WHAT majesty the tender heart
dressed in heaven’s regalia
of red, purple and blue
morning sunrise against you
I more than once, thought
your voice a violin
sweeps me off my feet
a saintly hymn
— magnificence wrought
I tremble when you speak
hearing any chorus I agree
and quiver at the knee
Tender heart stay with me
Majestic heart
believe in me
:: 01-29-2014 ::
IF the world be held
by a thread of despair
let our love repair
Such state of disrepair
reeks injustice for life
and conjures illness
Where is the outrage
against such injustice
that derange dictate
My asylum is well
but the madness runs
and the keys it holds
My world such beauty
nature states refinement
In the end love repairs
:: 01-28-2014 ::
I innocently believe
and do so carefully
that respect for life
returns the same
— so kindly
But the evil that lurk
within the rot-hole
betray the sweet
for bitter-taste
— so blindly
::12-29-2013::
AND WHO is that child that runs
through the forest in day or night
and picks the flowers by your path
sometimes even within the rain
a shower — then rainbow he climbs upon
The gold never ends at the bottom
but lays on top — the world to see
And who is that child that cries
when the pain and suffering
does seep between the window pane
the world — our world — he feels
without his eyes but within his heart
and thoughts and colors bursting pain
the Council watches from other-there
The child of light and brighter days
The child of light and brighter ways
Come unto us child, and bring your kind
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Mother, I bring to you my heart
You taught me kindness
But this world is an ugly place
It withers the skin of my soul
Mother, forgive me for weakness
You taught me much too well
How to be a good man in this place
It destroys those who appear weak
And I will take the hand that is kind
and appease the gods that demand —
a soul for a heart in a crazy world
So, mother, give me your love
and tell me a lullaby so I can believe
in true love — it may never come my way
I bring to you my heart
broken by deep despair
lay it upon your pillow
and pray I can live again
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