THE PUBLISHER audio presents My Bad by Gary Drury book of poetry Unabridged Audio Book
MY BAD
Copyright 2008 by Gary Drury
Gary Drury's Publishing
DEDICATION
To loving memories and best friends.
PREFACE
My Bad is a current slang term for today's youth — admitting to a mistake.
In a world where most are eagerly ready to lay blame or accusations on someone else
to mask their own errors — I find this term very refreshing.
At least it's a start, back in the right direction.
LOL
POEM
BROKEN SPIRIT
My broken spirit remains idle In reflective contemplation
Mulling the diversity of angst Dwelling within the sub-zero temperature
Of my ailing soul.
No anger steams, no compunction lingers My vivacious will that eagerly forged the
horizon Simply withers at its core gasp for breath
My broken spirit hinders its own rewards As the fires arrest and detain my ailing soul.
Oh broken spirit weep not my sorrow, Shield my fate from sun's tomorrow
Allow my soul to erect from this wallow My human heart's overwhelmed by shadow
In this prayer, my union be hallow
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DAWN TO DUSK
In the beginning, from the clay Night was dissipated by the light
Skilled thoughts sculpted the form A silent breath gave life,
The soul gravitated to its core
Dawn to dusk, dusk to dawn Time would spawn longevity
Gilded in the fine essences of shimmery gold The steel strength of platinum
Balances the logic in blindness Initiating life's evolution
The light is present, ever so close Beyond my reach, beyond my touch
These feeling are such — Naked everything revealed
Beyond my reach, beyond my sight As dawn to dusk my soul takes flight
A masculine, muscular image Pristine geometry glistens —
From silence a voice cause the earth to quake Awaking azure eyes of man
Peace rested on the land
Not begotten but created from nothingness Unable to be defined as off-spring
Alien matter of molecules unscattered A feminine DNA soon appeared
The light is present, ever so close Beyond my reach, beyond my touch
These feeling are such — Naked everything revealed
Beyond my reach, beyond my sight As dawn to dusk my soul takes flight
From dawn to dusk, Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust Back to clay from once all came
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INSPIRATION
When my heart burst wide open My soul comes soaring out
There's no stopping at the borders Because my love must release its shout
I'm dreaming of never-ending skies and flowing water
Enticed by my world an all that its about A maze of chaos forming logical order
Our love be mysterious, bring on our bout My bright eyes are fully open
The visions fade in and out There's no surrendering of these feelings
Because my love there is no doubt I hear the wisdom calling
Justifying their testament and clout There's no arresting idle verbiage, what true
love's about Because my love, I need not tout
I speak directly from my heart The words have no trouble pouring out
My soul was dying before I met you There's divine inspiration inside my heart
and out
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LOVE WITCH
As I romance catastrophe my love witch fails To recapture a love my mortal heart will forever
dwell Tea leaves and fortunetellers
deceives and plays upon my woes and ails As the witching hours tow, chime — gothic
bells
I'm forsaken, a zombie, the living dead, I whale
My life's been punctured all wind abruptly ejects thy sails
Romantic gothic mist swoons, fantasies mournfully gel
While my abiding heart neverendingly swells
My love witch conjures up a register of ancient spells
With black cauldron boiling and fuming a spirits ale,
The grim reaper encompass my love with tight strangle
Leaving me petrified, lifeless in this eternal hell
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DISTANT HORIZON
Off on distant horizon somewhere between north and west
Where land and sky kiss A great force lifts toward the heaven's
Blossoming into a gigantic mushroom Soft and peacefully fluffy as a cloud
It's commanding voice Ripples forcefully across the land
In all directions Pushing its ill froth winds
Reigning majestically, condemningly Obliterating everything, every one in its
path
Merciful to those incinerated instantly Poisoning the wicked to bear their just pain
As the righteous endeavor in pure turmoil Purgatory's blessed playground
Nothing is left unscorn in mist of its Vigorous whaling
North, South, East and West Mellifluous memories swiftly fade, erase
Substituted by urgent acquisition to reassemble The treasured value of life
That mankind in quest has put asunder
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LEVITY OF PAIN
I trek this lengthy lane of pain With stellar spirit, an body decomposing
Contemplative mind, ailing heart whaling Amidst global triumph where people are insane
Your degree language bounds and kites Nobel honor of diligent soul take to flight
Eagerly sadistic anticipating the wonder of twilight
As innovative visions illuminate my sight
Satan regurgitates his willful reverberate vegetation
Upon global chaos as a murder of crows Select among helter-skelter remains
But I'll not waddle for your sake this lane
My laughter eludes your obtuse mind As I quietly travel down the well worn lane
Laced heavily with sorrow and pain Where I discover not the levity of pain
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CRUCIFIED
Hear the pattern of water droplets As dark angry clouds clamor a voice,
And cracking crackle spider the sky Randomly illuminating day's night
While my frail body severely trauma Lumbers to bear the massive heavy weight
Of two huge unrefined dogwoods I agonize to endure its wealth of pain
This cross impales thy mortal shell As its woody flesh drinks freely my blood
With the vigor of a well dried sponge Cheering voices surround me in distant blur
Heard and unheard concurrently My vision wanes on this lengthy trek
As my faith causally fades near erasure The scarlet juice expelling every orifice
Mingles with sweet and salty perspiration Moistening thy eyes in a torturous burning
hell The path I tread is paved in stones of glass
Hard earth veined from waters absence Ailing to moist its dried skin with the
Last vital drop of liquid my male body would shed
The zenith rose before thy like venom Eager with greed to consume my life
I felt the burden flee momentarily Kissing the land beneath me hard
When suddenly I felt my body levitate Onto the wood, the pain reiterated its goal
Succumbing to the will of mankind — For a sheer moment I found my peace.
