A Call To Champions
Particular Moments
More Stars than There are
Tag: strength
April 5, 2021
YOUR PASSIVE EXISTENCE
February 9, 2021
Must We?
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May 19, 2019
getting even with madness
shadows crawling, sins go on repeating
as you scantily prop your back,
fighting cross-generational
demons.
years without Transcendence
or pure self destruction,
cut out from the fast and easy
perishing---
do you find yourself now
so needlessly harsh,
morbidly crass;
so stubbornly brash?
would opening your skull,
and peeking in to
snap these tense cords
bring you final release?
mute screams, muffled
between inner ears
reverberate and
seep---
until we are nothing
but knots over knots:
finding ourselves
in a messy string.
But hey now---
hey now, hey now:
If we are so Lucky
as to
Carry On Living...
Remember,
Grit your teeth!
trace the harder
route to Release---
Follow the timeless Patrons
of Form and Patience,
And all the while,
.
.
.
Rage.
Plan with fervor;
Desist; Trample if you must---
but Do---
not try but do,
Toss
until chaos
becomes Peace.
March 26, 2019
4 A.M.
Early dawn birds remain unawakened;
night-prawl creatures resigned to slumber—
your Eyes are afraid
to shut themselves,
Lest you cease to
Stay Alive.
it certainly isn’t true, but
it’s nice to pinch ourselves
a little harder now and then,
and to Imagine
all of One’s Life glorified
in a single,
Victorious Instant.
August 21, 2018
Beauty Remains
Chestnut eyes
Glistening like rich amber,
Kissed by the Sun.
Scintillating a luster
so provocative
yet Ancient,
Irresistible is one
to be Entirely pulled
down the Timeless Stream
of Ancestral tales,
Now
All Condensed into
A Pair of Irises,
Shining translucently
In bottomless
Mink—
Such is
Their deeply settled and
Undiluted shade,
That in its Resolve,
Rose a Piercing
Sheen, prudently gazing
Upon the Millennia
In thousands Hitherto,
Or ever after.
Is This
The only Beauty
Tragedy is ill-fitted
to bury
Six-feet-under?
June 15, 2017
Trials in A Hot Spell
Bolts of Lightning,
In shivering thuds
So tumultuous,
Violently
Shook the roof above—
Ceilings once
so sure and secure,
Now rendered ragged,
powerless and brittle.
your small world
Disturbed;
Darkness seized, and
False Light interrupted.
A Calling
So clear—
For reevaluation;
to break away from
self-afflicting routines,
Yet the mind,
feeble and deprived of
Purpose,
Slacks,
Missing
Old Sins—
Once the rain
Subsides, along will fade
Memories of
this most Intimate
and Loud
Reminder…
But Resist
We must,
Goodness and Love
take Discipline,
We Must refrain,
Hold ourselves
From the perpetual
Hollows.
Write it all down!
So that after
this gentle humidity
recedes,
The Will
Remembers
to Fight,
to Learn,
to Crawl,
and to eventually Walk
Under the boiling Sun.
Standing Upright,
We each create
Testaments of true Heart
and Devotion—
Who shall survive
Past our time
In the blistering trials of
Hot Spells.
May 20, 2017
Compassion Only
“A heart does not break; it goes on beating.”Â
—Dr. Joe Gallenberger.
February 20, 2017
The Small Things
“Be faithful in the small things, because it is in them that your strength lies.”
–Saint Teresa.
November 17, 2016
A Gleam at Midnight
” Love has made you Weak!”
.
 “No, Love made me Strong.”
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