Upon the loom, I see
Nothing less, in begotten sight
In the midst of wonder
On the cold of night
Spreads anguish yet gratitude in light
"I beseech thee" One must say
To indulge prosperity for all their days
Wasting and chastising one way
While praying, "may it always be the same"
Forever, "Amen"
Spite those who oppose us
Relinquish all who scoff
Aloft, may it be?
In all faith, shall it once again appear
Opposed from its origins, indeed falls at embrace
As willows ruffle against the wind
May my heart forever be grounded
I weep, yet what is to reveal my sorrow
But convoluted words upon a sheet of paper
That, when damp becomes streaks of nothing
Must I be so naive
To be led by a fleeting hope
To ever dream
Promised fibs for fibs and given an excuse
Who is it that must bare suffrage?
For every hour feels like days of wholesome pain
Sorrow that replenishes the faint memories
In the days of content; though lived for long
Only feels but seconds of it's nurturing care
Gone without hint, trackless amongst the hours
Under the Starlight, gazes tears jaded of reckage
Pampered by emptiness, told to hide
"Reveal to no one what ails the soul"
But forget not what they have done so long ago
Behold, foretold within timeless affairs
What may conflict the heart of man?
But the travesty that bestows upon him, regret
Less one be of calm waters
May they rest, unshaken
And walk, unscathed
When may ceaseless question become an answer
Cowarding to shadows of the past
As my heart receives just a bit more
With each being wrenching and difficult to bare
Thus questioning again, "is this well deserved?"
Bound by shambles I am left powerless
To fear for all that may come about my end
To witness all that lays before me
A mirror, to reflect one I've never seen
Wanting only one, given everything else
They fail to witness my will
For I desire the art of giving
And to be one to give in your gain
Who's binding may come to occurrence
The giver, the receiver, and the one who shames
Who may I point my finger toward
Other than the man I see in the ripples
That move alike the order of purpose
Representing what may be so and what may not
For all things are for one another and oppose not
A single petal is seen with the flower it resides
So does the man that shows forth colors
In which paints not only ones ways
But presents to all who fall victim to its stature
Thus creating a garden of roses
Spare the child, a heart for freedom
For who may cage a bird to never fly
Despite the cost to have in greed
The will to adhere to right may prevail
If one forsakes his own way
Look upon the troubled ones
Let your eyes see more than view
To capture, to understand what is now
To mend and find that it will always be
Hopefully, persistently, consistently, the same
Can one feel livelihood, in a cage
May a bird fly without freedom
Knowing it's days of despare are few
Knowing only captivity
But awaits the light of morning
Let it all be known
That what will soon see light once more
Will sprout wings again
Looking back no longer
To be forever, free
Against the wind
Tearless, to forget sorrow
Stranger of heartache
And oppose divinity
Upon the loom...
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The New Dawn
PoetryWhere growth is eminate and strongly persued, the time reflected to effortlessly progress is through the grace and well felt peace within. As a new dawn is given birth, we too rise again
