Blade met blade,
as sword met sword
upon the battlefield of honor
as glinting folded steel clashes
against glistening folded steel
in a battle to the death.
Anger and vengeance surge
from each opponent,
while pulsating strength flows
with perspective triumph
as blood is drawn from
each stoic combatant.
Concentration becomes centered
as focus is forced upon
the swaying movements of the sword
with the singular purpose being
to divine what the combatant's
next move will be,
in order to perry his thrust
or rise to the occasion and
take that moment to attack.
And so, in the end, as one
stands victorious over the other,
leaving naught but the
severed head of his enemy as proof,
cherry blossoms flow by in the breeze
across the blood soaked battlefield grounds
gently touching it, but never meeting it,
to bring peace to the war torn lands
and tranquility to those who walked away
with blood stained hands.
The duty of honor has been fulfilled
and the lost combatant
died an honorable death.
Monday, November 23, 2009
By The Window, She Waits
She would sit by the window draped
within a perpetually parked wheelchair.
The gloomy room surrounding her
was somber, drab, and gray,
leaving those visitors who would enter in a
dark, melancholy, and almost funereal state.
But even as family and friends trickled in,
forced to transverse the
vacuous and oppressive lackluster room,
in order to visit, upon occasion,
her in her dingy little hovel,
she does not see them,
for she is not cognizant of them,
for her listless eyes are vacant,
and her pallid complected face expressionless.
So even as gentle hands touch hers
in a sweet tentative gesture of love,
her face remains stoic, blank and indifferent,
for she is uncomprehending within
the hollow barren oblivion of her mind,
devoid of emotions, memories, and feelings
of love, passion, remembrance, and friendship.
So there she sits starring blankly out
into the cloudy overcast ocean of sky
as rain trickles streams of water
down the panes of glass,
as though heaven weeps the tears
she can no longer shed,
and the stagnant room around her
slowly becomes her
sepulcher of solemn desolation,
alone.
Until the day, when the beeping stops,
and the drum of the heart beats no more,
and she rises upon infinite wings eternal,
to be carried to a place where
music sounds and love flows forth
and the heavens open up to rejoice the coming,
of a reborn spirit of angelic beauty,
newly made whole,
laying cradled in the resplendence
of the gentle loving arms
of a Goddess Mother, beyond compare.
within a perpetually parked wheelchair.
The gloomy room surrounding her
was somber, drab, and gray,
leaving those visitors who would enter in a
dark, melancholy, and almost funereal state.
But even as family and friends trickled in,
forced to transverse the
vacuous and oppressive lackluster room,
in order to visit, upon occasion,
her in her dingy little hovel,
she does not see them,
for she is not cognizant of them,
for her listless eyes are vacant,
and her pallid complected face expressionless.
So even as gentle hands touch hers
in a sweet tentative gesture of love,
her face remains stoic, blank and indifferent,
for she is uncomprehending within
the hollow barren oblivion of her mind,
devoid of emotions, memories, and feelings
of love, passion, remembrance, and friendship.
So there she sits starring blankly out
into the cloudy overcast ocean of sky
as rain trickles streams of water
down the panes of glass,
as though heaven weeps the tears
she can no longer shed,
and the stagnant room around her
slowly becomes her
sepulcher of solemn desolation,
alone.
Until the day, when the beeping stops,
and the drum of the heart beats no more,
and she rises upon infinite wings eternal,
to be carried to a place where
music sounds and love flows forth
and the heavens open up to rejoice the coming,
of a reborn spirit of angelic beauty,
newly made whole,
laying cradled in the resplendence
of the gentle loving arms
of a Goddess Mother, beyond compare.
The Onieric Muse Of Sominal Wisdom
Upon the darkening road we walk,
in the shaded greenery of evening,
as shadows blossom and bloom
to cover the world in a
blanket of serene slumber
serenaded by the chirping crickets,
the babbling brooks, and an
angel's tender lullaby sung
upon the gentle breeze calling....
calling forth sominal moments
from the telestic unconscious mind
where mysteries are unraveled
and wisdom is bound within
the Oneiric Muse's muted whisperings
to be reborn, to be reawakened
into the thread of divine inspiration
and seen with refined clarity,
in the light of a new day's dawning Sun.
What sophianic thoughts will
find their way from the selenic world
where our spirits walk in slumber's tide,
into the realm of the now,
in the moment of today,
into this singular reality bound in illusion
and entangled in the lattice work of
the Tapestry of Life and the Web of Infinity,
in our nobilary quest to rediscover
the truths which lay veiled
beyond the curtain of our own demise.
What gifts do we bring back to this plain,
as our spirits return from journeys
embarked upon in realms yet unknown to us?
What treasures?
What epiphanies?
Only those who seek to know the truth,
will ever discover them from within.