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FALL IS HERE
What weary wreck I be Now that Fall is here
Oh I do so fear The treacherous cold
Blanketing me an freezing thy bones Fall be just a prelude
To the rushing white wave Of Winter's hellish snow
Fall is here I do so fear Murky Motley hues share
The solid wick cold of bear Why must I be encapsulated my dear
In the arctic ice so far; yet so near My body trembles like witness endear
Images of bloody crucifix aimed fair My thirst be dry but quenched in care
Hold my truths by heart so fair Proclaim thy name with solemn flair
So perchance my visions someday clear You be with me til eternity my cherished dear
Hold my soul by light tethered ropes of fear An unleash my desires that are forever near
Without scruple I endure cold's freezing care
The rapture of Fall is here I do so fear
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LET THE FIRE BURN
Let the fire burn through the night As our souls soar to such heights
Angels witness this beautiful sight Intently listening, our sweet voices kite
Our smoke tickles the heaven's maze Twisting and turning captive our eternal gaze
How splendidly our souls trek this daze In the cool warmth of Spring's Summer's
laze
Let the fire burn and scorch everything in sight
Allow embers to blacken with the colors of night
As we lay composed arm in arm ever so tight Consuming all treasures of Earthly delights
Let our smoke rise and blanket this craze Let our souls soar and ignite this blaze
Let our love free and released this cage Let the fire burn and dazzle our gaze
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CATCH ME WHEN I FALL
In every bodies life there comes a time When everything is wonderful
A peace settles in without strife and The world is so kind
Everything appears so beautiful
Like the shining sun there comes a time (It may be falling,) falling from grace
Like a shooting star to the Earth hard Oh — catch me when I fall
catch me when I fall
In the garden of eternal life there comes a time
Where everything is so blissful Contentment is a friend of bleeding knife
and Everything around is my unseen sign
As clouds turn soar miles away from cheerful
Like the shining sun there comes a time (I may be falling,) falling from the grace
Like a shooting star to the Earth hard Oh — catch me when I fall
catch me when I fall
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THE PRAISING TREE
I live in a world where bogus neighbors lie I live in a world where bogus neighbors kill
I live in a world where bogus neighbors steal
Then on the Sabbath rain came pouring down, Fever stifled unbreathable air
A plunder of thunder chorus ripped through the mist
While lightening promenade across the vast velvet black skies
Consuming the last atom of oxygen When suddenly lightening streamed hard
pulsing a tree in open view then spidering the land
Leaving the tree spilt half in two Its arms outstretched
Reaching toward the Heaven's In worshiping praise
My eyes fail to believe but my heart could see
This was an unbelievable day As I witness the birth of truth
As I witness the birth of the praising tree Imploring forgiveness for humanity
[As the lightening flickered and shadows dance about
The praising tree was transformed into a beautiful sight
Though it never moved from its rooted position It traveled the globe to carry out its mission
I could have sworn I saw it move here and there
From tree to a man and reverse with ease But the land was pitch black as energy released
My only light was the faith growing inside me.]
FALLEN FOR AN ANGEL My story may be the same
In many different ways But there is no longer an Eden
We can explore the world And gently land in Sweden
Though my heart is inundated with great pain In every single cavity, In every bleeding
vain Regardless of how lame
My life will never be the same It's difficult for me to remain faithful
When I've fallen for an angel
Renditions of this age old parable Appear in many different ways
But I must no longer remain deaden When I can expand my beautiful world
And escape the confines of make believin' Tragedy promenades my beaten love insane
In every deduction, In every thought you came Foregoing the redundancy of same
My life now has meaning and aim It's difficult for me to remain faithful
When I've fallen for an angel
Oh, how can I faithfully remain Faithfully yours
It's so hard to faithfully remain When I've fallen for an angel
When I've fallen for an angel
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VELVET NIGHTS
The night was heavily draped in deep black velvet
One by one a reflecting star managed to pierce such depths
Like exquisite diamonds their radiance glowed brightly
Eager to dance across the vast emptiness of space
Gradually expanding as my thoughts pondered aimlessly
Echoes bounced to and fro my mind's chamber walls
Like the screamer bellowing for his sanity and salvation
Can the rest of the world hear inside my brain?
Is there any purpose?
Is there any aim?
