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EXCITING

This life has been a mixture of
Deep rooted hate, entangled love,
A withered hand, a wrinkled glove,
But yet, somehow, exciting.

A streak of vanity and pride
That I have fought to cast aside
That my life may be well applied,
And even more exciting.

The tears I've shed for sorrow sake
Throughout my life could fill a lake,
But also tears of joy I'd make,
Because life was exciting.

Aware that it may not please God
When I think not before I trod,
And surely that does help to prod,
And make life more exciting.

I've built with no foundation laid
And paid the price for error made,
But God my execution stayed.
How thankful, and exciting.

A constant war to overcome
And rise above the filth and scum,
That I might help the lives of some
And make them more exciting.

I know not what's in store for me,
How I will spend eternity,
But this I know, it's sure to be
Abundant, and exciting.

Tips for the searchers.

Who can say. that the color
Green is not smiling behind a
World unseen?

Who could be responsible for burning
The last page of poetry so that every
Tear is denied?

Will a dying earth ever be granted
A new breath in the eternal realms?

Will the lion never again receive
The praise of his power?

What would life be if no one knew
About it?

If there were no eyes to behold the
Horse in the beauty of his stride
Could we say that all that can be
Called beauty vanishes into the
Eternal night?

What are emotions, minds, and desires
If life is nothing more than mathematical
Chance..a cosmic trick of the 'god's..?

Who can say?

An inquiring mind might consider such
Things

Perhaps a fool is eating hell for
Breakfast

Someone has to die..or so they say

But some one must live to tell the
Tale

I'll be quiet now and go my way

I'm painting a picture of a
Mountain and I feel great joy
In doing such a thing

Tommorrow, I might bring you
Roses

But tonight, I ponder many things

What will we do when the clock
Strikes twelve?

Who cay say?

A stone wall weathers with age
My number becomes more feint
A beginning more distant away
What makes a spirit finally rest
Still dressed in its Sunday best
See how time wears us down
So when a leaf falls to the ground
Slowly becoming dust turning brown
Perhaps erased by the sands of time
Endlessly shaping the ground
Just biding my time I guess
I think I’ll just hang around
Run a little while longer if I can
Separating who knows what from where
No hurry to be already gone

Now touching on this isolation writing
I touch it now I am the daylight fighting.

This winter's day of clouds grey overcast
To wait a week or two just to outlast.

I've found something that I could not say
Favor romance on a dismal day.

Something in my heart becomes uncertain
I wish that I could be a better person.

I think of my soul and its incarnations
I think of drugs debasing kids and nations.

I think about my lost Arcadian dream -
My consciousness just currents down a stream.

I wish that I could find my better half
In this waiting game that is my life.




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Let Me Play >
In Your Garden
Where The Warm Lily Grows
Swollen In Time
Up Through The Moist Grass
Wet With Dew

DRAGON'S DOMAIN
Into the Dragon's domain
Did I and my loved ones
Stray one day
A foul beast it was
All fire and appetite
And an all-seeing eye
It marked my loved ones
One by one
Then consume them in its
Mouth of fire and abomination
Only I did survive intact
To tell the tale of that day
A tale that no one can believe
Or dares to believe is true
Better to mark a man like Cain
And the blame on him to place
One day I will return
To the Dragons lair
To face it once again
Like Beowulf resurrected
My axe and sword in my hands
As I face the beast anew
In the death fight that
Will take place that day
With my final strength
With my final strength
I will plunge my sword into
That fiery evil eye
And the Dragon will scream its last
As the filth of its life
Pools around my feet
And it shrivels and dies
No more friends and lovers to consume
Redemption for my imagined wrongs
And a tribute to Saint George

THE GREAT ETHEREAL CONVERSATION


In the mirror world of sleep
Lies the realm of our dreams
The ethereal world
That never sleeps

And there
Everyone talks
A million different people
And all your friend
A n endless conversation
Love
Compassion
And understanding

Always someone there
And never ignorance
Old faces
New faces
No need to fear
Or hurt
Everyone open
And mean what they say
Not just after your money
And an easy lay

No need to hide
Or build a wall
behind the veil
In the world of sleep
More alluring than
It's physical reflection
Then the dreams want you
More than the world
So begins the endless dream

Like an arrow from a bow,
our spirits split the skies above..

Dare we look back?
Freed from the superficial and the mundane,
We do not.

Are you with me my love?
Yes...you are.
I taste your kiss on my tongue.

The Moon dances on the puddles from
The evening rains..

Soon the pond will come alive and mete out rythyms
to complement her reflections on the water.

No longer alone...
You reach for my hand,
as I reach for yours...

Our shadows lose us in the night...
Perhaps some to tarry along.

The Moon Light lending the evening no promises ....
as the darkness give way to her resplendent Light.

We walk in step ...sometimes out.
But we walk together,
knowing we will never forsake one another to the chase.

Gregory Sexton

When you were born you were never handed
The mysterious equations of life..

In your cradle you merely cried for your
Mothers milk and the bright shiney toys
That dangled above your crib

Your world was nothing more than a Pristine universe filled with playgrounds,

Mud puddles, and swinging off the old tire
That swung you into the local pond

The thrill of reeling in that first Catfish, and your freckled faced Sweetheart from the forth grade was your

Souls joy with bull frogs and crickets
Making song in your hidden cove

Truth for you was the song of creation
Pressing upon your tender mind and as you
Covered your head in that warm blanket at
Night only the smell of autumn leaves drifted you to sleep

But as the years rolled on bookbags and
School buses transported you to an outside
World

A world beyond bull frogs and splashing
Toes in the pond

A world insensitive to a mothers touch, And to bedtime stories on Christmas eve

The restlessness of the world of people
With all it's confusion and doubt

What to you was the the obvious logic
Of the love of life was called into reason
By minds who saw little or nothing in the
Slimplicity of innocence

Few wise men as it were, pay
Much heed to the humbling truths
From the mouths of babes

The cold calulations of
Arrogant teachers would surely
Test the veracity of your humble
Emotions

The beauty of all your
Golden sunsets, the smile
Of a freckled faced girl has
Been thoughly tested in a solution
In your science lab, and your childhood
Asumptions have been found wanting

But your heart would not relent
The star of your hope still burns
Within your soul

Dusty old philosophers books, and
Faithless disciples of doom could
Never match the wisdom of bull frogs
And hidden lakes filled with catfish
And the freckled faced smile of that
Forth grade sweetheart..

They can never follow your star which is
The light of your life.
Cafe