entrails to prophecies continued
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To minister
Not knowing which there is everafter
Mandolins playing the Maidens of Winter
To the lyres ,the kingdom crumbling from disaster
The Princely cost of the days sojourned and gathered
And for me
Teetering on the edge looking down.
Honestly it is not that far to travel
This nightmare never ending
I lament seeing it for the last time
As if never knowing
The price I should pay
For knowing this reality
It is only ,but!
the end
And who is it that seek the quest
Leiden by keel ,turns into the wind and tide
Tack and set the ropes as they bind
Your heart with chains by which all abide
No blame dispels the guilty
No flame dispels the ashes
No cruel intention do gooder
No sympathy reprise
Yesterday
Yesterday and tomorrow each liken their own
To the vastness of colorless knights
Bowing there before thee
Casted enlighten, their images turn to stone
My dear sovereign I ask unbridled
The stead knows it’s way home
Arrogance without caution
Your crown lay shattered on the ground where you are thrown
Weighed within the measure
For the Length it’s distance shall not be known
Carried by the sea it’s sounds sweet an endearing
No trace of your Sand Castle shall be shown
It is all not doom and gloom
The slate wiped clean
Once awaked from your slumber
It was only but a dream
He is a man
Limited to that for what he is ,a man
In all his triumphs and glories
Failings and Desires
His dreams and his imagination
Tenuous his hold on life
He is that ,that he is ,, human
No ,he is not a god
No ,he is not infallible
No ,he can not change everything ,anything ,at times nothing
He is just a man, gentle and grace, hard sometimes out of place, caring compassionate and sometimes a hero
Proud, an anchor ,a giver and a taker
A creator, a clown ,he cries tears like any other.
He is a man. Just a man
I love him just the same.
Destiny
Where did you go?
I penned a letter to that girl
Eloquently written in shades of black calligraphy
Adorn the pages and the Chrome green envelope
She’s gone ,,setting me back to wonder
Perhaps it was the coo of the morning ,,love
The allure of the open road
I failed to join her
I am lamenting that choice now.
I drop the letter through the slot
Heck the postage is paid
Though there is no one there to recieve it
It will be back in a few days
But I will be gone by then
Drifted away in my sleep
Goodbyes are never easy.
Just wanted to say
I love you.
