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Eternal Foundation
- Eternal Foundation -
In thinking oft, of love eternal; and longing, for desire,
I oft forget that hot anger too, is born of passion’s fire.
But, there are those who remind me well, of such ire!
For they bring it to a boil, until I think I might perspire.
My heart, given to compassion and care for humanity,
Oft forgets the evil that mankind can work with glee…
But my eyes are not blind, and uncannily they can see.
And I feel such loathing for those who enjoy perfidy!
Man can sometimes be so petty; pride, a hollow shell.
They like to praise the warrior; in conflict they excel…
Yet do they revere the poet who does not loudly yell?
So I shall scream my outrage, until it be heard in Hell!
So many think they deserve blessedness as a demand,
And they cry out to their creator for it like the damned!
The silver tongues they use for flattery, become bland,
When they expect their prayers granted on command.
Do they appreciate what is given, free will boundless?
Or do they waste it with war, and strife, and distress!
I learned much without asking a single soul to confess.
One need only look at this world; it is quite the mess!
Does the warrior imagine peace is bought with blood?
How quickly one forgets mercy, afloat in a red flood!
Human hearts are not meant to be hard as solid wood,
And I weep when those who care are misunderstood.
When man behaves like animals, how is man evolved?
One should act according to their station, so resolved.
Let them not ask me if their sins should be absolved…
I cannot remove such stains, nor make sins dissolved!
How people yearn for pleasure, yet none in turn give,
Some being selfish, even in love; in selfishness to live!
Yet when they desire, they will weep like a wet sieve.
Oh what a creature man can be; of that I can believe!
Struggling even for redemption; fighting for salvation…
When Heaven is only earned through love and elation.
It is not a wonder why many sink below their station!
People have forgotten love: the strongest, foundation.
I long to see the nobility I know is buried deep inside,
The soul of man that oft, mankind would rather hide…
And so let my cry come unto you, casting gates wide!
Let my words reach you, where love does still abide.
Therein lies the nobler self, the pure transcendent will,
Which rises even above horror, to drink of love’s fill!
Let your heart beat passionate, never again to be still.
Let my words be etched inside you, with a fiery quill!
I have watched and I have listened, and still I do sing.
My voice, sometimes is soothing, sometimes to sting!
And so the measure of my melody before you I bring.
In that, I am like an angel, though one bereft of wing!
Let us sing together, a symphony of love and despair,
To wake the very spirits that dwell unseen in the air…
And let our song reach Hell, and Heaven brightly fair!
Darkness and light together: perfection, in such a pair.
I know you can be glorious, so let me awaken in you,
The memory of your true self, which naught can undo!
Let us sing together even if all of chaos might ensue…
I can show you the way, for my soul is pure and true.
Though, purity is never perfection, and all are flawed!
Even so we can reach beyond, and so become awed.
The path beckons before us, being wide and broad…
So put your hand, in mine; that angels might applaud!
In thinking oft, of love eternal; and longing, for desire,
I oft forget that hot anger too, is born of passion’s fire.
But, there are those who remind me well, of such ire!
For they bring it to a boil, until I think I might perspire.
My heart, given to compassion and care for humanity,
Oft forgets the evil that mankind can work with glee…
But my eyes are not blind, and uncannily they can see.
And I feel such loathing for those who enjoy perfidy!
Man can sometimes be so petty; pride, a hollow shell.
They like to praise the warrior; in conflict they excel…
Yet do they revere the poet who does not loudly yell?
So I shall scream my outrage, until it be heard in Hell!
So many think they deserve blessedness as a demand,
And they cry out to their creator for it like the damned!
The silver tongues they use for flattery, become bland,
When they expect their prayers granted on command.
Do they appreciate what is given, free will boundless?
Or do they waste it with war, and strife, and distress!
I learned much without asking a single soul to confess.
One need only look at this world; it is quite the mess!
Does the warrior imagine peace is bought with blood?
How quickly one forgets mercy, afloat in a red flood!
Human hearts are not meant to be hard as solid wood,
And I weep when those who care are misunderstood.
When man behaves like animals, how is man evolved?
One should act according to their station, so resolved.
Let them not ask me if their sins should be absolved…
I cannot remove such stains, nor make sins dissolved!
How people yearn for pleasure, yet none in turn give,
Some being selfish, even in love; in selfishness to live!
Yet when they desire, they will weep like a wet sieve.
Oh what a creature man can be; of that I can believe!
Struggling even for redemption; fighting for salvation…
When Heaven is only earned through love and elation.
It is not a wonder why many sink below their station!
People have forgotten love: the strongest, foundation.
I long to see the nobility I know is buried deep inside,
The soul of man that oft, mankind would rather hide…
And so let my cry come unto you, casting gates wide!
Let my words reach you, where love does still abide.
Therein lies the nobler self, the pure transcendent will,
Which rises even above horror, to drink of love’s fill!
Let your heart beat passionate, never again to be still.
Let my words be etched inside you, with a fiery quill!
I have watched and I have listened, and still I do sing.
My voice, sometimes is soothing, sometimes to sting!
And so the measure of my melody before you I bring.
In that, I am like an angel, though one bereft of wing!
Let us sing together, a symphony of love and despair,
To wake the very spirits that dwell unseen in the air…
And let our song reach Hell, and Heaven brightly fair!
Darkness and light together: perfection, in such a pair.
I know you can be glorious, so let me awaken in you,
The memory of your true self, which naught can undo!
Let us sing together even if all of chaos might ensue…
I can show you the way, for my soul is pure and true.
Though, purity is never perfection, and all are flawed!
Even so we can reach beyond, and so become awed.
The path beckons before us, being wide and broad…
So put your hand, in mine; that angels might applaud!
Published 11th Jul 2012
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11th Jul 2012 6:50am
That is a photo of me standing in my front yard, which I added some wings and a sunburst special effect to, in order to complete my angelic look. Lol. Yes, I am back to being a brunette again! My blonde phase is over with for this year. ;)
11th Jul 2012 2:36pm
Your work never cease to amaze me Jessica. There is always new woven within your tales. Sometimes, commenting is trite somehow, there is no words to describe what I feel or think about your work.
13th Jul 2012 8:04am
My thanks, Grace! And fear not, my friend. Your warm words are always enough, and do wonders to convey the way my poems sing to you. I thank you for taking the time to tell me of how they make you feel. It is good friends... and fans... like you, that make me happy that I share my works here at Deep Underground.
