strips raw every nerve of those crushed underfoot
The pain of exhausted realization
The futility of the loudest screams falling on deaf ears
The heartlessness of the ugly truth
Being swept under another dirty old rug
We need not look to distant foreign lands
To find the most heinous forms of destruction
They walk mindlessly through the mine fields
These faces of war reside in our own back yard
A Lion For The Lamb
Ever steady at the ready
Protector of a fragile heart
Waking sun is on the run
From worlds ripped apart
All around a love abounds
While wolf he howls away
All we take is what’s at stake
To make a place for us to stay
Gentle King his gift to bring
Safety from this world cruel
Biggest wild to fragile mild
Majesty holds this tiny jewel
Kingdom high in an azure sky
Safest always, as with you I am
Odd to spy, yet no wonder why
This lion would befriend a lamb
Silk Of The Dance
A stunning vision depicting graceful art
Beauty speaks in the eloquence of silence
Subtlety surrounding her very existence
Her true gift is seemingly frozen in time
Movement of the purest inspired instinct
Alongside the fluidity of Angel’s in flight
This tranquil dance brings Heaven’s choir
To be her accompaniment this silent night
Awakened to sheer elegances elusive desire
Every sense heightened by proficient poise
Each move more breathtaking than the last
As brilliance of both form and finesse shine
Erotic ambience encircling her every move
Bringing forth arousal of desirous emotion
Both thought provoking and mind numbing
Her performance builds in silken crescendo
Breathtakingly mesmerized by every move
She weaves a tale of sensuality and intrigue
Nothing exists except for exquisite beauty
As I am left wanting nothing but her encore