The Man That Is Deke

He took a stand, defying old pain,

Facing vile assailant, his honor to gain.

Though small in stature, a contemporary David,

He stood his ground, ill fate he cheated.

With strength of will, forgetting the past,

Determination his armor, that this be the last.

He beset his Goliath, not with sling or stones,

But with cunning and speed, did offend with knee bones.

With cry of delight, his missiles well placed,

Once evil intentions were rapidly outpaced.

Laying fears aside, with help of dear friend,

Process began, bringing evil to its end.

Exposing his accoster, those to end sport.

Brought ease to memory, and joy to the court.

No One Asked Why

No One Asked Why

Throughout my life of times and trials,

          I met all challenges on my own.

Faced shame and abuse all sans love,

          My pain and sorrow suffered alone.

Would that I, complex being that I am,

          Deserve more defense did I once implore!

Yet naysayers once thought loving kin,

          Denied my tears my pain did ignore.

I grew to a man, oft suffering pains of child,

          My spirit a jungle, desperate to survive.

With strength of will, and quill in hand,

          I commenced to confront those who did contrive.

In wanton denial, condemnation was rampant,

          “You lie to invent, your stories ill-written.”

“You deserve your pain, don’t blame those now gone!”

          Came calls from unknowing, truth no burden.

In abandoned confusion, no basis in fact,

          Their voices did raise in profound accusation.

Their disputes emotional, reasoning all lost,

          Principal goal my eternal damnation.

Throughout the turmoil, midst lies and deceit,

          Not one defender stood, the deluge to deny,

No voice did I hear, in argument of reason,

          Raging in pain, “No one asked why!”

Were I to Declare

Were I to declare undying love for you

            Would you eagerly respond in kind?

If I should say, I need your love,

            Will you readily promise it mine?

Did angel kiss caress your heart;

Attack to soften hardened spirit?

What once was wall impenetrable barrier,

            For love, you threw down the gauntlet.

 To challenge emotions, your very soul to conquer,

            You chose love first, exposing defective armor.

You threw open gates, unsealed myriad doors,

            Your essence unleashed, passion now emancipator.

Abide now this day, your freedom attained,

            False spirits fell before you, caustic chains now broken.

From this time forth, let love be your manna,

            Your affections now gift, never scant token.

Dedicated to Deke

You Found Me Worthy

Close beside me, you lay, adrift in dreams,

Your visage serene, faint smile does reveal,

Tranquility befitting, love empowered,

            To worship our union, shall be no appeal.

You arose like the sun, gift from the stars,

            Soft glowing ember conquering my darkness,

Igniting my passion sorely feared too idle,

            Soon ablaze, very being aflame, life now a wholeness.

What sovereignty of feeling, did assail my soul

             That one such as you would deem me fitting

To share your world, to know your love,

            Eternal blessing, my heart forever binding.

Dance not Satan’s Dirge

Hear my children, words to warn,

Let not your spirits enjoin more harm.

Set free your love, your hopes, and dreams,

Dance not Satan’s Dirge

Be kind to all, allow them grace,

Regard your fate, lest you be in their place.

Know your heart, from which love streams,

Dance not Satan’s Dirge.

When faced with challenge, options oft many,

Resist temptations let your mind be greedy.

Pay heed to reason, obey reality’s commands,

Dance not Satan’s Dirge

Your essence distinctive, our blessing is you,

Reach out to the morrow, your goal now to learn new.

Accept your power, your future demands,

Dance not Satan’s Dirge.

Dance not Satan’s Dirge

Let your hatred all purge,

For no yesterday must not be tomorrow,

Today, mourn not the loss of sorrow.

Emergence

At winter’s end, comes awakening call,

Arise, arise, friends and all.

Tis time to stir, to shake out mist,

Your faces blurred from season’s kiss.

Reach out your arms, to grasp the light,

Your bodies to strengthen, renew their might.

Let hands present, your fingers splay,

Stand tall, in splendor to salute the day.

Your arrival conceived, rebirth in mind,

First of season, your status defined.

With grace and poise, aligned at will

Emerge to us, treasured Daffodil.

Control

That sound you hear,

Assailing left ear,

Strong; it’s power compelling.

Be it spirit voice,

Or mindset choice,

Answers already indwelling.

For your struggle within,

Borne of chagrin,

Control the fixated issue.

Do not to deny,

Nor cast evil eye,

The fear begins with you.

To love without chains,

It only remains

To face the demon inside

Accept that your foe,

Is one that you know,

Stop controlling; learn to abide.

Ode to False Perfection


Mr. Perfect arrives, exquisite Ms. Ideal, by his side,

See how they stand, such flawless poise,

No sound of dissent, not one single noise.

They sashay cross the floor, in symphonic stride,

A nod here, a smile there, as they greet false fans,

While waving their sanctimonious hands.

As if in review, no hair out of place,

All lessor beings must bow low to their stature,

Hiding the fact, that we all see the fracture.

As I turn to observe their opposite face,

Glaring vision attacked my eyes,

I’ve never imaged pants with rear flies.

A chuckle I buried, if just to save grace,

Mr. Perfect waddled, bowed legs were a sight,

Ms. Ideal no better, her brown trail a blight,

As they pranced toward the door, in regal fashion,

I thought to myself, my sins no greater,

Then those who would judge to call me a hater.

So I say unto those who wish to cash in,

Keep your nose to the sky,

Kiss my ass, that’s my passion.

No Sin Was Mine.

Tranquility reigns as the night air of spring descends,

I sit, alone, immersed in the bouquet of the woodlands.

My thoughts, unladden with harbinger of danger,

In serene contemplation, only melodies of night denizens to abide.

 

Moon’s reflection, a golden path across still waters of the lake,

As if to bid me come hither, walk gilded lane, no sorrow awaits.

Silhouette of lonely loon traverses, his mournful calls unheeded,

I listen, no substance, forlorn, only emptiness beside.

 

My companions only night creatures, diligent in their quest,

Do they wonder at strange creature in their midst?

Wisps of white clouds, wraithlike schooners race the night,

What reward their goal, silver cup to win?

 

As I watch wonders abounding, sorrow memory became,

Serenity, like mist from the lake, surrounds me.

My hunger, once thirst for ending,

Now appeased, I did not sin.

No Tears for Tomorrow

Alone I trudge unbeaten path,

Head bowed low, fraught with sorrow.

As I wander, lost in time,

I’ll cry my tears tomorrow.

Each new day, I face the sun,

Longing for an answer.

Was I right, was I wrong,

Eating me like a cancer,

Imperfect thoughts on troubled sea,

Reasons beyond my reach.

Cavernous desire, the need to learn,

That which life had failed to teach.

Sad memories alone do linger,

Gratification but mere dust.

But I will go on, to do my best,

To learn of love and trust.

At days end, I will face my fears,

Erase my sorrows,

I’ll stand tall, shouting out to all,

I’ll cry no tears for my tomorrows.