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Dedicatory Poetry

The Champion

In his body is ambition,
Quenched by fights and competition;
By the edge of knife and greatsword
Does the fighter find his concord.

From the earnest of his motions
Are great passions and devotions.
His are strong and persevering –
Clear of doubt and never fearing.

In his heart is where you’ll locate
That great character’s his mandate;
With control and focus vital –
Seeking honor over title.

The Integrator

His technique is great and daring –
With machines he will be bearing;
There is not another man so
Skilled with gadgets in his cargo.

He constructs with careful digits
Greatly fashioned, handy widgets;
With his hands and mind converging,
Fixes sure will be emerging.

Skills like his, so useful lately,
That we know is prized so greatly,
Is so far from automatic –
Craftsman of the systematic.

The Trickster

He the joker plays the bit part –
Making fooling quite the sly art;
Jesting with a playful humor,
His sharp wit is not a rumor.

Speaking with a cheerful accent –
Sometimes in a dopey segment,
Nonetheless a thoughtful fellow –
Even when his mood is mellow.

He recalls the greatest stories
In so many categories;
With a grin and smiling broadly –
In the fun he’s dancing oddly.

The Wayfarer

He the cunning navigator
Is an adept conservator.
He surmises paths and contracts;
Carefully he minds their impacts.

Working trades with great finessing –
Each detail he is addressing;
He’s assuring quite precisely
That they are consigned concisely.

As he speaks direct and candid,
He makes sure you’re never stranded.
We rely upon his guidance;
With his zeal there is abidance.

Affirmation

To my father and my mother –
In my world there is no other
People quite as true or giving,
Or as caring, like you living.

Even through the paths uncharted,
You make sure with friends I’ve parted;
In the troubles and confusion,
You are here without seclusion.

Loving in your ways so many –
Always there with praise to give me,
Giving guidance as intended –
Talking with you is so splendid.

Full of purpose and devotion,
Sending you my deep emotion,
To be yours, it is my pleasure –
Allies that this son does treasure.

By my heart, with love so tender,
That I wish the greatest splendor,
For our clan into the morrow;
Know my oath is without sorrow.

Quadragennial

Forty years you’ve been upon this planet.
Stable, true and strong resolve like granite,
Learning with you is a constant pleasure
That I bother not to even measure.

Your tenacity and mind, that’s bolder,
Has encouraged me as we’ve grown older;
You remind me that we all have weakness –
Making sure I never yield to bleakness.

There is not another person living
Better suited or so deeply giving.
While the path ahead reveals its content
As your brother there I will be present.

Romantic Poetry

Organic

Nature is our greatest teacher –
Spawning every living creature;
Void of bias or deception –
Granting sacred life's inception.

Freely giving, never taking,
Nature's vast and always making
Earthly wonders green and tender -
Showing sacred lively splendor.

Lacking sorrow or compunction
Lends it to a greater function –
Nature's forms are varied, changing,
Wild and grand through earth's arranging.

Freely giving, never taking,
Nature's vast and always making
Earthly wonders green and tender -
Showing sacred lively splendor.

Nature is our greatest teacher –
Spawning every living creature;
Void of bias or deception –
Granting sacred life's inception.

Freely giving, never taking,
Nature's vast and always making
Earthly wonders green and tender -
Showing sacred lively splendor.

Vintage

The hanging grapes upon the verdant vine,
Throughout the many lands in which its grown,
Becomes the charming drink that is called wine;
Indeed, it’s quite the venture to be known.

For women and for men it has been made –
Assembled inspiration here en masse;
To drink and to enjoy is how it’s stayed;
Its gladly poured into each open glass.

With pleasure we do find it is to drink,
And though it can be quite the awful bane,
It warms our hearts and makes us want to think;
Into our hearts and minds it will remain.

A soulful pleasure it will always be –
A greatly blessed comfort unto thee.

Bawdy

This is the great appeal
That comes from our intent;
Into what we do feel,
It follows our descent.

Of that which isn’t voiced –
It speaks without a word;
Within the heart to hoist,
In this it is preferred.

Without the clearest cause,
Our game continues on;
Inside our mind’s applause
About what we will spawn.

In truth there isn’t much
That we will not include –
In seeing, smell or touch
And hear with attitude.

