Prose in rhyming verse |
Visible Continually Many crossroads have I forged these last eight years, As several closures and new beginnings are no longer fears. But my raw reality Almost instantaneously Is present then departs my place of the mundane Floating in and out of my paradigm to arrange An awakening at a profoundly deep level of consciousness A reversed vertigo ascending with sincerity and finesse. I sing, I laugh, I bring, Crying at … All the love and despair that has entered and left just as quickly from my universe As if a golden moment was all I was allowed to glimpse before coming around to first. Places in time and space have changed dramatically As my world moves on without me systematically. There seems to be a vortex of a void too deep Where once was glorious, sweet, calm sleep. Uneasy with vibrations while assuming sentry To my own survival without portals for entry, Into the corridor that moves me through The intense emotion and thoughts of due. The laws of abundance continue To be aligned correctly and true. The balance of honor is maintained By the integrity and still remains The values that defend the weak The strength that undoes the link Of the wicked and cold, still darkness Created by the ‘once born’ in the starkest Of bright lights that do not ever allow The shadows to dim what is here and now. Mine own eyes do not lie or deceive me Nor do mine own ears not listen to see That the voice of the forked tongue gets twisted Around itself and cannot conclude in misted Air without the train of thought becoming derailed From it’s unstable tracks and frequently failed To convince my naïve soul that all is right. I tend to get defensive and confront with might What you and I know innately from birth No matter what we learn at hearth. Now another crossroads is approaching As I journey so very close to my destiny Which has been pre-ordained by my fate The choices I’ve made, in love and in hate. Coming is sorrow, conflict, and detachment; But also joy, friendship, and warm enchantment. Change is a natural law that cares not for homo-sapiens opinion formed Marching to the beat of it’s own drum; with moon dances through storms. How little we realize what means most Find we get caught up; then try to coast Through the turbulence that we emulate Like the symphony conductor escalates In rhapsody of a musical scale in perfect time Harmonizing at every sharp and flat in rhyme. Aye ~ Eat, drink, and be Merry-- For tomorrow we die! Our time here is minute compared To the planet and sky, And the mountains, the trees, the ocean deep and blue A nano-second is all we receive and we have no clue To… What, or why, or even think of when. We are, we were or what is meant By the cycles of the universe in motion That spins on the extreme of all emotion. The crossroads are visible again on my long journey No longer are they a mirage in the desert but continually Are the reality of our paradigm that shifts dimensions Anytime we are not focused on our own destruction~ May Peace and Serenity Finally Prevail. ************************************************************** WORD COUNT: 546
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