Cleans me now in heaven's baptismal rain
The persistent cries of agony and despair are imprisoning me there
The high-pitched bells constantly ringing imploring me to swear
The theater of satisfaction parades fashionably with devil-may-care
The thoughts, my thoughts rage frantically for release
to inhale deep fresh air A myriad of alternatives entice and dazzle
in promenade as my time draws near
Hear the voice insistently taunting while its evil engrosses my fear
Shortly I'm warmly wrapped in the confirmation of my decision
to commence and adhere
You won't see me crying in rich velvet nights You won't hear me beyond the bright radiance
of stars You won't touch me because I'm no longer
here You'll only witness my kiting spirit bright
As Heaven draws me there.
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THE CHANGE
I feel the change consuming everything in me
For good or bad it's a necessary need A movement of my spirit's core destine to
be Wealth contemplated as light permits me to
see
Only the blind of cripple thoughts lay and bleed
While wild inclinations await fate's destiny The change ravenously consuming the very essence
of thee No dagger, nor sword wound my flesh deep
As the change is an overpowering key
The change can be agonizing as I plead Contortionist are eager to fill the need
A moment with soul exposed it bleeds When the high moon is bright, I clearly see
There's no cage strong enough to hold me
As the change is taking place wherever I be I feel the hunger and thirst violently supercede
The two have me twisted in a hurricane sea Racing through the blanket of night I see
This is a frightfully incurable monstrous disease
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MEMORIES ARE FORGIVING
Memories are forgiving when I reminisce Mistakes forgotten like an abandon kiss
When you are near I can never resist Drowning in your aura of moralities bliss
Memories are forgiving when I reminisce The sweet moonlight orchestra commence
Our shadows dance as one beneath thunders mist
Bathed in innocence I felt your angel's kiss
Memories are forgiving when I reminisce Mistakes forgotten like abandon shadows
But what I miss most is your salty kiss And lying in the wind blown meadows
Memories are forgiving when I reminisce Swooning once, you've swooned arms of many
fellow How romantically charming memories exist,
Be still my wakened mind that continually bellow
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THE SIN
What sin can there be in a world without conscience Where there is no faith and our world prays
to science There can be no sin where there is no Heaven
and Hell As vain mortals we have evolved beyond a soul's
well
But the sin resides in our neglect to recognize The faith that lead us to be baptized
That our soul's would begin anew, sanitized If we fret more and not patronized
What sin can there be that would sin against me
What faith has leaked out unto a world of need
There can be no sin without conscience that bleed
We mortals have evolved beyond need to concede
The sin is diligently fertilized Each time you validate and compromise
As sour water erodes the need to baptize Shadows of sin are seen by open eyes that
recognize
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KEEP IT REAL
Place aside your fantasy and dreams All the modern conveniences and bling
Inhale deep, exhale hard your weighty steam Welcome with open arms the charms it brings
Come dance with me in fresh Kentucky rain Let your troubles and woes wash and drain
Release your wilds for to long you have tamed Scream and shout to the world your name
In the depths of velvet black this wisdom came
Contemplating deep my mind wondered the aim As I peered light gradually penetrated the
seams But I kept it real and treated each day the
same
Crimson scarlet surveys the dusk and gleam My eyes are fooled by things not as they seem
My soul hesitates this scorching light so clean
Can I keep it real until salvation reign
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LISTENING
Listen to wind-chimes play as spirits go rushing by
Disguised as a gentle breeze causing fright in daylight
Leaves on trees shiver their dance shaking away fear
The rains sprinkle their blessings then silent to a pause
Are you listening as a choir of natures chorus sighs
No terror is to strong to keep silent what's right
Heaven and Hell are trapped here on Earth my dear
Let me shower you in a love that reports no hidden clause
Devour my soul before the demons chariot as I fly
No disguise can hide these feelings blanketed in the night
Justice is blind like father time this reality I must bear
Listen to the rains pour down on me, I soak it in enjoying the pause
Holy water needs no cause to fall from the skies
Shake the root while the ground rumbles and fight
Just open your eyes let my light in, tear away sweet fear,
While the vultures bellow their song of natural law
I'll be listening, listening Just listening
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FRAGMENTS OF SCENT
I'm lost in a room filled with paints and oils
I look around but nothings familiar There are pictures on the walls
Of people close though long gone All words have forsaken their meaning
The canvases are blank like my thoughts A crack in time allows minutes to abandon
I gaze out past a broken window pane Looking on to distant soils of past,
Everything by and by is pleasantly similar There are a storm of clouds stalling inside
my head Washing away the greenest lawns
But here and there fragments of scent Capture a present moment
Tears come rushing to my eyes As I stand firmly wondering why?
