Rather old rhoems.
Threads
Sunglass sheen removed the blinding glare
For eyes that looked for destiny's repair
The blinding love of all humanity
And love for one beyond eternity
One thread is spun in throes of celebration
Purest form of highest borne elation
That thread runs through from here unto the end
'Tis spun from lifetimes' meaning to ascend
Witness to the will could not contend
That thread of love, life's witness to attend
Clarifying vista's candor drew
Potential future etched into the view
The weather has destroyed the current form
But keel beneath has righted ship in storm
All the jumbled words were spun to thread
The silences became a voice instead
Some threads lead back into the distant past
Frayed and ragged threads ancestors cast
That muddled thread is tied into a knot
Producing all delusions and the rot
Threads of our unreason, constant flapping in the breeze
The long conditioned thought that these were mankind's legacies
Acceptance of the ragged threads' distortions must elapse
The glare is now removed and all the banes of life collapse
The sanity of man, the ruling thread within the weave
Remains no longer casualty that mankind must aggrieve
The fire along the spine that speaks of sanity's decree
Unites the couple in the tangled lovers' hearts' esprit
Naïveté, disparaged thread, no longer frayed away
The fire along the spine precedes the coming of new day
Unreason's house is burning, ash of all calamity
New vision spun in thread conveys life's high intensity
The woven threads of poems linked in vast complexity
The Tapestry of living in reduced perplexity
And, now, the final thread within the weave
Is clear, so all the nonsense now can leave
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Cause and effect
We rule by attacking effects of our bane
Rather than ending the cause of our pain
Bewildered by nonsense, unreason obscures
The source of all trouble that mankind endures
Misogyny, lies, and the violence at home
Come from one source, a beguiling syndrome
Sexism, racism, deceit, and all greed
All from one source, unfulfilled in one need
For men to rebalance the love of this life
Remove all the current beneath all the strife
Ruthless deceit resides close to the cause
All of those seemingly natural flaws
They clearly are not, for they have a root cause
Appearance of which, now, will give mankind pause
It's hard to explain and so hard to accept
For trained have we been to the secret we've kept
Cause, not effects, of the foment of man
Needs be addressed, not just mindlessly banned
We reach such a state that's without ruthlessness
By conditions which sanction; no longer duress
Effects that are foul drift away like the clouds
Revealing men's love that the bane of man shrouds
The blend
All the glory of the days
that I have never seen
Replacing all the endless frays
As wisdoms intervene
Smooth convergence, least resistance
A fountain plume of will's persistence
Exerts the soul upon existence
The path is opened for the Flow
The black of night turns into gold
Whispers through the winds of time
Passions glow
Spirits fold
And, whispers rhyme
The cheshire cat of smiles pervades
The spaces in between
As revel of the heart invades
Revealing rainbow's sheen
A wealth displayed at love's insistence
Perceived and, yet, remains a distance
Awaiting spinal fire's assistance
I hop a star, I'm off to send
No sense is there of where or when
A scintillation on a dime
Love I blend
In blazing zen
And, whispered rhyme
Try to picture a gender that has always been cut off from expressing its love, a gender that so aches to express its love in a Human manner and, yet, cannot do so in the most fundamental fashion possible. A gender that became convinced it couldn't love long, long ago. A gender in which each member has so suppressed, and otherwise disguised and distorted, its failure to express its love that it can't even determine if other members of the gender have the same problem.
Chain lightning
I wish to wake up to a world that knows of sanity
A world in which mankind will know of its humanity
It streaks across the Earth to leave its brand
Chain lightning firing sparks across the land
I have no need to watch the spinal fire
Rescind humanity from state so dire
I'd just as soon vacation in the void
Returning once the heart has been deployed
Unchained lightning
Winsome wildness in a woman hidden deep beneath
A subtle thing of lace and love that woman can bequeath
Chained below stability with needs so seldom met
A thunderbolt so rarely seen for balancing duet
Lost within the roaring tides since dawn of fire and heat
Await the unchained lightning for the balance to complete
Precarious Perch
Balanced on the razor's intuition
On one side, desire for my fruition
On the other side, mankind's ignition
An end to the belief in life's perdition
Within this life, no hope for my desire
To culminate the dream of spinal fire
How does one's balance bide while leaning to
The search for mankind's peace the only view
So, still one eye remains on either side
And, for another lifetime I abide
For my fruition's key always resides
In gentle hand of one with gentle tides
Reflecting all of mankind's disposition
Sharing sense of being is fruition
The danger is immersion in the pain
Of mankind's deep unreason and disdain
Difference in the razor's sharpened sides
One drowning in unreason that divides
The other is a wave of loving tides
Cognition of the sweet and gentle rides
Immersed in me is wonder for those tides
And, once again, this life, I make a pledge
To keep my balance on the razors' edge
Stay sacred
With benedictions of the summer's eves
And boon of roaring wind and swirling leaves
The grace of lightly falling flakes of snow
And blessings of the early blooms that grow
Stay sacred
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Rhoetry and symmetry
I've always used my rhoetry to winnow through the thoughts
A sieve is used, before the words, for angers and distraughts
Writing such would only bring to life, so to embrace
The damage done that never leaves when etched into the grace
The heart confused and feelings used by revel in the gloom
Would never find a home again in caring, love-filled room
Fired by books of poetry and kids upon a romp
Upon the burning ashes, so I finally did stomp
'Tis not a thing for delving now but, symmetry's complete
At the dawn, when line is drawn, the heart and anguish meet
Songs of life
10/22/2019
As I look across all time
This lifetime spent in thought and rhyme
Amazing as it seems
Between the toils of nonsense spent
Away from spoilage mankind lent
There always were the dreams
A sense, a need, a way to cope
A song of life, a note of hope
Resplendently, it gleams
Crescendoes grow within the song
A crest sustaining lifetime long
Awashing heart in streams
Of coolness of a springtime breeze
And colours of the autumn leaves
In sunlight's golden beams
I'll dream of it until the time
The way is lit in words of rhyme
Elucidation
It really helps the revel magnify
Extends the explanations to supply
The simplest of the notions to comply
To revel on the Earth and in the Sky
The thoughts of two begin to multiply
Elucidation from the couple's sigh
Mists
Beyond the vague concealing mists
Hidden by the tale of twists
Behind the veil of waterfall
Remains the clear and steady gaze
Unbent, at last, and standing tall
Fresh from charge of demon's raze
Shedding armour, once and for all
Undisguised, attractions fell
Finally, no tale to tell
Still, the urge to craft it bright
Replace the armour with the light
More enduring than the steel
Shattered stain glass, by the feel
Wrest the demons from your fate
Trample them, in light ablate
It's funny, that, the unwrit tale
The devastating one, I fail
The clatter of the armour as it falls
Sigh, within my hardened bones, it calls
Transcribing all the legends of the past
Still, one spell remains that has been cast
No desire to let the spell abate
I nurture it, the end result of fate
The Road
I traveled on a road unknown
Untrammeled by the feet of stone
The broken wit, the gait of past
That limits stride on road so vast
Are not the road on which I tread
No longer caught, no longer bled
Steps of confidence, my gait
Traipsing on to acclimate
To open fields of love and sanity
Amongst the likes of all Humanity
Left behind, the dregs of bygone days
The detritus of beast within the haze