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.
The Rebel
Horror punk feline who’s bold and dramatic and dwells in the shadows – He is a cat with a presence so big and smooth curves so alluring. Soft fur and wild hair quite shocking with trinkets and makeup so necrose – Spotted and spiked with great piercings, his brazen wide smirk’s so enduring. Knowing his history, mysteries – all that they offer to teach him, He is a medium sensing the dead and the needs of the living; Soaking in baths, reading stories and eating his sweets on a free whim, Pampering’s what he enjoys and he loves to be jolly while giving. Loving the chase and a seeker of ultimate thrills and excitement, Raucous and lively is what he wants most from an anthem he’s hearing. He will not hesitate scratching your face if you’re craving incitement; Roses have thorns and his sharpened long claws are what you’ll be most fearing.
The Deviant
Mischievous, ponderous, wild and debaucherous – I am a stout boar; Darkly inclined, I’m a deviant, bearded eclectic with ardor. Writing traditional poems and my musings of culture and folklore, Genres of art will inspire me when they are crafted much harder. Porcine and pudgy this shaggy brown gourmand does revel in excess; Teasing and walking with confidence I am quite glad when I flourish. Seeking my fair share of cooking to savor the food I can access; Still, I am always quite eager to share with the friends I will nourish. Masculine, bold and so burly it just might surprise you to know this – Even while working on projects whose issues are really distressing, Hope and my humor will always escort me as they are my great bliss; Big boars like me are romantic and love all things soft and caressing.
Romantic Poetry
Organic
Nature is our greatest teacher – Spawning every living creature; Void of bias or deception – In our world from its inception. Freely giving, never taking, And continually making All the wonders of this one earth; We ourselves are of its great birth. Nature is our greatest teacher – Showing every single feature; In this larger world and smaller – Sights to see in every color. Freely giving, never taking, And continually making All the wonders of this one earth; We ourselves are of its great birth. Lacking sorrow or compunction Lends it to a greater function – That of living and of changing With this varied world’s arranging. Freely giving, never taking, And continually making All the wonders of this one earth; We ourselves are of its great birth.
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 winds are all The whispers and the secrets that they hide - Enchanted spells for people to enthrall And all the motives that they swiftly guide. Bewitching thoughts, with passions that abide, Transfix their hearts with powers that endure. The mages through their 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 impassioned pursuits - 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 frought; 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. There 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 tumultous 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.
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.
Renewal
When the will to live without a Constant need to dictate actions Isn’t simply neutral to the Mob that puts us into factions, Everything 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 By the petty and the jealous – Where their anger is then guided To division by the zealous. All the people who most need it Are the ones whose hearts are broken – Though they’ll likely never heed it When their inner voice has spoken. Their creative spark is buried Under soil that’s cold and fallow; Its revival will be carried By the hands that cease 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 efficiency The algorithms calculate impartially; They find new ways to generate commercially All manner of our obvious deficiencies. Apparently with judgments and their urgency - 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.