Moments come and go With lifted veils and disguise
My heart is hardly stone Yet I await time all alone
Desperately imploring familiar scents AVALANCHE OF THOUGHTS
When I was alive all I wanted was you by my side
There were no stories hidden nor little white lies
The world was so beautiful all I wanted was more
But now you head strong out the door As my memories wash from the shore
I lived free for what seems a very short time Tell me now that it was not a veinful lie
I'm dying hard to hear your words once more My heart iced hard to stone
While my soul hungers forevermore You're rushing out with the waves onto the
ocean floor
An avalanche of thoughts come rushing all at once
I feel no control as this life continues to flow
There are many strange people Around me now I don't know
But small fragments come and go I've this feeling as their smiling faces
show
In and out like day and night The terror lives deep within
Awaiting my soul to realize its fight Standing before silver waters
Father time laughs then grins It's no sin to allow the pain to show
There's no shame escaping the demons hold
It's to late to capture this feeling Of white heat and black ashes
Why would I want too - away I let this pain consume whatever it desires
In my world of logical words The script is deep, encrypted to the hilt
Thousands of eyes devour and prey Until all my flesh has been divided
Life is nothing more then a Stairway to Heaven and an elevator to Hell
Black is black, White is white Shadows mere shades of motley hues soured
Escaping to disguised veils of night Hiding eagerly from the purity of light
That's why my eyes can see but have no sight Nature and time have blinded it's witness
Not only of sight but of mind
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EMPTINESS
When nothingness is all consuming and Darken shadows are violently looming
Behind the barred chambers of your motley mind
Let the emptiness loose and show it the sign
The terror lurks in every hill and valley Like a deadbeat mugger in a Godless black
alley Leave the liquor, Mary Jane and gossip disease
Picket those thoughts that cut down deep and bleed
Happiness scares those that are not familiar Imploring that their new world will be similar
How the fear captures desperate hearts So to twist, bite and tear their lives apart
My heart is a dying clock for their on going pain
Reaching out my hand to aid, no one came Just the emptiness of midnights reign
And the revolving carousel of agonizing pain
Change can not prevail joyously over an unwilling soul
Until their Hell stops burning thoughts of harden coal
Cardboard boxes and a blanket of weather snow Usually brings solace and inner peace with
the cold
Extinguishing a never ending reign of pain And their last whimper went silently lame
Muffled heavily by the subway train, The slow moving traffic and aeroplane
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BEACON
Heartfelt memories channel the music of my soul
Even the troubles simplify my woes Cause there can be no true happiness without
pain Bring it on — bring on the rain
Each song tuning to an individual ear Washing out bad frequencies along with the
fear Love is faithful treasures keeping me sane
In the mist of Godless storms my seasons came With your undying love I'll never be lost
in the dark Beyond the fog a lighthouse gleams miles across
the park I've given you my word, my heart, and all
it means And when I'm with you my quivering voice
boldly sings For you are the beacon to light my way
When I open my blinded eyes to see I simply can't find the words to say
Just know in my heart I do believe
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BRIEF SECONDS
My path is not a simple one to tread Along this road that twist and turns
Some bridges are surely left broken While some others wickedly burn
Feverishly the passion mingles both ways No matter what one learns there's no escaping
envy The meek must give way to the jungle savvy
Shades are eagerly willing to embrace a lost soul
In a Godless black world where my heart is a dying clock
Melting in the sands of time and disappearing to memories
Merely waiting to fade into nothingness as once I came
White is all revealing and Black all concealing A rainbow of hues implore to be seen
Brief seconds elapse as I draw a polluted breath
A beacon of piercing light forcefully mauls The barriers to break free in vain
Though the steel bars flex and waver Their hold remain ever strong
My path is long and wide and My stride is left weary
Nothing passes the chambers of my thoughts Except the motley shadows hugging thee now
Welcoming night's darkness Brief seconds flash a white light here and
there Leaking through for brief seconds of weakness
Until an universe of force in concert of a cause
Expands to a zenith and explodes The pieces create the universe within
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A THOUSAND PIECES
A thousand pieces of glass scatter the sandy dirt beneath my bare feet,
My green plaid shirt waves elegantly like liberty on March windy day
Fresh sea air empowers my lungs as I inhale deeply
Expanding my grand sails forward as destiny planned
No time to lay anchor and wait my excursion must forge onward
Fate does not linger still awaiting insightfulness The mirror glass shards are indeed sharp
But does not pierce the valor of my armor Seagulls soar high about with graceful ease
Fancying natures carousel flow of continues motion
When day leans in and kisses the opening of night
A pale blue moon glows bright against a velvet black night sky
As constellations of twinkling diamonds dazzle in the background
Each serenading my eyes with wonder, with their splendid dance
For an instant, this moment, I've discovered peace and tranquility
Lost in contemplative thought and aspirations A thousand pieces come together as one
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IN FULL BLOOM
Somewhere in the low valleys between hills and mountains
There stands a mighty oak alone in full bloom Perfect in shape, form and color
Its trunk has withstood the test of time Growing stronger each year and refreshing
its foliage The blistering sun indulges its toll
On drought laden soil severely crack earth Veins of refreshing waters have dried completely
up Not a drop dare moisten the abandon souls
Yet there stands a mighty oak alone in full bloom
On this day a miracle occurred before my unbelieving eyes
The Heaven's opened wide and angels shed their heavy tears
Upon the grand mighty oak No rain bleed away from the tree