The fun is in the guilt
We all construct about
The structures we have built
And things that we seek out.

The Spark

We write the tales of joy –
Sharp words we do employ.
From deep within the heart –
The purpose of our part.

We walk on virgin roads
And work in stranger modes;
With care we do progress
Despite the great distress.

With passing of the times –
The poets and the rhymes;
With love they do infuse
The blessings of the muse.

Around the world and back –
We’re kept along the track;
By muses as they speak –
They make the boldest meek.

And blessed are the ones
That find her when she runs
In circles through our heads –
While sleeping in our beds.

In dreams is where she lives –
Through inspiration gives
The words we hope to use;
The blessing of the muse.

The Dark

In this strange realm it seems there is no peace –
A place where you’d not want to live or die.
Above our heads the storms they do not cease;
The darkened clouds they dominate the sky.

But this the weather is not why I rue.
I tell you now the world is not so flawed;
It is in fact those mediocre few
That taint our world with pestilential fraud.

The dark and grey reminds me of the heart –
The nuances that life is really for;
For all the pain in us that does depart,
It still remains as memories evermore. 

Those people who engage in guile and hate –
Who lie and steal our momentary bliss –
They do not have a lonely, dreadful fate;
Instead they have a life without abyss.

The void is dark and has a lot to teach –
Reminding us the meaning of our fears;
By challenging perceptions out of reach,
It shows us all is more than it appears.

And through these lessons we embrace the night.
We find a peace in things that are obscured;
Though some react with ignorance and fright,
We build upon the things that have endured.

Pages

These tomes transport our minds into a place
Removed from living’s ordinary pace.
Both poetry and prose, they make us cry;
With words impressions find their wings to fly.

The varied themes in words do tantalize –
Between the lines with passion exercise;
They speak to all the struggles that you know
Within a realm that only you can go.

Within the gilded pages of a book –
As visions with the open eyes to look
Upon the paper where the words were made;
They fill our hearts with all our dreams displayed.

These pages as they are – they are a gift
Which we into our fantasies do drift.

Verses

We write our splendid verses bold and true.
The words we use reveal our great ideals.
Our poems mirror how we always change.
Within our hearts and minds we surely grow.

The words we use reveal our great ideals.
Great passions guide our feathered, writing quills.
Within our hearts and minds we surely grow.
They show us hidden visions of our souls.

Great passions guide our feathered, writing quills.
Ink flows through paper as enduring text.
They show us hidden visions of our souls.
These written letters carry more than sounds.

Ink flows through paper as enduring text.
Our poems mirror how we always change.
These written letters carry more than sounds.
We write our splendid verses bold and true.

Brew

Inside ceramic cups and many more,
Exists a brew we gladly like to pour;
The darkest grinds to savor as we drink
Is coffee that does hasten how we think.

In roasts both blonde and dark we like to taste
The many notes and flavors we won't waste;
Caffeine will really help us start our day,
But through the night is decaf here to stay.

Cafes both large and small do surely host
The conversations that we love the most;
A cozy space for study and for rest -
A coffee shop to lounge and muse is best.

The roasted beans for drinks we like to grind
Consort with all the friends and joy we find.

Secrets

Along the blowing, cooling breezes all
The whispered secrets darkest nights will hide -
Enchanted spells for people to enthrall
And every motive true intent will guide.
Bewitching thoughts, with zeal that folk abide,
Transfix their hearts with powers folk endure.
The mages skill and toil with force ensure
Their magic’s purpose finds its chosen goals;
It’s through their will that magic will mature,
And speak the secrets from their hidden souls.

Continue

The ataractic fuzziness does emanate
Through atmospheres and themes that truly captivate;
With visuals defining all our gaming joys,
These memories are meaningful and demonstrate
The challenges defeated through our skillful poise.

Relic

The things which do not change will surely die -
As withered branches set upon the ground;
The people and forgotten cities lie
As bones and dust - interred without a sound.

The essence of both people and their time -
In triumph and the folly of their pride,
Is like a poem with meter and its rhyme;
These ancient souls within our hearts reside.

Glow

The sprawling city feeds your belly full
And in your eager brain, to load the code,
The system with its miles of cable pulls
The juicy info from each waiting node.