Seek and you shall find it,
through patience, knowledge and understanding.
And the wisdom of truth will be revealed,
through time's immortal infinite hands.
Seek.
in the shaded greenery of evening,
as shadows blossom and bloom
to cover the world in a
blanket of serene slumber
serenaded by the chirping crickets,
the babbling brooks, and an
angel's tender lullaby sung
upon the gentle breeze calling....
calling forth sominal moments
from the telestic unconscious mind
where mysteries are unraveled
and wisdom is bound within
the Oneiric Muse's muted whisperings
to be reborn, to be reawakened
into the thread of divine inspiration
and seen with refined clarity,
in the light of a new day's dawning Sun.
What sophianic thoughts will
find their way from the selenic world
where our spirits walk in slumber's tide,
into the realm of the now,
in the moment of today,
into this singular reality bound in illusion
and entangled in the lattice work of
the Tapestry of Life and the Web of Infinity,
in our nobilary quest to rediscover
the truths which lay veiled
beyond the curtain of our own demise.
What gifts do we bring back to this plain,
as our spirits return from journeys
embarked upon in realms yet unknown to us?
What treasures?
What epiphanies?
Only those who seek to know the truth,
will ever discover them from within.
Seek and you shall find it,
through patience, knowledge and understanding.
And the wisdom of truth will be revealed,
through time's immortal infinite hands.
Seek.
Eve Of Dusk
It is the eve of dusk as
twilight twinkles a myriad of stars
to tickle the sun into slumber's illuminating bed,
while star formed creatures dance and
and cloud born creations prance
in an eternal struggle for control
over the ethereal apex of
heaven's incandescent sky.
Unnoticed, as they go about their play,
a third seeks control as a breeze blows on its way,
shifting and pushing the clouds in their sway,
sending them hither, and sending them astray,
with cries of anger, they billow on in their flight,
hopelessly lost in their struggling plight
And now with only the glitter of stars to combat,
the wind changes shift to swoosh and to flow,
but the glimmering twinkle stays stationary,
refusing to let go of the black stain of night
that it claims as its gilded home.
And in crushing defeat,
the wind follows the clouds,
relinquishing the realm of regal refinement,
to the victorious twinkle of twilights sprinkle
of glorious stars that abound in the sky,
until time's quicksand drops its last grain,
and the sun returns with the clouds and the rain,
to rule the zenith of heavenly grace,
while slumbering stars dream of the morrow's race.
twilight twinkles a myriad of stars
to tickle the sun into slumber's illuminating bed,
while star formed creatures dance and
and cloud born creations prance
in an eternal struggle for control
over the ethereal apex of
heaven's incandescent sky.
Unnoticed, as they go about their play,
a third seeks control as a breeze blows on its way,
shifting and pushing the clouds in their sway,
sending them hither, and sending them astray,
with cries of anger, they billow on in their flight,
hopelessly lost in their struggling plight
And now with only the glitter of stars to combat,
the wind changes shift to swoosh and to flow,
but the glimmering twinkle stays stationary,
refusing to let go of the black stain of night
that it claims as its gilded home.
And in crushing defeat,
the wind follows the clouds,
relinquishing the realm of regal refinement,
to the victorious twinkle of twilights sprinkle
of glorious stars that abound in the sky,
until time's quicksand drops its last grain,
and the sun returns with the clouds and the rain,
to rule the zenith of heavenly grace,
while slumbering stars dream of the morrow's race.
Twilight Eclipse Of The Celestial Star
The day is a quiet one, beautiful,
as blue jays chirp happily
in their brightly colored trees
and build their nests in fevered expectation
of growing numbers of progeny,
and hungry felines slowly stalk
their prey in silent hunt,
while drooling in constrained anticipation
of a succulent morsel of flesh within their grasp.
But within a single moment,
all grows eerily quiet
within the domestic setting
of natural harmonic bliss.
The clear azure sky dims
as shadows caress the landscape,
enshrouding it in a cloak of ghostly calm,
and the vibrant solar orb,
slowly becomes overshadowed
within the twilight eclipse of the moon,
staining the unblemished satin sky crimson,
as the heavens weep,
becoming tear-stained with
grotesque smears of ethereal blood.
Darkness encroaches upon the land
as the world holds a collective breath
to await the coming dispersion
of the spectral haze of the solar eclipse.
The breeze is still and silent,
within the tense impregnated moments
of dim scarlet obscurity and stagnation.
And the world lays in impotent constraint,
as slowly, ever so slowly,
the light returns and
the heavens open up into a
deep shade of violet and
blossom once more into
rich flawless sapphire tones.
And as the celestial star of luminary light
shines down once more across the realm,
the world gasps and once more
can take slow even sips of purified air,
uncontaminated and free to
flow upon the random tidal currents
of the breeze's momentary whims.
