Two new feet
In place of where
My heart should be
They wander and kick
As they like and
Please though I cannot
Seem to find appropriate shoes.
Monday, November 5, 2012
XXV
Matters of wind
And of rain
Fall at her feet
In silent words.
Not of those things
Unforgiving
Rather, she is of
Mistaken brilliance.
Though at night
She twists and turns,
Swirls and churns
All the while you try to sleep
Simply remember -
She is not chaos.
This is her peace.
"Conscription: For Bubba"
Dragons and castles
Have been stormed
And sieged in stories
Of myth and old
But few have truly
Done such things
In worlds of
Real and now
For men of such
Valor have no
Place on this
Mortal plain
And yet, One
Has stepped forth
From the shadows
Of intellect.
No banner flew
Overhead for his
Allegiance lie in the
Crucifix around his neck
No sword graced
His hands
Though enemies
Fell at his feet
And no knight's code
Did he follow
As he stormed
Through unknown lands
No, no lyric nor melody
Tell of his feats
Nor triumphs held
In his honor.
Rather, he humbly says,
"I have set aside
Personal desire to
Ensure the safety
Of this kingdom.
I protect your princesses
I love your Queen
I hold up the arms
Of your King.
I do this not
For it is my duty
But solely the greatest
Parts of my heart."
He accepts no reward
Nor praise
For what
He has done
But silently
Works and protects this land
With broken back
And sweated brow
Contentedly carrying
Our kingdom
In the palms of
Bloody, worn hands.
"Antecedent"
There exists in it
A desire
An overwhelming yes
And no.
The need for
Subtle grandeur
A call to
Exquisite beauty
From purple tongues
And misguided
Words of passionate
Unyielding.
Tiring, it
Falls into readied
Arms and legs
Of fermented faith.
That sweet courage
Smelling of
Familiarity and amiable
Discourse
Will, in time
Run its course
Into darkened woods
Of impossible shades.
Do not taste
That forgone fruit
That lifeless meal
That never satisfies.
It must sleep
As it must
Always lay
It must sleep.
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