The rain was only enough to fill its need No more, no less
Just enough to quench its thirst I ran to this tree, I ate of its flesh, I
drank of its blood No more then to appease my hunger, no less
then to satisfy my thirst A change cascaded over me and ran through
ever fiber of my being My pain and sorrow flew away as the sun's
love beamed upon me My heart began to unthaw, to gleam a fine
red jewel When I could see the beauty, hear a choir
of birds, The world filled fully in high definition
color No channel was left untouched from Heaven's
palette I too had awaken from the drought that deaden
me I too had opened up wide in full bloom
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THE RIVER PATH
The river path to arrowhead mainspring Was a magical sight for the beholder
Standing firm was the Golden Apple tree of life
As scripture sang and I listen for the silence Drinking in the knowledge
While a field of flowers sway to and fro With the gentle breeze
Like a dance of contemplative thought — They meditate —
My heart arrest, My soul lifted,
My eyes washed in the light, My body but a mere sculpture
Containing the whole As an universe transpires within
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BLANK PAGE
Staring at a blank page is like opening a door to nothingness
But I continue to pass the open windows as they appear
Inking my way via vast darkness of solemn trepidation
My salvation is guarantee through success of this tribulation
Deadness, frozen motion, imprisoned in the moment
Rampant thoughts dissipate eagerly into a vortex
Through this Godless black my heart is like a dying clock
In the stealth of this silence I hear the calling
Much echoes reiterate the reverberating voices chime
The regurgitation of my aches and pains ill my fated time
As inspiration has indeed escaped my mental grasp
Leaving the inking of my creative muse dry and stale
Awaiting me to release the soul from it's fleshy shell
I rip away the barred fabric hiding my earthly skin
And with the same vigor I remove my flesh with zeal,
In this prayer I feel my soul expand into the nothingness
The freedom eases my burden, I feel freshly launder
Renewed, Reborn, FREED Within this instant, darkness became light
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DREAM
When day kisses night That's when my torture initialize
Phantom thoughts of chaos As my synapses digitally pixelize
I'm gonna wake up, wake up Yeah I'm gonna wake up
From this nightmare of a dream Put an end to my silent screams
Dusk quickly vanishes from the light Terror quickens my heart to materialize
Water of the blood deeply baptize These Godless nights leave me petrified
I'm gonna wake up, wake up Yeah I'm gonna wake up
From this nightmare of a dream Put an end to my silent screams
Dream a little dream
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SHOW ME A MIRACLE
Show me, show me a miracle, a miracle let it be a flood or fire from the Heaven's
Show me, show me a miracle, a miracle even as little as the dead raising from their
graves
I have waited for so long to witness a miracle Have I seen one and missed it I would be hysterical
Lore of ancient times state words that are mystical
Am I falling for a miracle when I should remain logical
Show me, show me a miracle, a miracle allow me to see one turn to a pillar of salt
Show me, show me a miracle, a miracle show me another building of Noah's ark
Presently the world is in decay as chaos blossoms Drought and famine are prevalent at requiem
Ill weathered people rioting in streets of doom
Their fears gather strongly as fires forever loom
Allow the terror of darken clouds to bring on cleansing storms
Allow the waters to disappear and all nourishing food to withered
Allow the fires to be consummate and ever consuming in the clear
Allow me to witness a miracle, a miracle, before I perish to ash
Show me, show me a miracle, a miracle Show me, show me a miracle, a miracle
Show me, show me a miracle, a miracle, a miracle
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CHRISTMAS TO ME
O Holy Night Where Northern star is aglow
I pray my prayer For wisdom
For peace For humanity
Unto this night of nights Thousands of years have past
And mankind needs your salvation Rich in spirit with abundance of faith
Your light shines upon the world Of your everlasting love
I hear the angels singing To the new born king
All the holy bells ringing And the world rejoicing
Christmas true meaning
O Holy night, it's a blessed sight Where Northern star is aglow
I send my Christmas blessings To one and all
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THE OPEN DOOR
The day will come soon that I will not see the light
I will rest at dark and never open my eyes This will be the peace I've so longed for
As I pass this life through the open door
Soon my child I will no longer behold this sight
Darkness will shadow over me and you'll hear no cries
My soul will linger and travel across these vast shores
Until I have settled earthly ties, desire for even more
This hold on me can not reign beyond the pitch black of night
Unless my ravenous soul remains torn between times I've died
How shall I realize whether I be alive or dead forevermore
Until I can see the light, the light, just behind the open door
I will know of this passing when wind chimes sparkle bright
Rainbows drape gloriously across desert blue skies,
Rains pour heavily cleansing my saintly soul as I soar
Yes, I know these truths as I pass through the open door
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ENCHANTED by THE GLORY
Enchanted in the glory My soul radiates beyond the darkness
As your sweet tears drip onto my heart A nourishment beyond compare
There is a sadness for a fractional moment Then I shoulder the burden of your bloody
cross And the thorns pierce my sensitive flesh
Enchanted by the glory
Enchanted by the glory My body feels no real pain beneath your light
Your sweet tears quench my driest thirst Your blue blood appeases my direst hunger
Wisdom flows from your mouth with God's wrath
While there is a happiness within my being I find now, it to be, an everlasting feeling
Enchanted by the glory
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BETWEEN WORLDS
I stand here alone on shallow ground With the heaven's above and hell's below
And an Earth corrupt with chaos lull Forest encompassing both sides
Deadening my echoes call The water beneath my feet travels on
Cold, cold as ice Behind me a dam on verge of busting,
I hear its white noisy rushing, In this moment I outstretch my arms
Welcoming the moment I cease
Yes!
