FROM THE DEAD..............A BEGINNING

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within rapture's own peril

brazenly indulge the form

best suited to rescue the'

nostalgia

a king on a different kind of string

'tis the reason to pout for love

for courage is the every day greatness

attained from the battlegrounds we defend

as daring as DAVID

the soul swan dives higher and still higher

dancing behind the overlapping drama

never bowing to the aching silence

always against the day

myth maps roads of such believable fiction

mixing cocktails of inspiration with

secrets beyond the grave

all which lay in lofty cathedrals beneath the green

when one thinks about such vaulted rooms

of one's own taking

a temple of such tall promise

awaits all of us in some pre set coded sequence

as clueless as we are

remember to ask

just who masks our glory

upon this conflicted parched plain

and to what supreme purpose is this done

for in a Shakespearian leap of faith

we invariably rise above

such unstable circumstance and station

that of which too often so crudely proclaims

we are beast filled sinners of no nation

that is merely each the religion's mouth piece

jockying for each their own tentative position

for GOD in whatever form he chooses to take

holds his hand out

for each of us to accept or not to accept

in this matter always

free will reigns supreme................

(written Dec 11, 2006 7pm)




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