And life returns to its normal pace.
as blue jays chirp happily
in their brightly colored trees
and build their nests in fevered expectation
of growing numbers of progeny,
and hungry felines slowly stalk
their prey in silent hunt,
while drooling in constrained anticipation
of a succulent morsel of flesh within their grasp.
But within a single moment,
all grows eerily quiet
within the domestic setting
of natural harmonic bliss.
The clear azure sky dims
as shadows caress the landscape,
enshrouding it in a cloak of ghostly calm,
and the vibrant solar orb,
slowly becomes overshadowed
within the twilight eclipse of the moon,
staining the unblemished satin sky crimson,
as the heavens weep,
becoming tear-stained with
grotesque smears of ethereal blood.
Darkness encroaches upon the land
as the world holds a collective breath
to await the coming dispersion
of the spectral haze of the solar eclipse.
The breeze is still and silent,
within the tense impregnated moments
of dim scarlet obscurity and stagnation.
And the world lays in impotent constraint,
as slowly, ever so slowly,
the light returns and
the heavens open up into a
deep shade of violet and
blossom once more into
rich flawless sapphire tones.
And as the celestial star of luminary light
shines down once more across the realm,
the world gasps and once more
can take slow even sips of purified air,
uncontaminated and free to
flow upon the random tidal currents
of the breeze's momentary whims.
And life returns to its normal pace.
Spiraling Nexus Of Spiritual Awakening
A diaphanous breeze beckoning,
sheer and gossamer wind flowing
within a swirling vortex of
purifying atmospheric currents,
like the fluttering of delicate
translucent insect wings
which tickle the flesh and
caress it gently upon the nap.
As, within the inner self,
life-force phantom of essence,
waterspouts of melodious tones
climb to the zenith of transcendence
and whirlpools of serene preeminence
slowly churn in votive supplication,
divinely inspiring the benevolent heart
to open and blossom
upon the ethereal maelstrom
of seraphic, harmonious serenity
which vibrates in duclet congruence
of emotional contentment
and internal quietude,
at the apex of sacred heavenly existence,
preordained within the promise of serendipity,
to rouse the sanctity of angelic consciousness
to walk within the light of
incandescent compassion,
as a glorious illuminating messenger
of transcending tranquility within
the nexus of spiritual awakening.
sheer and gossamer wind flowing
within a swirling vortex of
purifying atmospheric currents,
like the fluttering of delicate
translucent insect wings
which tickle the flesh and
caress it gently upon the nap.
As, within the inner self,
life-force phantom of essence,
waterspouts of melodious tones
climb to the zenith of transcendence
and whirlpools of serene preeminence
slowly churn in votive supplication,
divinely inspiring the benevolent heart
to open and blossom
upon the ethereal maelstrom
of seraphic, harmonious serenity
which vibrates in duclet congruence
of emotional contentment
and internal quietude,
at the apex of sacred heavenly existence,
preordained within the promise of serendipity,
to rouse the sanctity of angelic consciousness
to walk within the light of
incandescent compassion,
as a glorious illuminating messenger
of transcending tranquility within
the nexus of spiritual awakening.
A World Of Tomorrow's Promise
A black sphere floats above
the cloudless midday sky,
blocking out the luminescent rays
of the heavenly celestial star,
which hangs upon the
backdrop of noon,
valiantly shining for the benefit
of all who stand within its vicinity.
The darkened orb casts
malignant shadows upon the ground,
forcing the world into a
shroud of haze and confusion.
Suddenly, the sphere shatters,
like a glass bottle thrown to the cement,
into a million pieces of darkness
which fall to Earth in a rain of hail
to embed themselves within
the hearts of every living soul.
And then as suddenly as
the darkness overtook the sun,
light returns to shape the day,
and all go about their business,
while within each lurks the promise
of a seed of darkness blooming
into a blossom of incandescent beauty,
to shape a world of tomorrow's promise
within the divine inspiration of
transcending enlightenment.
the cloudless midday sky,
blocking out the luminescent rays
of the heavenly celestial star,
which hangs upon the
backdrop of noon,
valiantly shining for the benefit
of all who stand within its vicinity.
The darkened orb casts
malignant shadows upon the ground,
forcing the world into a
shroud of haze and confusion.
Suddenly, the sphere shatters,
like a glass bottle thrown to the cement,
into a million pieces of darkness
which fall to Earth in a rain of hail
to embed themselves within
the hearts of every living soul.
And then as suddenly as
the darkness overtook the sun,
light returns to shape the day,
and all go about their business,
while within each lurks the promise
of a seed of darkness blooming
into a blossom of incandescent beauty,
to shape a world of tomorrow's promise
within the divine inspiration of
transcending enlightenment.
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