Oh yes!
Take me on as I stand between worlds My world's corrupt and devour by chaos
See my surroundings now A tornado wraps around me
Pounding like a hurricane My blood raging within like a volcano
As a lullaby cradles my harboring soul
I stand alone amidst nature on hollow ground With diamonds raining down and gold nuggets
glow And an Earth collapsing time until there's
none Trees sway in angelic orchestra on both sides
Rejoicing my echoes call The water beneath my feet travels on
Clear, fresh as arctic ice Behind me is a clearing ever so promising
I hear its lush silence approaching In this moment I outstretch my arms
Welcoming the moment I exist
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CREATIVITY
Living in the land of cosmic thought Where lightning bolts continually strike
Creation is merely and act of indulgence Wavering not to critical inquisition
Harboring no ill will toward diversity As the earth arrest on its axes for and instant
Relieving the chaos that has tattered her so
Abstract wakening glow in splendid awe Where reality stands aback to kite
And the gods of free thought wonder Surrendering not to the punnisher
Whaling loudly of meek scone Scruples collide in the ignition of an instant
Relieving the corruption ladening her so
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THE GATES OF DAWN
The gates of a brilliant golden dawn opens, I dare to enter its embrace as angel chorus
amens' A venturous Spring whose beauty gently flows
And the rushing winds sweep heavily as they blow
As revelations bath the deep blacken wells of my eyes
I find no mellifluous engrossing reason today not to die
My body well beaten and impaled by its own scars
Permit no wind full Godless night of monstrous agony bars
The harboring ill sails of a wickedly violent slumber
Burdens my withering frame to its weighted lumber
As revelations pour into deep hollow crevasses of my soul
I seek not a purposeful deduction today to remain whole
Let me welcome the gates of dawn as angels kite,
Allow me to endure the frivolous mundane woes bite
For my strong brave heart eagerly battles the reign
Righteous, willful as the war is only won by the insane
I may be incline to the mellifluous engrossing reason to die
But not to the lame, not prior my last drawn breathe to try
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ARMS OF A ANGEL
When I fell from the arms of an angel My heart broke and disappeared
I lift my voice so the message may kite Extinguishing my compunction, erasing my fear
My love for you has not withered My feelings merely endure the years
Though I know within you were right The pain never subsided but held ever so tight
When I fell from your silent Heaven My grave imprinted upon my wary soul
I raised my voice to new heights so that my message would kite
Extinguishing my energies for what could be my dear
My faith expired eternally by the hour waiting my heart to sear
But fate's mysteries ways always leads one to the light
My will remains ever strong as I come to terms and
take to flight
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THE UNKNOWN
I stand here upon my fresh lone grave Feeling every thing gradually disappear
As mourners slowly slip away, While dawn draws to mid day
Angels tears are showering on me A Heaven's kiss blessing thee
An orchestra of silence my platinum key I kneel here now for my angel to collect me
I hear solemn voices far and near As the last shadows fade away
Nature's chorus kite in the background Until sections of time are laid down
I can not sleep in final rest Until I'm in the arms of an angel,
A Godless night is approaching With raging storms deafening my ears
Roaring thunder quakes as lightning dare bless A violent dark with its forging light
The mist all encompassing lingers and gathers Beneath my spirited feet where ground is sod
Lumbering this new life erecting from my death Pain has not ceased but by far is less
No harboring will resides in me For my energies have towered beyond you see
To the unknown
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RHYTHMIC RAIN
Listening intently to the rhythmic rain dance across my patina weathered tin roof
I lightly closed my eyes and allowed my imagination to run with the swiftness of derby horses
hoofs Welcoming the night with all its mysteries
and wonder My mind relaxes in the warmth of darkness
and ponders Only a faint light cascades into the room
through a window pane As the moon baths the earth driving all insane
Just as my weary body is drifting off to sleep The rhythmic rain taps heavily now with angels
weep As the light fails to fully penetrate the
nights depths While vacant breath leaves the air stiff and
stale Until I catch my spirit again with a quick
and sudden gasp
Escaping the suffocating grasp of death's fatal claws
My eyes pop and my ears enjoy the rhythmic rain
square dance freely upon my well weathered tin roof
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WORDS
Words—what meaning they endear I could spill my words with a dragon's fiery
breathe Or with a exotic panther's gentle wistful
purr Toasted in intellectual wealth or a proletariat's
burr
But truly, what meaning does words hold?
