And one more toy she gave to her cry-child,
Who, not a look and wailed ever more still
To grow restless, disconsolate, more riled,
But as moms do, she knew well what was ill,
Maya— a cosmic ploy, men to illude,
That spreads in mortal’s path a pile of toys,
And hopes, man stays wise, virtuous and good,
That, he learns to ferret out fragile joys.
Irony is: her love we fail to see,
As light transcends darkness, truth gets entwined
In clouds of ignorance, just as in sea
Water gets one with waves, and man purblind
Of truth. Only when all ceilings you tame,
You find, ceiling and floor are one and same.
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Sonnets | 07.01.2012, recast July 2023|
~Forever End~
To Thy, Be, an over barring
Baron, of Lesser Bliss to
the Sarcasticness. Lesser, is
the Evil, Ney, Thy is lesser . . .
Lesser Be the evil in our
Heart's, Fore, Thyn is closer
to the one & God, & for thyn
haste, to entrap the cause
& squash it, ending pain,
ending debate, having found a
way, to illude the under-
current, of an endless,
Equation. Be Thy Within
Thy Soul Forever &
ever more, wanting,
Thyn'est Forever, In
The Wake, of Forever
In, twas choise, of
whoms choosing, Can a
mind forget not regret,
not, or fore that, from
someone, within come
to Forgive. Playing back the
Rhymn over & over
again, this game of mine,
to intertwine triumph
with thee loss which
beckons me more &
more, in the coin toss.
sharing in God's grace, and love, and mercy,
even in sharing in the midst of our hurting,
places us open to love deeper to see you,
watching your love move in everything we do,
breaking free can seem uncomfortable when so conformed in our ways,
in the balance of our own protection we sometimes move farther away,
trusting more in his protection moves us,
through the dangers that try to illude us,
sometimes too much is enough to see,
at times God pulls us away in prayer to intercede,
strongholds can stand right up in your face,
to surround its atmosphere with no breathing space,
to block your concentration of loves true cause,
the distance must be to leave until it is gone,
parts of the body working the visible eye cannot see,
the internal makeup of his purpose to be,
the beat of the heart, the sound in its call,
that make up and orchestrate the sound of its song.
I stood, the lonely tree
In a forest of false faces
Turning into silence
Making use of empty spaces
Taller then the rest I stand
Looking out over many lies
A tapestry weaved of deception
Colliding to illude the eye
A bird perched on my shoulder
Sings to me a song of peace and joy
Bringing new found peace and life
That the evil try to destroy
The sweet melody speaks of hope
In a world that is quickly falling
It's a mournful cry for help
The children of the world it's calling
We stand now, a united forest
Listening to humanites cry for salvation
And we root ourselves in hope
All is takes is a dream and determination.