The ads and signs - they line the busy streets,
And with a blinding glow obscure much more;
They offer more to buy and many treats -
Imposing all you're told you must explore.

Undying

The pages of history - empty and nascent,
Are written by all of our people's ambitions;
Through powerful justice and never submissions
To dogma, our spirits are never complacent.

The ink in our quills are their blood, sweat and crying.
Their work is authentic - with humor quite shameless.
The loyal and truthful are nameless and fameless;
Their efforts have impact profound and undying.

Zeal

Before their silent, godly presence there,
We offer each sincere and bold appeal.
We call to them through holy, fragrant air -
Before their silent, godly presence there,
With solemn, sacred words, our tender care,
Most ardent praise and deepest, strongest zeal.
Before their silent, godly presence there,
We offer each sincere and bold appeal.

Wisdom

Far beyond every surface lies wisdom right there.
It is found in the grass and the smoothest of stone;
Through the earth and the water – the fire and the air,
Are the numerous insights to seek all alone.

In the deeds and the trust of both kith and our kin,
Far beyond every surface lies wisdom right there.
Through our hearts and our minds - in the dreams there within,
Are the trials and the truths of each form we’re aware.

In the words that we speak with both candor and care,
Keeps the knowledge and spirit of present and past.
Far beyond every surface lies wisdom right there.
It’s the greatest of people whose purpose will last.

For each morsel we eat and each rousing pursuit -
With the times we compete through the ways that we dare,
It’s our measured approach that is truly astute.
Far beyond every surface lies wisdom right there.

Shapeshifter

The protean wanderer journeys in places both distant and hidden;
They grant him formidable forms through his feelings and numerous faces.
He changes appearance and follows the current to which he is bidden.
The protean wanderer journeys in places both distant and hidden;
Accessing the wisdom of ages – great bounties he finds there so ridden.
With passion and purpose his passage is full of great people and places.
The protean wanderer journeys in places both distant and hidden;
They grant him formidable forms through his feelings and numerous faces.

Thematic Poetry

Moonlight

Moonlight. It shines ever brightly; It glows on the edge of the basin.
Hauntingly gazing, the Moon, through the dark – with the light it does hasten.
Darkened, the depths of the water beneath it does shimmer with moonshine;
Mirroring all the crepuscular features – it sings to the skyline.

Blowing, the wind finds a path through the thicket of evergreen pine trees.
Greenery turning to darkness, it swallows the moonlight with great ease;
Swaying and rocking, the leaves and the branches – they dance with a measure;
Marking the coastline, the forest – it beckons the night beasts with pleasure.

Pulling the tide, as it fills up the heavens with luminous power –
Reaching the peak of its monstrous potential upon the twelfth hour;
Primal, encompassing fear, trepidation and curious urges –
This does the Moon in the sky represent every night it emerges.

Caliginous

Caliginous empyrean envelopes all biology;
Celestial and hauntingly – with emptiness it permeates.
And likened to the countless worlds whose shining stars it constellates,
The eventide eternally supports our whole chronology.

The heartlessness of mortal men, whose troublesome acuity,
Engenders them, with fearsomeness – deliberately ignorant,
Atrocities of hatred, with the burdens of their violent
Ferocities of carelessness; it’s born of their vacuity.

As winter and obscurity – the pale and the obsidian,
The essence whose frigidity and bleakness has its clarity,
Enraptures with cacophonous, tumultuous serenity,
Their hearts are then encircled with the coils of the ophidian.

Hyperbole

Ornamental, hyperbolic words and phrases
We do utter when expressing what amazes
Us about all of the things we are enjoying -
With gesticulating hands we are employing.

Though it’s really not so literal, it surely
Isn’t criminal to voice it all so freely;
With the boldness and the humor in our actions,
Is the value they provide as our distractions.

All the flavors of our language aren’t pollution
To be managed - nor a flaw in our locution;
There is more to our expression with some drama,
And a bit of some exaggerated trauma.

The Rain

The rain does fall upon the ground
With many cool and drenching drops.
It makes a loud yet soothing sound.
The rain does fall upon the ground
To make a path that is has found
Until the storm completely stops.
The rain does fall upon the ground
With many cool and drenching drops.

Warmth

As the charred wood makes a hiss there,
In our home's hearths that its flames warms,
It's the bright sun in a clime fair
That we yearn for - through the cold storms
When the thawed frost turns to sweet air.

