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A Committal

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With mortal wonder, do I bear breath,
and hold consort to kings in my mind;
that with the swell of constant vagary
do I become needed, and serve purpose
for her solemn want, as yet in tenured;
she draws from my sheath this urgency,
her claim upon my desirous fortitude,
such amorous need of her many frailties;
with my chivalrous deed at her command,
that she has but to offer, and I acquiesce,
for what right have I to cause her restrain;
she is mere mortal, to that, have I alluded,
yet, no more so vulnerable than my heart;
it is in this life, confined and earthbound,
that I give unto her my undying devotion,
and in my staid, unwavering, shall I remain;
this is the course of our kinship, our love,
not as wedded bound honors may apply,
but in the strength of her hand in mine,
and in the wealth of her gaze, lit by stars.

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Posted by on September 30, 2015 in My Poetry

 

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A Precursor To Breathing


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Inches from her lips, I breathed,
as if taking but my first breath,
inhaling her breath with mine;
drawn in to her scope of gaze,
I traced her lips with my eyes,
and then, we fell into caress;
her lips, the subject of roses,
play as rain among the clouds;
so wild was I in my abandon,
her breath had cooled upon me,
searching for breath of my own;
in her vast and faraway eyes,
a wandering of her heart’s rest,
now at ease with her arousal;
there, between her flushed lips
and the seething of her breast,
found I the flame of this kiss;
she wrought fire to my breath,
and called my name with hers;
such was her carnal prowess
eschewed to bear and endure
her and my ultimate surrender.

 
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Posted by on September 30, 2015 in My Poetry

 

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What Gods Are We

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What magical wonders have we,
to live on this miraculous earth;
what brave and wondrous souls
have we to bare for endless sky;
how can we breathe any moment,
and not be awed by each breath;
to live as mortals, undenied to all,
yet quake the earth in our means;
we are the stars, we are the cosmos,
we are the privileged few of time,
countless numbered throng of life;
in ceaseless array, we are the music,
earth replies in sun drenched song;
what gods are we to brave this life,
and ne’er cease our constant ardor.

 
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Posted by on September 22, 2015 in My Poetry

 

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In Want Of Your Unveil

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Among the withered roses,
I find you there, wanting,
sweltered in troubled mist,
and closed within yourself;
let my hand touch soft now
at the shroud of your heart,
where I uncloak gilded flesh;
and in your unveiling then,
become the shroud you wear
within vulnerable breast,
replacing the shorn remorse,
and, with your acquiescence,
conform to your wanton heart.

 
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Posted by on September 22, 2015 in My Poetry

 

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A Brief Sojourn

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And I, mere mortal,
have passed this way,
having travelled far,
and come full circle,
now returning home,
where sojourn began.

But, this path is new,
’tis unfamiliar as yet,
I have left nary a trace
of either step or mind,
having no such memory,
nor recall of wandering.

 
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Posted by on September 20, 2015 in My Poetry

 

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Petrichor

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Petrichor, the air I breathe,
scent of earth after a rain;
this fragrance of swallow,
to release each breath,
and taste the flesh of air.

Awash in solemn breeze,
this air of virgin earth;
sentient wind of my alive,
that every breath be reborn
as my morals of existence.

Virgin core of ethereal plain,
the air about me, my solace;
to the horizon, ceaseless sky,
I give my life in its urgency
to fellate the breath of rain.

 
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Posted by on September 18, 2015 in My Poetry

 

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Therefore, I Am

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Neither am I woeful
nor fatigued of mind,
to have dwelt so long
in this tenured array
which flesh is heir to;
either then with folly
or with countenance,
a life lived, as I have,
can only be redeemed
as it has been so made;
no barriers have stood
where reach had sought,
and, with further grasp,
some progress was held,
’til, in repose, now staid;
had I the wherewithal
as a man of better means,
perhaps, in my conscience,
all intellectual measures,
as of profitable notions,
might have been realized,
not resigned to memory,
simply to be forgotten.

 
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Posted by on September 16, 2015 in My Poetry

 

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