Words—gossip to demean or words designed to
generate a filling smile Words—sharp as Xavier's silvery sword
exuding my royal blood into platinum chalice
The libation—encompassing life taste exquisitely good
So which words will resonant the longest LINGER
Which words will fade before the dawn DISAPPEAR
Truth be told—without the respect you desperately seek
words offer no pain nor comfort words merely idle until the fumes dissipate
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GATES of ETERNAL LIGHT
Like the gates of a new dawn opening unto a new
Spring day mirroring a plethora of revelations
I can not stop the Heaven's from crying I can not arrest the body from dying
I can not cease the soul from denying I can not halt our love from demising
The gates of eternal light open wide As it springs forth a wealth of loving beauty
and love
I feel its iridescent breath rush feverishly hard
against my silken wings—ever eager to abide My conscious heightens preserving the splendor
and wonders chorusing above
I can not stop the Heaven's from crying I can not arrest the body from dying
I can not cease the soul from denying I can not halt our love from demising
I'm compiled to gaze into the eyes of life Into the gates of eternal light
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GOD GREW TIRED OF US
Decades have gone as thousands of years have passed
Though the word and faith remain agile and strong
No miracles promenade in the streets as of old
Where are these miracles to sustain us today?
Has God simply forsaken his grand creations?
Or has God grew tired of us and no longer amused?
Leaving us abandon and to our own accord To punish ourselves with our words and actions
Havoc inundates simple minds with no compunction Where are the miracles to refresh the world?
Or is God simply abiding time to hurl his gauntlet?
To stomp his feet and clear us from his thoughts?
God grew tired of us—
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I WANT YOU TO KNOW
I want you to know romance is fine and Love will come in time
But at this moment this very moment I want you more then you'll ever know
Deliver me from harsh cold and keep me warm On the outskirts of town hidden in the high
grass We'll do things and make nature's sounds
Lying side by side on mother's earth bountiful ground
Share your sweet honey where the bees swarm I'm the bear of your heart's love forever
to last We'll bind as one and let our souls bound
Lying face to face we are Salomon's mound
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CHAMELEONS
Chameleons tread a vacant forsaken path With a watchful eye the trail is drawn
A sudden blink and everything may be lost The sun dawns and night always falls
The in-between is where changing colors are found
Everything is not black and white as it seems Watch chameleons colors change on and on
The cycle is infinite with rights and wrongs As life matures through stings and bites
When you see, know you'll have discovered light
Tread leery this path but lightly dust away your prints
See the whole world, what it has to show Just beware where the ghostly wind blows
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TEMPERED STEEL
Hard, cold tempered steel A greased axle turns the wheel
A little force, a smooth glide Deep in the core, a sweet sweet ride
All grinding gears are in kinetic motion Heating up, melting down the viscous lotion
Long, thick the steady rod came Liberally greased the chassis flames
Acute forms confirm with brilliant charm Sleek, masculine and silent links a solid
chain firm
Fevered oils violently expels as temperatures rise
As such artful beauty displays with nothing to hide
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NO WORDS
Listen to the willow trees when the sun rises Their silence is deafening to the day
The prevailing swamps dampens the quiet Stillness in the air hardens with time
Clocks remain frozen as one man walks alone A night will never come to kiss the day
Like trapped memories the willow trees have much to say
Listen softly and truth will set you free If only you can bring yourself to believe
No words can express the wealth of ink in my pen
No paper can capture truth of blood beneath my skin
Nor can I hide these feelings inside I must reserve these thoughts to myself
As you are eager to move on, I could never hold you back
As I give raze to this forest of willow trees I'll have more pen and paper for my ink
to bleed Whatever scrapes remain will burn to ash
Frozen in the choke hold of continual consumption
Where there is no words, there is no reprieve!!!
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CRYSTAL WINE
Moonlit nights, crystal wine and candle lights A snippy summer breeze passes rightfully by
Our shadows promenade beneath a misty night sky
Sweet visions conjure charms for my discerning eye
Nightmares are abandon in foggy mist of our fight
What we have between us now is our valued prize
Kismet we may not be but our destinies now kite
Our souls physically bind in a twisted tie As we devilishly long for the others bite
Like famed vampires thirst for crystal wine Our cravings wave with moon full tide
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SLEEP DEPRIVATION
Sunny springs and whimper wills Alice in Wonderland
The rabbit, a top hat Sinks in depths of dark hole
Open eyes can never be deprived of Mask and disguise
Are—I—Am Hypnotized
by the signs that I've died Deprived of a psychedelic life
Where that sixties music Puff the Magic Dragon and
Captain Kangaroo Invade my dreams
Memories of a childhood Captured in a video box
Zaa Zam, Hercules and Tarzan
Are heroes of the sun Werewolves and gypsies
Are always there to please me In a time of need
Look close as I bleed Fangs pierce deep tattoos
For my blue blood The drink is smooth and
Inundated with euphoria life, A touch of strife adds soar bite
When moon and sun collide I need not hide from the eyes
Behind the velvet sky Cold hands lift me unto warm arms
In fevered twilight My crystal skull
Can't shatter nor break But releases a sea of ocean lakes
Images of eons Trapped—Awaiting
To be revealed From death comes new life
Symbols are the sign Icons
I have sight to see But I may still be blind
To what's before me Walking deserts of hundreds of degrees
Scarce of vegetation and Deep southern libation
Nothing to frivolous, nothing to mundane My leathery flesh
Shields my evaporating blood A mere skeleton
I be Daring to tread, trekking aimlessly
Through a never ending mirage— Mirage
Feeling like a ragout vagrant In Gucci gold and Armani suit
A blanket of angels dive toward me In a murder of crows
Vultures Eager to pick thy bones
Movement has slowed and The snow is dry
Shadows are my only shade When I elect to lay for end of day
Quiet is silent and Silence brings me an overwhelming peace
While a plethora of thoughts rage Aroma caught on a homeless breeze
As sand hits my frail knees This be my last breath
I fear My final statement
Imprinted in the sands To be erased by lonesome
Prevailing winds For this is my flesh
Partake and it shall Sustain thee
This is my chalice, my royal blood Drink and your thirst shall be satisfied
What other reason would I have died?