Macabre

All of those beneath their weathered gravestones -
Lined with crows and autumn’s leaves arraying,
Speak to us through silent, pallid cold bones
As their ancient bodies are decaying.
Spirits, magic, mischief and its dark tones
Fill the chilly, spice-filled air - displaying
Harvest’s climate and, for us, the reason
Death’s romance extends beyond this season.

Contraption

Reddening anthracite fills up the furnace with sweltering bright fire.
Boiling, the water it builds up the steam with a powerful tension –
Pushing the pistons and grinding the gears in a single dimension;
Forwardly moves does this massive contraption through force by this flyer.

Picking up speed as the roar of the engine possesses the hot air,
Outstretching wings start to lift as propellers awaken their loud turn.
Buttons and switches – they fill up his console with many he need learn;
Gripping the yokes in the cockpit – he pulls up against them with great care.

Further beneath him, the ground drifting lower with fields far and quite still –
Flight he achieves after many endeavors and failures for certain.
Feeling the joy of his triumph, he glides through the clouds like a curtain;
Smoke fills the air and is joined with the rain as he treasures his great thrill.

Castle

The floating, skyward castle there
Is built from ancient quarried stone;
With secret magic in the air
Does float the kingdom's storied throne.

Above majestic, rolling hills
The floating, skyward castle there
With bold, enchanting creatures fills -
Their varied features strange and rare.

The bounty of the lively faire
With food and games does fill the court;
The floating, skyward castle there
Is filled with wonder, jest and sport.

With mages, knights and artists too,
These halls through magic deeds are where
The bravest souls, with strength endue
The floating, skyward castle there.

Eyes

The creeping fog - it fills the night,
And hides from you its watching eyes.
The noise you heard in dwindled light -
It sounds to you like anguished cries.

Your beating heart and building fright -
It almost hides what that implies.
The creeping fog - it fills the night,
And hides from you its watching eyes.

The tension grows - your chest so tight,
As growling echoes through the skies.
Obscured its source, and all your sight,
You pray your tracks you can disguise.
The creeping fog - it fills the night,
And hides from you its watching eyes.

Blood

Corrupted minds
In hatred finds
The evil arts 
Of tainted hearts.

Through vicious bites,
In lonely nights,
The sanguine dark
Will leave its mark.

The vampire's thirst -
It drives them first
And finds their thralls
When darkness falls.

Viridian

Viridian, conifer forests and valleys so tender -
The liveliest color in nature that sprouts from the fertile
And darkest of soil; It's the leaves that are supple and slender
Which grow from the towering branches - so verdant and gentile.

The emerald tones we enjoy with our eyes and emotions
Embody their vigor and peace through the calmest and slowest
Of growth with both grasses and leaves in meandering motions -
From up in the tallest of trees and the ground that is lowest.

Pastures

The dreaming sheep in pastures cool and green
Beneath the moon and countless stars are seen;
The shepherd tends to their innate desires
And nurtures sleeping whimsy's inner scene.

The night, as sharp alertness then expires,
Does lead the flock to sleep their day requires;
The sheep who graze upon enchanted sod
Do leap past fences as delighted fliers.

The herd which slumbers as a wooly squad
Does quell the fearsome beasts - both fanged and clawed;
Protected by their herder and his dog,
Their dreams are guided by his staff and rod.

Swamp

The smiling frog within his boat does eat the bugs that buzz and fly.
The swamp in which he dwells is full of furtive fish and floating fowl
In placid waters with a gentle tide beneath the azure sky.
His realm is lined with trees and distant sounds of hidden beasts which howl.

His fishing pole, within the depths - it's bated hook awaits his catch.
The smiling frog within his boat does eat the bugs that buzz and fly.
He drinks a hearty brew - enjoying tastes within his chosen batch.
He leans and rests but keeps upon his pole a single open eye.

His restless, ranine sons - their poles do wiggle as they groan and sigh,
But boredom falls into the swamp like all the leaves and wild debris.
The smiling frog within his boat does eat the bugs that buzz and fly.
He chuckles as the beauty and the vibrant clime they plainly see.

