Poetry Accident

Silence Asks

Silence asks far too much when replies are not enough to fill a void defined by thoughts their absences marking what’s been lost

a hush resounds at the start remains as a fixture as sound departs the in-between is tranquility storms evoked by stability

creating vistas none may touch stacked upon valley’s peaks ephemeral in time’s restraint only asking for their due weight

the poets seek to explain theories found in their refrains repeating silence once again what came before the age of men.

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Compassion Will Survive

Consider one of the three the first being sanity weaving a fabric that will hold when all else has lost control

the second claws back what’s lost influence demands a cost to wins will create a foe the throng of those opposed

conflict asks for the last kindness that should surpass the coldness that came before and the darkness of the deposed

in the wreckage of the mind control now left behind only compassion will survive where others cannot abide.

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Set a Sentence

If the future was more kind without misfortune few deny perhaps the fear would be removed from procreation of blessed broods

the call to family some resist is the outcome of that persists when grandparents have condemned the world resulting from their sins

inheritance should be boon instead the cliff clearly looms the edge within sight of all only dooms the tender ones

the elders who will fall away are the ones that had betrayed now future parents hesitate to set a sentence of doomed fate.

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Beyond the Dance

Seek a life beyond the dance that span of staid circumstance those tunes clinging to the past embracing moves now long lapsed

classics are spun once again look beyond that tired domain cantos to tradition’s rut now a dirge too many trust

ten thousand steps in unison once thought to be jubilant now a procession without end for the march of the condemned

the dance may still exist harmony instead of the old dread if vitality seeks its own song before the sounding of life's gong.

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Tradition Tossed

Where chains of rules are applied to the limbs of the enslaved suffering becomes a normative thought to be superlative

desired above all other joys the best is based on woe darkness affirmed as light the gloom becomes delight

this illusion cast by saints look to the imps that relate their glee is proof enough that few dare call the bluff

rattle the manacles to proclaim none should live as a slave bound to rules not their own tradition tossed of as a yoke.

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Dreamt Proxies

The dreams allow for a dance while in waking life here is no chance desire asks for this exchange when connection is estranged

arm in arm in fantasy paling against reality this is the best that life permits when distance is normality

the desire to at last connect bleeding over to vision’s quest behind closed lids the dance goes on absent venues of self’s choice

those relations pursued first hand have been replaced by revenants sad whispers of what should be six feet asking for dreamt proxies.

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