To Chance and Dance

The world sometimes is too sharply defined, too dogmatically refined

While people are often far too entrenched, thirst for power unquenched

Sometimes the church bell tolls for the death of a soul while digging the hole

And oftentimes the dirge is played for the living, far too unforgiving

While other play freely in liberty, never minding those in self-captivity

For we are always free to chance, to gayly prance, to wildly dance

Without apologies or remorse to the entrenched for our chosen course

Roll the Dice with Layers of Prayer

Happily taking chance and the Table of Life,

Be nice, throw the dice;

Spinning the wheel to reveal Fortune’s hand

O’er wandering band, flowing time’s sand;

Never stopping, always hopping,

Hoping against all hope, stroking sensitive ego,

Refusing to let go, roll the dice one more time,

But this time pray the Lord save the day

Rescue from dismay, this life made of clay;

Amen and Amen.

Travel, Relax, Rebirth

Travel, relax, unravel and heal such deep wounds you should be dead

Begin again, even in pain, take the first step, and circumvent Hell’s web

Speed through countries and continents, now cognizant and confident

For this is your time to shine, soul design, goldmine of the spirit, fine wine

Stay close to the shoreline, refine your heart, make yourself the better part

Unravel and heal in eternal travel, deepest wounds fading without evading

End of the journey just the beginning, now worthy, no longer pinning

Life infused everlastingly, without vanity, changing drastically . . . for good

Sweet Sole Spirit of Life

Move so gently ore the deep in soul depth of my keep

An unilluminated world waiting for your bright light

Streaming thru opened floodgate of innate radiance

To belong wholly to you as new creation in formation

Neath your ethereal wings bringing life to lifelessness

To ever abide in your shadow as one suppliant bride

So compliant, never defiant, always reliant upon you

Sweet sole Spirit of Life

Elysium

So far away, Elysium, where day never ends and the cabernet freely flows,

Receive me in your blessed abode, leave me not alone, deceive me no more,

For I was born for your shores, sworn for your stores of golden grain evermore,

Will you take me in to begin again, new life in perfection without soul defection,

Hope everlasting, never asking for peace, for war to cease, nothing to increase,

Never alone, always shone great wonders untold, spirit so bold, lover to hold,

Now so close, Elysium, in never-ending beginning, singing with angels winging

Elysium

Crossing Over

In this life now meandering through thickets over rough roads in unlit lands,

Wandering into abodes of wonder, lonely cut asunder from you, dull aching heart,

But there is an ethereal bridge forged of heaven’s gold, nearly immaterial,

To cross over in space and time to eternity to find you, lovely fulfilling counterpart

. . . crossing over and over and over again . . .

Eye of Heaven So Silently Watching

Seeing from scenes of cosmic beauty eerily watching with heavenly eye,
So silently a climate of violence upon earthen home of broken humanity,
Never to blink or shrink from apprehension of the profusion of deviltry,
So devilishly clothed in self-righteous hypocrisy crowning all authority,
Yet you, divine beholder, my heart knows so very well with sign of love,
And from above in celestial abode you reach down and within my soul,
And catch me evermore to press me close, to draw me within to breathe,
To inhale your breath of life to live and to finally believe death has died,
And to lie in your bosom as you yet watch creation’s story coldly unfold,
While you hold your lovers wrapped up in golden sunlight forevermore,
As so many tragic scenes unfold beneath your ever-open all-seeing eye

Good to be Me

⊕  Septanelle Saturday  ⊕


 

Good to be me

Upon the rolling waves

Of this sea of life by divine decree

With much to save

Till I come home at last

Leaving behind me the withering past

All to be free

 


Note: The Septanelle is a verse form in seven lines with a syllable count of 4, 6, 10, 4, 6, 10, 4 and a rhyme scheme of a b a b c c a.  

Sailing Into the Sun

Wordflair Wednesday

Broken . . .
Upon the hardest rocks of painful reality
While this ship sails into the setting sun
To an abandoned land none should see
With only empty tales told one by one
To an audience captured in melancholy
But this will not be our death knell folly

Hopeful . . .
In westward sailing despite all danger
While we sing through bitterest tears
Soothing our souls against rising anger
While releasing all of our bygone years
Tho’ darkness clothes us at holy Diwali
But this will not be our death knell folly

Living . . .
In a state of specially undeserved grace
When now all this points heavenward
So within the moonlight we see our face
Hearing angel songs we’ve never heard
Tho’ the life of our life be ever so faulty
But this will not be our death knell folly

 


Note: The Wordflair consists of six lines per stanza. Line1 is only one single word used to convey mood and theme. Line 1, 2, 3, 4 follow a rhyming scheme of abab, while lines 5 and 6 form a rhyming couplet of cC. Finally, line six of the first stanza is repeated in the last line of following stanzas.

My Own Path

When I was a child so wild and free to be most wholly and totally me

You came to see what I might be on this voyage upon this sea of life

And then you issued a decree of clemency for my ongoing pilgrimage 

But I was left bereft of soul salvation that I would seek meek and mild

As your child very wild and free to be whatever I really wanted to be

And so this is the course I struck ~ my own path to climb the mountain

To drink from your fountain of youth and never again to die to life….