The Hypocrite…The Joker…

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How long does it take to become a master of deception,

lives played  out in pretense?  Preying upon relatives,

friends and strangers, but to use is the intent.

Deception masters, they are a tsunami in life hidden ready

to cause those in their wake disaster. The more people they

prey upon, the unaware, the more they can take; they have

no soul, no conscious, they do not care.

Then, they fail to realize that they are creating their own

disaster, one derived from the way of life that they have mastered.

People who live within a realm of deception lose, now who is the Joker…

the Fool?

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The Gathering…

As humans we are like the Black Birds
collected in a globe of pecking gloom,
an awakening before the coming of death;
wise souls searching for a revelation for
an exit.

We are a race that battles, a race of
warring souls unsatisfied until the end,
living in unrest under the breath of Heaven,
always gathering our possessions close to
us before our journey ends.

Banded in a world all the while as the Eye
of God knows who will be saved and who will
be destroyed, collectively, selectively
crushing enemies.

Reaching out into the night, silently watching
the armies, watching man’s destiny, destruction,
listen people and you can hear… the breath going
out of the world!

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Tranquility…

A flame that burns

within the soul, like

flickering shadows

below the clouds,

spirits runs wild into

the ravine.

Mossy ledges dark

and profound while

through the quiet

valley peaceful

wanderings crept;

reflecting upon

dreams while the

sun slept, up in the

heavens the moon

wept.

Mysterious waters

beneath the falls,

bottomless pool

with no end rushes

downward on an

invisible course, a

crevice gives way to

a wild babbling stream;

emerald leaves canopy

the forest floor, a place

where lovers’ hearts can

soar.

Silver skin and dewy eyes,

drink in descending curves

and unimaginable forms;

the sphere, the abyss of

where life is born.

Beneath the pallid stars

and sliding moon is where

hearts bloom, merging their

flames with twilight, yielding

into one mind; ecstasy

plummets into serenity.

 

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What is Love…

Warring within the hearts of men

and women, the rise and falling of

breath, the interpose of loves

fragrance sprawled among the rose

petals of life.

Shared passion, the dangers of

affection, good, bad, and the perils

of love, of complete love for life.

Love is a prison where escape is

unwanted, a life sentence to be

treasured, love is pride, love binds,

and love must truly be blind.

Love feeds hunger, love quenches

thirst, love overcomes darkness,

and love is the light that removes all

shadows of doubt.

Does love need explanation, for those

who know the invincible heights of love,

its fire, its tenderness, no;  for these

people live within the boundaries of

true love.

 

 

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Vanished…

Sunset delight,

morning sorrow,

ecstasy throughout

the night, paradise

weeps as the pain of

leaving runs deep. 

Morning lingers,

sunrays dance off the

dew, my soul aches

without you.   

 

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Shifting Seasons…

 

The seasons of the year,

quickly come and go,

spring brought flowers,

summer a swimming

hole; winter the snow

and frosty winds will blow.

 

Many will take secluded

walks, others at the cold

weather will balk; snowflakes

will soon drop one-by-one,

children will run, play and

have fun.

 

Sleet may fall, thaw and drip,

the oldsters will slide and slip;

squirrels scurry beneath the

snow moving around in buried

leaves; birds flitter, dip and

weave.

 

Clouds in the sky fly, the northern

winds shriek and shrill; the sun

surprises the earth with a warm

day, through melting snow peaks

the fearless daffodils.

 

Colors’ appear among hills of

green, wildflowers unfurl to an

awakening world; children and

oldster dream that soon there

will be the coming of spring.

 

White beaches and coral-shells,

salty air and sweet summer

smells, swimsuits and blowing

hair, children and oldsters

scampering everywhere.

 

Finally, summer will disappear,

autumn leaves burning, crimson

Sumac and purple skies;

ornaments will dangle from holiday

trees, ice-covered mistletoe peaks

up out of the snow, children and

oldsters will once again say, “Oh

my, how quickly the seasons go”.

 

 

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