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(THE TRAGEDY OF GOD-CROSSED LOVERS)
 
 
I spied Faith sitting upon a rail.
Fair hair in the wind,
Watching the ships set sail.
Whispers from her wonder if
She’ll ever see me again,
As I sail off into the rift.
 
Gone to fight in God’s own war
Clad in celestial armor,
I go to break the door.
Of things so vile and beneath
Us, the holy army.
We will crush them under our feet.
 
      In Heaven, God looked upon Faith.
      And saw that without me,
      She was but a wraith.
      And sadness filled His heart.
 
Between the battles, I dream of her.
Sitting there so lonely,
Drawing her picture in the dirt.
Falling leaves remind me of the time
Of splendors and apples.
Before sin was a crime.
 
        Here in His kingdom sat one so blind
      To the love that shone
      But then Faith was still mine.
      A forbidden affair in His home.
 
In the heat of Battle I threw down their King.
Their morale was broken
And enemy horde felt the sting.
I proclaimed my victory for God’s glory
And headed for home
To Heaven, to tell the story.
 
      Word spread to the Lord of my win
      But He was full of envy
      For in His house Faith and I sinned.
      In His eyes there were many.
 
Sat her down in comfort.
Then told her about my doom.
She wept upon the shoulder of the Lord.
But him it was just
Another player knocked off the board.
 
There she stood on top of the stairs
And the air was so thick with despair.
Her stricken heart set to un-tune her,
And grief poured forth to consume her.
With one last pull of the heart strings
She cast herself from the spire
And the cold night air was lit up with fire.
 
      God was then struck with a rage
      And barred me from the chamber floor.
      I was to be condemned in a cage
      And I looked into the face of mistrust
      Once filled with just, but nevermore.
 
“Cast me, Father, as you cast her out!
Throw me from your heart!”  
And thus, I lashed about.
“I have lost Faith to her doom!”
The, I, The Morningstar
Cursed God from Heaven to distant moons.
 
      And He said,
 
      “Her pride for you kept her so fair.
      Your death by my word led to despair.
      I cast you out, into the dark.
      Let the lash of her death leave a mark.”
 
And so I fell
Through fire and earth.
To rule beneath
A new rebirth.
And still I search
For where she burned.
I have looked afar,
From Hell to Earth.
I am still The Mourning Star.


(c) 2013 Frank Green

 
In an unconscious drool
I crawl on hands and knees.
My swim is lacking fuel –
“ more breast milk, please.”

Too small to reach above
zero experience
too young still needing love
Lost,
lost in sentience.

Mixed emotions, teen aged,
struggling to be sane;
I know all & nothing
drown me with cellophane.

Finished mouse school and maze
caught in a rat’s trap bait
innocence lost, a phase?
still lost in sentience.

To old to have it all
my gait now slows and lags.
I’m nearing terminal,
where is that plastic bag!

Not too late, to awake
from a hopeless penance!
Forgive!
Live!
Love!
Create!


Conscious in sentience. . .

I feel like I have fallen down the rabbit hole again.  
I said I was okay, that I wouldn’t fall again.  
I’m stronger now, I can handle it.  
But I was wrong.  
I knew I was on the edge again, and I didn’t stop.  
I could have turned around, but the rabbit lured me in,  
and without a thought or a blink of an eye I stepped forward and fell.  
I grabbed the pills, and fell down the hole.  
I grabbed the bottle, and fell down the hole.  
I grabbed the needle, and fell down the hole.  
At first I just wanted the pain to stop, and now it’s as if I am welcomed home by an old friend.  
The rabbit and I talk like the time I left never happened.  
Why did I even think that leaving in the first place was a good idea?  
I know I’m not okay.  
I know I’m not the strong person I thought I was, and really is that such a bad thing?  
I grabbed the pills, and fell down the hole.  
I grabbed the bottle, and fell down the hole.  
I grabbed the needle, and fell down the hole.  
And this time I won’t be climbing back out.

 
The eloquent eloquence of elephants
Is knowingly known and renowned
They trumpety trump like trumpets
Sounding out soundworthy sounds

Before I leave this world, I want to experience life’s pleasures
To feel the warm sand under my naked feet and smell the fresh ocean air
I see double, both the light and the dark, and the beings they consume
Some individuals rush towards the water; others run indoors
Their behavior confuses me, though it can’t be held against them
Warm seems the candle to one who has never felt the sun.
 
Before I leave this world, I want to see every color of nature
To smell the sweet scent of wild flowers and to drink the cool mountain water
I see the leaves change colors dramatically, from vibrant green to shimmering gold  
Some leaves fall to the ground; others manage to hang on for longer
Their destiny is at the mercy of the wind; whether it be a gentle breeze or a ferocious storm
I pity those without the gift of seeing in color.
 
Before I leave this world, I want to worship God’s temple to me
To take in the feeling of being one as I make sweet love  
I see past the physical flaws and marvel at the beauty and purity of the soul
Some individuals view the act as sacred; others take it for granted
My integrity is a blooming flower and will never be corrupted
Others are merely left with an empty stem.  
 
The time has come, I’m ready to leave this world
I’ve lived my life to the fullest and I have no regrets
I say farewell to my loved ones on Earth, and soon will reunite with the ones I’ve lost
I don’t know what lies on the other side, yet I’ve found my peace
A light surrounds me as I walk forward
Whatever lies on the other side, a new journey will begin.