It's there within his boat their poles then dip and hop with tugs and drags
As all their lines are yanked by fish - ensnared by hooks they can't defy.
The frog and both his sons unload their trophy trout into their bags.
The smiling frog within his boat does eat the bugs that buzz and fly.

Dawn

The morning dew and crest of early dawn
Which by a boastful, braggard bird is brought.
A rakish rooster - sleekly dressed with brawn,
With every crass and cocky word or thought,
His flirting fancies brings the hens he's sought.
The peering sun upon his plumage gleams -
A bold and stirring shine his tuft has wrought.
The rooster rouses every rival's dreams.

The daylight sky and blissful air does spawn
The raucous roars of blithesome beasts as hot
And blazing light proceeds from morning's dawn.
The work he's made and all the youths he's taught
Do show the rooster skills and praise he's sought.
Despite his pride, he values chicken teams -
His flock with all his strength those threats he's fought;
The rooster rouses every rival's dreams.

With all the trials his daily work has drawn,
His prideful purpose pain and toil cannot
Diminish with his wit and harnessed brawn.
He works and guides through every clever thought.
The day he lives and all the birds he ought
To lead towards their goals - without extremes,
And all the many things with hope they've sought;
The rooster rouses every rival's dreams.

With all his beaming, blissful pride, and aught
For which he might rely upon his teams,
The path he leads is never vain or fraught;
The rooster rouses every rival's dreams.

Silence

The vigilant viper is quick and so very perceptive.
For victims their virulent venom is held and restricted
In fangs so retracted and coils that are tight and constricted.
Their solitude's solace is brief and in truth so deceptive.
The vigilant viper is quick and so very perceptive.

Upon them society's standards of snakes are inflicted -
Although that their feelings about them are mixed and conflicted.
This serpent is cautious but calm if you're fair and receptive.
The vigilant viper is quick and so very perceptive.

As vicious and vengeful through fear as their hearts are depicted,
His motives and values are simple and more than predicted
By all of the mindless through hate with mistrust are conceptive.
The vigilant viper is quick and so very perceptive.

Cliff

The regal hawk with piercing eyes does see the land beyond the trees.
A skillful, traveled bird, he hikes to find the perfect spot with care -
While smelling all the lively forest odors carried on the breeze.
The cliff he climbs with taloned hands and all the gear he needs to bear.

As on the verdant valley there the beaming sun does brightly shine,
The regal hawk with piercing eyes does see the land beyond the trees.
The swift and colder wind that chills his brownish feathers to his spine
Will not deter his goal – despite the ground the thinner air does freeze.

While reaching greater heights, his body through the crags with force does squeeze
As all the hazards and the peril of the mountains does increase.
The regal hawk with piercing eyes does see the land beyond the trees.
His tightened, hawkish grip and dogged heart will never cease.

The summit there he finds with all his force of will – his joyful prize,
With careful, measured strength and cunning to the highest of degrees;
It’s to his goal, and to this peak with all his heart his form does rise;
The regal hawk with piercing eyes does see the land beyond the trees.

House

With care he gathers wood - a mindful mouse,
As frosted ground does chill his booted feet.
The trees of pine above his humble house
With trunks and nettled branches do accrete.

The driest timber there he sets inside
His stove; He cooks the food within the pot
That for his wife and kids he's set aside -
While making sure the fire is amply hot.

"That smells so good!" his eldest brightly says.
It's with his empty spoon, in all his joy
And anxious hunger there he lightly plays;
His father chuckles at his eldest boy.

His youngest girl gives wide-eyed glances in
The pot the father mouse does slowly stir.
She waits with wonder and a subtle grin
While every hiss and bubble does occur.

The mother mouse does help her husband there -
While pouring out the spiced and hearty stew
Into the empty bowls, with cheerful care,
As all their kids with haste do slurp and chew.

The mother mouse intones, "What do you say?"
Her kids who speak as one say, "Thank you dad!"
And clean their bowls before they laugh and play
As quite a tiny girl and growing lad.

Beneath the watchful eyes of parent mice,
These mousey kids do play around the space -
Behaving well and being very nice
To one another with a simple grace.

The gentle snow of winter air and clime
Does fall upon the ground as silent flakes
As early supper turns to slumber time
For kids that calmly sleep for all their sakes.

