Allegory Poems (898)

The tool is his hand a chance to extradite the creativity of his mind the apprentice the master proportion of the original copy of HIS < design free handedly with every stroke of the brush the colors blend and reflect with the light the feeling of completion work left undone skills pass down from father to son the artiest work is never done..

Back and forth here we go again with or against the wind spinning Through the cycle of live some will laugh some will cry some will live some will die some that sit and wonder why back and forth again wasted time greedy lies spinning work ethics of a cyst pool of sin set to repeat it self back and forth over and over again.

what do you think you know maybe it's the essentails of the worlds views he said it so it must be so well how do you fix NOT FINISHED GOD HELP ME I SCREW THIS ONE UP HAHAHA

I notice that my heart is always working,
And I notice all kinds of things reside in my heart,
Sometimes hard things, sometimes easy things,
Sometimes sorrow, sometimes joy,
Sometimes apathy, sometimes great zeal and passion,
Sometimes my heart is at war, sometimes my heart is at peace,
Sometimes I notice love, sometimes I notice hate…

Within me reside all kinds of things,
The love a father has for his children/grandchildren,
The love for a soul-mate,
The love for my fellow human beings,
The love for a sea-gull,
The love for a pet,
The love for a wild, roaring ocean,
The love for beauty in all its infinite forms…

But, also within me, sometimes hard things reside,
Impatience, anger, resentment, fear, judgment, despair, melancholy, lack, pettiness, and wanting…,
Wanting to be somewhere else,
Wanting something to stop,
Wanting something to improve,
Wanting, wanting, wanting…

Also within me I sometimes detect a searching,
A long, deep restless searching for the answer to it all,
A searching for the Infinite,
A longing to be one with it from now on and forevermore,
I touch on it here and there,
But, mostly it is ever so elusive,
Ever so just out of reach, much like the haunting image of a paradise-like mirage you wish you could blend with and never be without again…

For now, though, I keep walking to my destination,
What it is, ‘I wot not’,
But, one day, I may get to the stage where the Divine consciously breathes through me 24/7..., aaahhh, what bliss that would be...

Sky lightening up
flares and flashes
arching high above

Pretty sparklers in
kids gloved hands
waving circling

Loud bangs from rockets
as they explode showering
multi bands of colour

Catherine wheels
spinning round
a visual delight

Guy on top of bonfire
soon is well ablaze
warming cold hands

Display now done
kids head for bed
to dream of it again

Crazy it seams to me no feeling behind it i mean typing your life a way is your duty to day am i at liberty to say the thoughts and secrets words of power ticking a way the slowing of time a sentence here a sentence there does any one care the smart phone home alone mack and crome apple 2 and apple blue o so meny to chose maybe i should have bought some shoes now iv'e got the video blues and cards are are full and chips are down and my audio sound is fast asleep back tomorrow for another round where i will never be found

Softly the breeze flows through scented meadows
gentle sounds of water from the rivers
and haunting notes of music crescendos
in the distant background from the speakers

A cascading shower of climbing roses
she waits for her lover impatiently
over his lateness she agonizes
at last his footsteps coming hurriedly

He catches her up in his arms and spins
round and round until dizzy they both fall
her heart and emotions are now tailspins
she loves knowing it could lead to downfall

For to another one he is promised
yet he tells her that his heart belongs to her
she knows that he is a materialist
at first it had seemed a great adventure

Sighing she tells him that he must depart
his plans of her seduction now thwart

Wonder Tree

Like you, I change with the season...
like a shape-shifter...we seem to always alter our appearances
to fit the model...the design....
but unlike you,
I morph into a multitude of sentiments...
until only a mirage of my former self remains.

...now i am a stranger to you,
and even to myself.
...i close my eyes and wait... for the Change to come.

Gregory Sexton

Liquid Lines with Richard Lamoureux

His few liquid lines on solitary page
Lessons he's learned
Revealed with age
He is unsure if he should let them go
Yet onto the page they start to flow
They drip towards her
They call the Shadow
Beyond his reach
To another's mind
Within his words what will she find
It seems so hard
To lose control
Releasing a part of his inner soul

She accepts his gift
His words held within her hand
They are now hers
She takes command
If he lets her he will understand
Words create the shape of her mystical land

Losing control will help set him free
It's her path but their journey
Secrets to share and places to see

The thing about liquid
It can flow both ways
Shadow to light
Night to day
From her mind back to his own
Connected together they don't feel alone
Mystical discovery metaphorical hand
They bridge the distance they both understand

Led to her world of mystery
A blend of excitement some insanity
She offers strength with words she sings
These are but a few of the gifts she brings
Wondrous images sacred to her
Cause his rigid lines to begin to blur
Serenity and peace his spirit free
Within her Shadow she lets him be
Their minds now joined by silken strands
Strong and elegant she understands


A Shadowlam production.
Brought to you by Shadow Hamilton
and Richard Lamoureux.

Thank you Richard for your liquid lines
and for letting me join in the fun of cobbling
it together with you. It is a pleasure and honour
to write with you.

So Many special moments in my mind
for some of them I have really pined
remembering those I have left behind
I can recall with clarity those declined

Special places that became entwined
in the canvas of my mind now redefined
I revisit with glee places enshrined
and recall magical moments that unwind

Outlined in gold in my mind defined
I walk and recall the ones I refined
people lost with who I wish to rebind
recalling some for who I once repined

Our lives are full of memories, signed
and dated they rattle in the wind
flashing past so fast they become twined
and stay as I recall them all to my mind