Sing Not Paean To Sorrow

You hide your pain,

Sorrow not to confront.

Did spirit surrender,

Cause unknown?

Confusion of no little report,

Assails the soul,

Lingering within,

Release, yet to birth.

Thoughts remain to no resort.

Yet strength of will,

Defends heart’s desire,

Confounds what might have been.

Love be enchanted sword,

To cleave the wall of pain,

Your soul to free; true devotion will be,

Sorrow’s Paean naught but requiem.

Ode to Fallen Warriors

Each day, as I rise, new world to see,

            My heart more leaden has fate denied.

What trials once faced, burdens we bore,

            That creations of our loins so oft deny.

Did our battles and toil, once new path generate,

            Our longing for peace, no longer unique goal?

Have those we nurtured, bled for and cried,

            Our hopes and dreams for them denied?

Were I less stronger, more feeble and weak,

            I would still step to challenge against the now.

For within my heart, my mind doth decree,

            No, no more, shall psychosis again rule.

We fought the fight, not to surrender the day,

            Our longing for tomorrow, forever in command.

 To those who refute wisdom of the ages,

            I stand now to declare you at fault for this time.

For in your arrogance, no grace do you bare,

            No honor your cuirass to shield, your weapon dull sword.

Awake young neophyte, your future you threaten,

            Possess the clues your forebears provide.

Look into your soul, for your battle is within,

History your guide, the lessons are all there.

Tomorrow can be yours if yesterday is remembered.

Our World’s Greatest Foe

Do we humans in our folly,

            Grant credence to the fact,

Our wisdom oft flawed,

            Emotions do contend.

That we face not our demons,

            Nor strike back against deceit?

Yet stand midst the battle,

            Our voices to scream,

Our pain, a ballad

            Heard only by the deaf.

Why does our pride,

            Hero’s garland we claim,

Defeat all logic,

            That war may never end.

For who is our enemy,

            That so simple a ruse

Leaves confusion and conjecture,

            New weapons to defeat?

Think not, noble warriors,

            Your enemy to destroy,

For the arms raised against you,

            Were made not of steel,

Mere straightforward the shield,

            Carried by Silence, indisputable foe.

Your Smile

When first we met, you seemed so shy,

                                    Your countenance bold yet bearing meek.

What knowledge did I, curious old soul,

Hope to garner from one so young?

Day did come, you felt heart free,

                                    Your smile once frown, began to bloom,

Enchanting change forthcoming

            In well-spring of life, your voice far-flung.

Be there vast wisdom, in so endearing a smile,

                                     That even the wise, must bow,

New perceptions did flow like manna,

                                    Once your voice of youth unchained.

You awoke your dreams, cast off evil spells,

                                    Did challenge those who scorned you.

To attacks so grievous,

Defiance your blade unrestrained.

Were that man, never humble as much,

                                    Attempt your path, unaided.

Yet you, in your wisdom disproved all fault,

                                    Erasing all guilt your smile now chastens.

From deep within, your heart so pure,

                                    You brought forth passion.

 With strength of spirit, you destroyed self-denials,

                                    To answer call of love that beckons.

Defeat the call for all perfection,

                                    Accept yourself, an incredible person.

 If love you feel, withhold it not,

                                    Reap the joy of your beloved’s charms,

Your time has come, your smile shines bright,

                                    A beacon to all, let none deny,

New chapter of life commences,

                                    Receive love’s bounty with open arms.        

How Do I Know?

A person did wonder, answers oft sought,

“Is it love I feel, or has lust cast its spell?

How do I know my feelings be true?

No guide of life nor sage does foretell.”

From deep in spirit should arise plaintiff cry.

“Love is not gold, nor diamonds to own,

Cease all your drivel, abide now my words.

For love is a gift, greatest ever known.”

“Whilst beauty of flesh beguiles those too willing,

It is never to preserve hearts so eager.

For time, its keeper, tariff of years must we pay,

Perhaps love’s purse is tragically meager?”

“Harken, my child that you may know,

Voice of ages imparts truth; oppose lie.

To see honest beauty your heart so desires,

Look to the blossom with a blind man’s eye.”

“Be not swayed by false promises,

Nor surrender to sweet words,

But borrow from the deaf, listen with your spirit,

To the sonata of flowers and songs of Hummingbirds.”

“For love is not tangible, negotiable nor bought,

Not fleeting nor ever meant to free.

Love is a commitment, not easily sustained,

Bonding like spirits by their heart’s decree.”

“Forsake false desires,

Fleeting beauty does portray,

Seek the truth within,

That your love will never betray.”

WWWWW & H

Where can I go?

What can I do?

Where is my haven I cried?

Who stands by me?

Will my spirit be free?

Why ever once denied?

How long the pain?

When will stop heartache’s reign?

My yearning to never defeat?

Where tomorrow may end?

Will torment amend?

What loves long-lasting will I meet?

But knowledge the tool,

Seldom used by the fool,

Will ever protect the wise.

With love’s power replete,

The challenge to meet,

Our future together will rise.

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.