Otters

Smiling, slender otters swimming
Fill the fertile waters - brimming
Brooks whose fertile, flowing rivers,
Give these creatures' fur the shivers.
Brooks for fish they're surely skimming.

Waters

With great strength the cold fast and clear brooks
Do flow through the green vales in deep nooks.
The scaled fish and thin eels do swim there
And birds call with loud tones in crisp air
To bring forth their plumed forms and grand looks.

Garden

The verdant, hidden garden den
With gentle beasts is teeming there.
The leaves and flowers fill the glen –
Enwreathing walls of stone so bare.

Enchanted hedges there do fill
The verdant, hidden garden den
As talking creatures there do thrill
With games the eager gals and men.

With wondrous friends, both now and then,
The clime sustains most pleasant moods.
The verdant, hidden garden den
Is filled with drinks and tasty foods.

Behind the veil of eerie mists,
Through magic’s charming call is when,
With all our purest dreams, exists
The verdant, hidden garden den.

SPring

Spring arrives with supple leaves and blooming flowers -
Bathed in gentle rains and blowing vernal breezes.
As the golden, beaming sun displays its powers,
Spring arrives with supple leaves and blooming flowers -
Bringing vibrant floral shades in daylight hours.
Through the nights whose coolness creatures surely eases,
Spring arrives with supple leaves and blooming flowers -
Bathed in gentle rains and blowing vernal breezes.

Ocean

In the depths of tumultuous seas
Are the fish and each tentacled beast.
It's the sharks with the prey that they seize
That are kings and the queens of the brine.
All the shades which our vision does please
Are quite vibrant in coral and scales.
As the waters do swirl in the breeze,
It's the creatures which swim as they feast
In the oceans whose residents ease.

Raucous

The manic monkey makes his presence known.
Through raucous noise he shares a mirthful jest.
With beaming pride and grit he works the best –
Through traits and treasured skills he’s sure to hone.

In every way his strength and wit have shown,
He’s sure to boldly laugh and rarely stressed.
The manic monkey makes his presence known.
Through raucous noise he shares a mirthful jest.

A party monkey to the end, he’s grown
A band of friends who dance, imbibe and test
Themselves with banter made in every fest.
With work complete, and jokes to make them moan,
The manic monkey makes his presence known.

Cathartic Poetry

Rage

From darkened corners of my inner mind,
With vicious hatred and a pain severe,
Emerges feelings of a beastly kind
That manifest from angst and greatest fear.

From skin to bone they painfully create
A dwelling sense of fundamental grief;
These adverse feelings – they do not abate;
They will maintain until I find relief.

Frustration yields a vastly simpler thought;
When it’s not found this feeling does abide.
A semblance of control is what is sought;
Within my heart resentment does reside.

It’s through acceptance of my feelings here
That I can live in balance without fear.

Apathy

They’re speaking quite loudly with haughty indignance –
Revealing their chances have dwindled and faded
To make their true mark on the world they’ve created,
While moaning and screaming with seething malignance.

Their grievances found with the people they pester
Is nominal next to their toxic behavior;
If only as children they’d had more exposure
Instead of allowing resentment to fester.

If even a purposeful path they can follow,
It’s buried in mindless indulgent pretension;
Abandoning reason, denying dissension –
They threaten detractors with words ringing hollow.

Others

Projection is finding that only detractors have guilt when despising;
Where faulting contingent, extraneous factors about your own bad life,
Results in a cleanly appearing absolving of burden or great strife –
Which only conceals all the rotting of conscience within them arising.

It’s here that the narcissist thrives when they see all the flaws in our culture,
Because it can only be others who taint it and warp it with bold lies;
But lies and more lies only make for a fantasy through their own cold eyes,
Which makes them the valiant hero – when really they’re only a vulture.

ReBirth

Pure intent to live without a
Constant need to dictate actions
Isn’t simply neutral to the
Mob that puts us into factions.

Every view that isn’t chosen
As the only way to ponder
Finds its purpose for all those in
Power and for those they squander.

Simple joys are now derided;
Petty folk are sour and jealous.
Seething rage through hate is guided;
Harsh division drives the zealous.

Desperate people who most need it
Carry hearts both burnt and broken –
Though they’ll likely never heed it
Hidden souls have clearly spoken.