If not to offer you a second chance At salvation
Why do you allow my expiration To be in vain?
Just look to the sunny springs and The whimper wills
I'll be somewhere in the grains of sand
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LAVENDER LOST
Gathering my thoughts amidst a lavender scent I knew instantly without doubt what this smell
meant Her movement was slow and calculatingly silent
But her sweet aromatic lavender proceeded her this moment,
From behind her cold hands blanketed my eyes Concurrently my heart palpitated, arrested,
as I felt The moment fleeing by as her shadow melts
Feelings cascaded through me like a hot summer rain,
My heart forever sorrows as I watched her spirit whirl the drain
Nature can be so cruel— now she's a lavender lost
a memory, a name
Taken by the ravages of time and circumstance without shame
The present fails a sentence or to cast blame It's a man's nightmare on a never ending
train Her aroma swirls around me in the lavender
captured by my brain
Silence never seemed so appealing—Rewarding Recalling precious memories that are motionlessly
drowning Saving the best times for last may be their
very ending I'll always hold dear the taste of her lavender
in the morning It's a timeless thought—of moments an
a lavender lost
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T.R.U.T.H.
Truth is a seed nested in a soiled heart awaiting nourishment to aid its growth,
with time and diligence it will gradually take a path of much resistance—not by choice
but by circumstance—eventually this once small destitute seed will capture the light
absorbing its strength and blossom beyond words
Lies are the weeds that need little attendance to prosper, without proper grooming,
weeding away excessive growth they'll flourish and take over with jungle vengeance—with
time—lies will swivel up and deteriorate from truths brutal bounty and beauty—wilting
away into the nothingness only to be carried swiftly by scornful winds to the unknown.
Lies withering and dying in an unmarked grave where no one knows its name and the
erosion continues to chew and gnaw.
While truth opens up into a magnificence tree of life and love—radiates its glory near
and far like a fountain spring.
Its salvation is a fragrant bath—
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LOOK
Reach inside my heart and retrieve the wealth of my love
It's yours for the taking a lavender gift from high above
Look into my blue eyes and tell me you need none
Look deep into my wells and embrace the full sum
I've opened my heart, extending the wings of my soul
It's yours do as you will—to throw away or watch it grow
Look beyond past, present, drop seed in soil and behold
Look within depths of yourself, unveil the truth,
the lavender you will know
Together we'll discover new worlds, as one, we'll run
Toward a fantastic future, a plethora of lessons won
Look at our history, the gods will not shun Look at our here and now as we're eager
to engross the sun
Look now for this may be our last opportunity to believe
In the lavender love residing between us this very moment
The skies are the bluest, grass the greenest, our lavender love the purest
Look now for the roughest patch is behind us—you'll see
Have faith in what you know is there and receive My love, my heart is yours for the taking,
a flooding sea
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THEATER OF MEMORY
My world is a theater of pain When the pills come it will not last
My world is a theater of memory Recollecting on things gone past,
As visual as my current present I've played these memories many time
It's a slide show of a joyful weeping soul I've out lived these precious thoughts
That I share freely with every one else I've seen that look before a many of times
Trying to be polite while not caring to hear Guess I have told these memories to long
Much longer then others can bear
But— I live in a theater of pain—a theater
of memory I live in a theater of pain—a theater
of memory RUSTIC MEMORIES
Rustic cabin, weathered chaps, western decor Well worn beaten boots grace the floor
Cowboy life is simple, cowboy ways are hard Ruggedly poised before a faggot, he strikes
fire
The deep sleepless wells of his dark lazy eyes
Reflect a glint of moonlight sparking them alive
Into the thick of night so boundless, so far, Under deep drawn breath he casually wishes
on distant star
Long cold prairie nights and warm soiled leathers No regrets, never looked back, naturally he
knew better Aches and pains are his slow suicide without
visual trace But in his pocket as silver locket and a piece
of ragged lace
Time has been a wickedly cruel bastard Taking away true love—worst then any disaster
A handful of useless things help recall rustic memories
In this instant, in this moment, in this Godless cemetery
How's a cowboy to kept forging with heart of a dying clock
When he holds the key but lost his precious lock
Time keeps churning the sours of buttermilk As a lone cowboy embraces a handkerchief of
delicate silk
Even the driest Sahara deserts shed a tear No matter how strong or tough lies the fear
Rusting spurs, aged dirty saddle needing repair and oiled
Through sins of penitence the remains are true and loyal
True and loyal are rustic memories A little love needing things to be
True and loyal are rustic memories A solid epitaph this hard cowboy sees
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