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)