Latent gifts of souls are buried
Under soil that’s cold and fallow.
True rebirth with hands are carried -
Hands of folk that ceased their sorrow.

Speak

This dark world in harsh terms it scares us to not speak;
They take all with greed and a rage that is so great,
But bold words are told when a strong roar is not meek.

Our great hearts are not filled when dark thoughts are so bleak;
Such pain and distress here it fills us with strong hate.
This dark world in harsh terms it scares us to not speak.

Our strong minds feel broke when our pain’s at its full peak;
It’s then that we find out it’s not that we’re too late,
But bold words are told when a strong roar is not meek. 

Our voice is a song that we sing with a loud shriek
From day after day and regardless of log date;
This dark world in harsh terms it scares us to not speak.

To see more than all that is out here we must peek
Inside us to find that our strength is a masked trait,
But bold words are told when a strong roar is not meek.

We’re not calm and not done when great woe we didn’t seek;
It’s choice that we want and it’s this that we do state:
This dark world in harsh terms it scares us to not speak,
But bold words are told when a strong roar is not meek.

Immanence

In immanence, both goddesses and gods do live
Within the world – in nature and machines which move;
Despite the words of bitter men, they need not prove
The ways that their great sanctity to us does give.

Inside the trite, polemic universities
Exists the rage of Atheists - whose caustic lair
Is occupied by Christian, propagandic prayer;
We have our faith without their daft perversities.

Past boundaries, modernity, and partisans,
Are beautified, illustrious divinities
Which speak to us in personal affinities -
In forms of both the mystics and the artisans.

In cycles turn the seasons, like society -
Reminding us the world we know is fleeting here.
In blessing us, their presence is innately clear;
They show us timeless strength and pure variety.

Venomous

Spurious, specious, inflaming in all of the words they are saying -
Venomous creatures do seek out the meek onto which they are preying.
Caustic, mephitic and hiding in chasms with shadows abounding,
People are foolishly lenient - watching the hate so astounding;
Carelessly all of their power to serpents they calmly surrender
Dignity, honor and all of which people should be a defender.

Sorrow

In the barren desert is a flower;
In the sanguine, crimson soil its blooming.
Dead, forgotten folk, as hidden power,
Reach into the present with their glooming
Sorrow - warning us to never cower.

Divinities

Desirable societies
Invigorate sanguinities
Distinguishing, varieties
Encompassing affinities.
Encouraging infinities
Illuminate philosophies
Developing, divinities
Agreeable mythologies.

Curated

Incredible with optimal efficiencies
The algorithms calculate impartially;
They find new ways to generate commercially
All manner of our obvious deficiencies.
Apparently with judgments and their urgencies -
They pale in true comparison to restlessness;
They nurture great complacency and listlessness
While drifting towards toxicity and solitude.
So tribal and quite shallow is the attitude
Which leads them towards the ruin of their thoughtlessness.

Envy

They’ve locked the open door
With haste – just as before;
We’ve knocked for them, therefore,
They waste their time much more.

Their core is what we’ve shocked;
Right there they’ve laughed and balked
At lore of which we’ve talked
And where we’ve freely walked.

They’ve blocked the ways to scare,
Erased the thoughts we dare,
And mocked what we ensnare –
Encased in lies they bear.

Their war on hate is based;
A glare that is misplaced
While sore and much disgraced –
Aware our hearts they’ve chased.

Grit

With hope that we’ve desired,
And bold how we’ve conspired,
The scope that is required
Is gold we have acquired.

Inspired by every trope,
We’re keen to climb each slope,
And tired each lazy dope
Who’s seen they cannot cope.

Though soap can wash them clean,
We’re told we’re far too mean;
They mope in filth they glean -
A mold infected scene.

Admired by all, they’re told,
A fraying rope is sold -
Aspired to be controlled,
They grope but never hold.

Solitude

The ennui that dominates our quietude -
Which mentally and bodily does permeate,
Embeds itself with enervating magnitude;
Emotively anxiety does acerbate
Our isolating feelings of deep solitude.

Myself

Beyond the terms they use it's only me
Who treads my path each day and darkest night.
It's from their words and labels I am free.
Beyond the terms they use it's only me
Who has these ears, this mouth and eyes to see.
I am to be myself with true delight.
Beyond the terms they use it's only me
Who treads my path each day and darkest night.