Wednesday, December 30, 2015

"Strength of habit"


Conditioned from the time of birth
Or cued from things of little worth
The habits that we all entail
And lost beyond a false dark trail
The darkness of our legacy
Brings such a plague that we could be
Ensnared upon the endless tread
To live a life that's truly dead
To break the bonds of habits' dread
At last, to deem the soul as fed
Unencumbered by the waste
At last, the physical to taste
Break open to a newborn state
To lives and loves that truly rate
This precious moment set unto
The ring of bells that sing the due
Human to the nth degree
And all it takes is that we see
Ladies first


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Saturday, December 19, 2015

"Self-limiting"

Where the limits of this place in which we spend our time
Encumbered by the concrete and the endless paradigm
What limits, that restraint of bonds, when chains of life unlock
How many of the dungeons walls are fictions of the clock
A ray is cast upon the floor from crack within the wall
A color felt, a rhythm seen, sets free enchanting call
Transformation, once again, removes the mortar's hold
To crumble all the shattered walls as sanities unfold
The resolutions that we reach are tales of wit and wag
Intuitions lead to life beyond the broken crag
Look back upon the crumbled walls, surprise at what is wrought
A pile of dust, insights unique, and tales of lessons taught

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Thursday, December 3, 2015

"The final demon"


The final demon, laid to rest alone
No longer welcome as a guest, once known
Donned in all the very best as shown
Shoved to sea to ride the crest on stone
Never loved and never missed, dethroned
Stricken from the gala's list of crone
A last hurrah, the demon's kiss disowned
The final demon whisked like mist that's blown

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