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"This Dance"

If there were days enough...
I would learn this Dance,
to dance with you.

The floodlight from the east...
slowing rises from the depths of the ocean.

like Icarus - we ascend to the heavens,
like Icarus - only to fall to the earth again...
and again.

This is my dream...
our feet shifting the dust,
ancient and coarse,
cold and splintered planks, worn and true...
do they selfishly hide the passion and words from years past?
Or simply crude constructs of oak...and yew.

Another stage to attend Sir Will!
where genius rings true...
and the plagiarist is found and scorned.

Gnostic flames (our path embellished)
illuminate our face,
certain to displace the darkest of shadows...
while leaving enough to hide our scars,
and portend any claim to grace.

This is the Dance,
when steps and twists and turns,
left us both to chance,
and we knew the Light never to leave...
while the wax and wick....contorts, spits and burns.
Much like this Dance....

gms
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Far-Far away in a dark forest so deep
A little violet awoke from its long winter’s sleep
Slowly lifting its head up towards the sky
To see all the migrating birds fly by

Thinking and wishing wistfully at times sighing
To be a bright yellow beautiful dandelion
Basking in the lovely warm sunshine
Instead of in the deep dark shade of the pine

To be bold and out in the open for all to see
Instead hiding in the forest under all the trees
Then suddenly it heard a great powerful noise
Peeking out it saw a machine pushed by a boy

Moving across a lawn cutting all in its path
And suddenly the little violet was feeling very glad
That it was in the forest hid away from all
As it watched the beautiful yellow dandelions fall

Whatever created humans made THE indefensible mistake
inexplicable inhumanity strongly suggest hope's at stake
Many compassionate people indubitably epitomize good
propensity for evil reason humanity should've never stood

Under ruthless Dictators millions throughout history died
1st Commandment should've been prohibition of Genocide
Still today Slaughterer's of human life avoid paying a price
torturing the demonic leaders would actually be too nice

Why aren't these savages forcibly removed from there thrown
what does it say about a humane race allowing horrors known
Unjust human suffering keeps my heart and soul dripping tears
'Wrong' has taken the place of 'Right' throughout my years

This unfair, loathsome life I wish was indicative of worth
from my demoralized soul "I utterly detest mankind's birth"

When things are rough,
You’re in a trough,
Your mind is screaming,
Help !

The days seem long,
You don’t belong,
You think you’re dreaming,
Black !

The world’s gone mad,
It all looks bad,
You’re in the centre,
Sad !

Look to heaven,
It’s a given,
Unload your weight,
Great !

True God is near,
No need to fear,
He hears all whispers
Said.

Life is not bad,
Sometimes yes, sad,
Take up the right side,
Fight !

Fight for the Light.
Fight for what’s right.
So when time’s up
You cede gently.

You’ve done your part,
And that's a start,
To know you’re .... not
Alone.

Maybe humans realized themselves they had "Free Will"
also concluded common sense depicts what is or isn't real
Some god didn't give humans the ability to exhaust voice
human Brain houses 'Will' needed to make every choice

Again I vehemently declare life's NOT some precious 'Gift'
it's synonymous with crippling pain keeping us morally adrift
People can die from a broken heart I believe to be true
it unfortunately appears to be the process I'm going through

"The Left's" incessant BIG LIE 'guns are the culprit'
they're playing blind or relish role of ignorant shit
Dems justify minorities dismantling Nation we live in
America pledges "In God We Trust" but facilitate sin

Evil certainly behind the birth of noise known as Rap
incoherent mouthing off isn't 'music' it's immoral Crap
The damage caused since it's origin we can't measure
for inducing societal decay thugs are rewarded treasure

Americas' deemed worlds Beacon of Hope by most
indubitably fact but it's arrogant to incessantly boast
The hypocrisy in our defunct world is immeasurable
speaking TRUTH on the brink of not expressible

Such a lovely time when sweet lilacs bloom
Exploding in crimson and violet hues
Oh how lovely is her strong perfume

Such a lovely time when songbirds sing
Before the last night’s stars fade
Before the first morning bells ring

Such a lovely time when egg shells fall
Patterned and spottled white and brown
From branches high above the ground

Such a lovely time what we call spring
When the sunlight glistens in the dew
All noise and smells that new life brings

(c) Yankee4you 2018

did you remeber when we had our first date, did you remember when you said you want to go home and then pulled you closet to ma chest and told you my heart is your home , and then you smilled and told me you are not jus my home you are my world.

My love for you is a sweet, yet bitter contradiction,
I want to meet you but I don't want to see you, your beauty will blind me!
I want to fall in love with you, but I want to let you go,
I want to kiss you, but I'm afraid to miss you,
I want to embrace you, but I don't want you to melt like sweet butter on me,
I want to look into your eyes, but I'm afraid to drown in your gaze,
I want to send you flowers, but I'm afraid they will wilt away and die,
I want to hold your soft hands but then to watch you slip away,
So my darling,
I can't love you, for if I do, I will never stop,
If I Love you, I will love you incredibly, amazingly, just too much,
If I Love you too much, I will suffocate you,
If the power and depth of my Love suffocates you,
then you can't breathe,
If you can't breathe, then I will lose you,
If I lose you, then I CAN'T live anymore,
So my darling,
I''m sorry, I can't Love you.

Reflections of your light, leads the way
Open eyes, gives life a better day
Warm emotions give positive sight
Allowing smiles, to shine bright

Natural welcome, instant inner glow
Good feelings, through universe flow
Faith abundance, comes with joy
Smile as a child, with favourite toy

When special needs, are fulfilled
Layers of protection, are peeled
Exposing hope, and love to all
When special friends, come to call

My 100th poem - and my last billet doux,*
(And please don't take my writing for granted);-
There's more I could tell you - and some that is new;-
(Though lust over love has been oft been supplanted).
Where poesy (it seems) appeals to the few;-
(There's a lot to say about things that I once did);-
And never has there been a much truer word,
Than what I've writ now in front of the World.

Though how can I say it's my last billet doux;-
What hope have I got,- when such are my failings?
Thus under my pen, my verse blooms anew;-
To describe my young self in emotional railings.
Well it's true (as a young man) I did go askew,
And my life was far; - far from plain sailing;-
So then, please excuse this my biopic;-
In which I write on various topics.

So I find it can't be my last billet doux,
(Merely a break, or a quiet hiatus);-
Should I go and hide from the World, and it's view;-
Or write and describe some more of my coitus?
It's hard to believe it would cause much ado,
In this graphic life, where half the World hates us;-
When really I write of the "damage done";-
And the abuse that made me an "orphan."

It's not that I here write with self-pity,
It's more that I say here God "please explain"
Or maybe a tale of "sin and the city",
And human potential that's gone down the drain.
I write not to seem too clever, nor witty,
(In fact behind lies emotional pain)
Of a type that's quite hard to comprehend;-
So I think that it's Karma, and death's not the End.

So what must I do to repay the sins,
That were likely acquired in many past lives?
When life's credits roll up,- will it say "fin";-
Or at this juncture, does my energy survive?
Well, I must go on;- and to live is to win,
To spite them, and say:- "hey I'm still alive";-
And like the Phoenix, fly above the Narcissist,-
Who can't triumph, in all his cruel self-interest.


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