Allegory Poems (898)

Legend has it that in the back hills of a Virginia
county an eerily strange and beautiful black
rose grew amongst jagged rocks..
Further, it never grew in the same area twice yet
always concealed itself within the confines of
rocky terrain
The old timers would rock in their chairs of the
local country store and regale tales of a diamond
this strange rose would produce and whoever was
lucky enough to spot this rose would be privy to
the lustrous dimond nestled within its majestic
petals
It was a glorious campfire tale and the subject of
much poetry and native art
But there is much more to this story than a rare
flower yielding a precious gem
Mike Stone, a grocery store clerk always knew more
than he let on about the legendary rose claimed
some locals
Stones grandfather, a fur trapper, had claimed to be
in possession of the coveted diamond yielded by
the black rose but mysteriously dissappeared several
weeks later
The local law enforcement sent officers along
with the best bloodhounds in the county to scourer the
woods for Stones grandfather..Neither the officers nor
the bloodhounds were ever seen again..so they say
This only intensified the mystery of the Diamond Rose
The locals trudged through the hills in droves thinking
that the possession of this strange diamond would
yield them great riches
Newspaper articles and bar room fights only fueled
the frenzy
Suspicions as to who might be in possession of one
of these diamonds led to town riots with mobs carrying
torches and axes
Suddenly it dawned on the townsmen that Mike Stone
the local store clerk must have the true inside information
'Even his wife, shouted one of the mob sported a diamond
far to expensive for a local town girl '
'What store clerk could afford a diamond that big?
The mob surrounded Stones house with shotguns
and rocks demanding he come out and show them
the diamond
A trigger happy mobster shot Stones barking dog
and a torch was throw through a window burning
Stones house to the ground
When Stone refused to yield the diamond the mob
opened fire and along with his dog, Stone and his
wife lay dead in the dirt..
Weeks later the so-called mysterious Diamond Rose
was not so mysterious after all
Turns out that a delivery boy was taking artificial roses
that had plastic look alike diamonds pinned to their
pedals to be distributed as christmas gifts to the next
towns hospital
Several boxes had torn in his short cut through the
woods and the black fake roses were strewn throughout
the woods
The mystery was revealed
The townsmen had not been enriched by the fantasy of
some other worldly diamond promising untold riches
But by a death blacker that the Diamond Rose
A death called... gossip.

The lion awakes with no
regrets of yesterday
The man awakes fretting
the events of the past
The lion is pure in primal
instinct
The man is double-minded
in his nature
The lion stands face to face
and will not flinch
The man blinks twice
The lion considers not
the odds against him
The man weighs the price
The lion will not be shamed
The man is consumed
with guilt
The lion is at home in the
valley of death
The man has no certain
dwelling
The lion eats fear for breakfast
Fear eats man alive
Welcome to the jungle.

Lonely


Being lonely
you'll learn to love yourself
truly

Being friends with yourself
is the best relationship
you'll ever had

If you want
to know more about yourself
BE A LONER

And you will understand
yourself fully

Cloaked in a mystery
A fascinating paradox
Reflections unorthodox
Spoken like a riddle
Meeting in the middle
Departing from the norm
Like an abstract art form
Softly hushed rarity
A welcoming oddity
Possessing genteel quality
Of an interesting anomaly
A most unusual quandary
Contemplating existence
Indefinitely like an eon
Acceptable and logical
As the “theory of relativity”
Fires of scientific creativity
Ordered and chronological
Propositions not yet known
From a Prince upon a throne
Investigated it may prove
Well founded and true
Conclusively accrued
Immeasurable in depth
Expansive in breadth
Without further adieu
Bring me secrets true
Enigma, you are mystery
Open up and teach me

Chromium crystals contain crystalline cracks...
Clusters catastrophically clear...
Cold cirrus clouds chosen constantly crashing...
Creating constant collapse...


Centuries closely changing correlation...
Contractions cannot control...
Celestial children certainly cute cause containment...
Chromosomes clean colored chrome....

Traced through intentions
This unmet day promises
No less than the crest arrived on
No more than sidewalk chalk

You are not what you are
What am I?
I am a mirror
You can see yourself there
For some wild, cannot control you,
So you are wild
Cannot make you do what they want,
So you are wild.
For some you are not a human
They are not so you aren’t also
For some you are not a woman
You don’t react or act as they expect
So you are not a woman.
For some you are an artist
For some …
I am just ME
a MIRROR
What you are see in me.
What you sow that’s what you get out of me.

i feel myself like a bird in the sky looking for some happines in the sky i not look behind me but fly so fast like you can then you are free fly my bird

Whose tracks running straight and true
Pass the edge of town we only knew
Taking us away from each other
Over new horizons to discover

Last time the old whistle blew
A familiar sound we all knew
Echoing down the valley run
A final journey has begun

The ancient river changing course
Down the mountain from its source
Meandering slowly back and forth
From the headwaters further north

A boundary between good and bad
As distinct as happy and sad
Two halves that look the same
Contested in a mournful game

I stopped taking
And you know why
One time I captured the nature,
The sun, the trees, the water
Me.
Now just you my gift
I wanted to stop the time or
Stop you to capture those times
I never draw,
I take the core of a word
Capturing that way
Capturing strength, obstacles
That’s the way I draw pictures
Sometimes mine, many times someone else’s
I am sorry I cannot reply to you as you call me a friend
Capturing moments takes a second always remembered in colors
But I cannot capture that one now
I cannot take any more grief, problems
The one aware of it self solves them step by step
Take you time, give time to time
These pictures of mine sometimes ...
I am feed up
And I stop
I need to see, I want to see fresh picture,
Full of life, mature in side, ready for happiness
Never maybe, maybe is a lie, a trap
Never take maybe in life
Knowing what you want is the only way
To cut off everything that wants to make obstacles
Cut to the core
What BOTHERS you is not good for you
What interferes is not good for you
Pictures of mine
Let it be LIGHT, JOY AND HAPPINESS.
ALL IS IN THE MIND.