Poetry & Prose
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The Call of Perdition
Vestal visions pass not here.
Seraphim bare not their sword.
Hallowed trinkets give no heed.
Faithful prayer dies to accord.
Misted moon casts deepened shadows
from its lofty chariot's course,
Clouds of shame hide from its face
death and deed of hell's remorse.
Sea of torment, grave of guile,
Home of that which torments Earth.
Well 'tis known for sins own baring,
yet, seduces souls from birth.
Cherished child, loved and succored
by the heavenly God of all,
in the lure of midnight hours
deftly seeks the tempter's call.
Natural man steps to the edge,
bidding entrance to intrigue.
Lap of pleasure, wash of joy,
quickly bids inherent greed.
Elements of primal impulse
capture body, mind and soul.
Claiming hold another victim
to perdition's dark control.
Mary
Come, my heart, be of comfort
As I recollect the gift,
of the trueness to life's purpose
given on that special day.
Heed ungiven to the glory
midst the lowly bramble trodden,
beast and love of God's own hand
brush the moment of new life.
Cry of birth and spirit's reverence
lowly hollow did receive.
I held your tiny trembling body
awed by heaven's blessed boy.
With no cloud to crown your head
nor breeze to wrap around your brow,
those little eyes of innocence
called my spirit to rejoice.
On this day I celebrate
the memory of that blessed day,
and though my arms hold you no more,
one day the rapture will return.
Homeless
Night winds bid mine eyes draw close.
Wintry symbols dash my brow.
Frigid memories litter thoughts.
Future sees only but dire.
I wrap mine arms around her bod,
offering but little aid.
Any portion of my soul
willing for to ease her pain.
Tiny arms cling tight to me,
trust, belief and adore giving.
Innocent of life's true lot,
I hear her whisper, "I love you."
Through icy breeze and meager cloth,
I hold her tighter to my heart
and pray a selfish plea of hope,
let not her hunger leave me lone.
Death of Vows
Driftwood kisses sand of stone
surrounding paces of my feet.
Amid the shoal and marine homage,
day of treason be complete.
I hinder not my oblique course,
the way is deftly calling me.
My steps grow heavy mid the swallow,
stifled by sands of reprieve.
You need not hold the truth from me.
My mind recalls in detail seen.
Promises of honor given
died that moment of deceit.
The breadth grows deeper, giving way.
My body shudders at the thought.
Footing falters under pressure,
bed of river torrent wrought.
Tis better not to view deception.
Eyes of lies cause bitter pain.
If your love's not purely given,
heart cease beating vow's refrain.
Left Behind
Amid the dark and torrent path,
I follow blindly, seeking thee.
A lure of comfort, scent of love,
keeps me close within thy wake.
A crystal vision to my soul,
thy spirit calls my aching heart.
As I near thy presence reverenced,
gilded promises doeth flee.
Loss of nature, empty body,
free of that which holds me bound,
I cast aside inherent treasures
eager for to see thy face.
Guarding angels hide thy sight.
Wings of cherubim lie still.
Veil be parted from mine eyes,
for my love has beckoned me.
Tender kisses, warm embrace.
Touch me with thy blessed deeds.
Quell my cares with raptus offer
of eternal unity.