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This Blue Train
This Blue Train
tasting the sweet rain tracing down my face...
unitelligible sounds and benign utterances break the silence...
i watch the blue fog slowly move in,
penetrating each and every glance of mine eye...
the blue train slowly passes by ~
soon to chase away the distance between now and then....
acquiring rights of an assumed passenger ~
warming my feet within her cabin's frame,
passing in review before her porters and residents...I ask...
what will they see of me?
who will i let them see?
not me...
not now...
i want to ferry the passageways incognito....
empty and void is how i feel,
still warm to touch,
but too cold to feel...
like this blue train...
like this choking blue smoke...
like the blue cloak of the morning fog.
meloncholy is my mask and mood,
just now...
on this blue train.
gm sexton
tasting the sweet rain tracing down my face...
unitelligible sounds and benign utterances break the silence...
i watch the blue fog slowly move in,
penetrating each and every glance of mine eye...
the blue train slowly passes by ~
soon to chase away the distance between now and then....
acquiring rights of an assumed passenger ~
warming my feet within her cabin's frame,
passing in review before her porters and residents...I ask...
what will they see of me?
who will i let them see?
not me...
not now...
i want to ferry the passageways incognito....
empty and void is how i feel,
still warm to touch,
but too cold to feel...
like this blue train...
like this choking blue smoke...
like the blue cloak of the morning fog.
meloncholy is my mask and mood,
just now...
on this blue train.
gm sexton
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Posted: Jul 2017
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Mysteries of the Earth
Do you know that shade of red
Existed in any collage of colors
Pastels of fragrance flowers
Never really seem grey and red
Next to an ol' red squirrel
Busting through some autumn leaves
Busy in his own thoughts
Less weary than before
As the seasons change
His life for evermore
What has always been
Season by season begins
With greatness and birth
Why this season ever ends
Mysteries of the Earth
Existed in any collage of colors
Pastels of fragrance flowers
Never really seem grey and red
Next to an ol' red squirrel
Busting through some autumn leaves
Busy in his own thoughts
Less weary than before
As the seasons change
His life for evermore
What has always been
Season by season begins
With greatness and birth
Why this season ever ends
Mysteries of the Earth
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Posted: Sep 2017
About this poem:
Abstract of life.
no title
soul of colored houses
hearts on broken ships
friendship a shelters storm
the rays of light show again
for the gates of heaven
were only a passing cloud
hearts on broken ships
friendship a shelters storm
the rays of light show again
for the gates of heaven
were only a passing cloud
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Posted: Nov 2017
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hold me ,forever
The earth was formless for my unborn soul,
Which was in deep darkness of the deep sleep,
But with your talk, the faint whisper of rain,
You woke .........to open up my eyes.
Now like an eagle I can fly in this sky,
Which you created with colored hues for my soul.
Now I can see the blossoming grass,deep down,
to smell it like your fragrant curly hair.
In this sky of dreams,portrayed with your brush,
like a soaring eagle nurtured with golden rays
Ready to fade into the vanity of the puffy clouds
to fall as a dew drops into the depth of your soul
Even in the bleakness of the cold winter weather,
When lakes breaking into pieces with its subdued soul
Neither I can leave you..nor..forsake you
Even heaven enticed me with its bright eyes.
Which was in deep darkness of the deep sleep,
But with your talk, the faint whisper of rain,
You woke .........to open up my eyes.
Now like an eagle I can fly in this sky,
Which you created with colored hues for my soul.
Now I can see the blossoming grass,deep down,
to smell it like your fragrant curly hair.
In this sky of dreams,portrayed with your brush,
like a soaring eagle nurtured with golden rays
Ready to fade into the vanity of the puffy clouds
to fall as a dew drops into the depth of your soul
Even in the bleakness of the cold winter weather,
When lakes breaking into pieces with its subdued soul
Neither I can leave you..nor..forsake you
Even heaven enticed me with its bright eyes.
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Posted: Sep 2017
Post CommentGreat as a Gentle King
When only the wind blows...
Hard do the chimes ring
When only the cold froze...
Silence do the birds sing
When only the frost grows...
On glass ‘round its fringe
When only the time goes...
Sharpened by a bell’s ting
When only the embers glow...
Warm as home fires bring
When only hearts know...
Comfort found and cling
When only love prepose...
For all hopes take a wing
When only peace repose...
Great as a gentle king
Hard do the chimes ring
When only the cold froze...
Silence do the birds sing
When only the frost grows...
On glass ‘round its fringe
When only the time goes...
Sharpened by a bell’s ting
When only the embers glow...
Warm as home fires bring
When only hearts know...
Comfort found and cling
When only love prepose...
For all hopes take a wing
When only peace repose...
Great as a gentle king
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Posted: Dec 2017
About this poem:
Abstract on the Christmas message.......Someday Shadows
I was cast in shadows of doubts
Where I would stand in winter woods
Surrounded by these long straight bars
Stretching majestically away from the sun
So that standing behind each tall bare tree
Rising right high over me or under me
Not always knowing which direction
Will leads me home or away to darkness
And as always light should follow me
Shining path I will follow along the way
Where I would stand in winter woods
Surrounded by these long straight bars
Stretching majestically away from the sun
So that standing behind each tall bare tree
Rising right high over me or under me
Not always knowing which direction
Will leads me home or away to darkness
And as always light should follow me
Shining path I will follow along the way
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Posted: Dec 2017
About this poem:
Inside and outside my shadow.Outside my broken window
Outside my broken window, the light begins to fade ...
at least that's how the evening tide makes it seem...
I look into my closed mind ,
to see if I can walk the night ...
to bridge the gap ,
to keep close to me ,
the warm, life giving light...
I look outside my window broken ...
and what remains of this life ...
kneading and treading the old paths,
cognizant and privy to the new ....
with a measure of heart,
standing...
with shields of Faith,
Hope and Love,
I will traverse the landscapes before me,
those paths most welcome...and those not.
gs
at least that's how the evening tide makes it seem...
I look into my closed mind ,
to see if I can walk the night ...
to bridge the gap ,
to keep close to me ,
the warm, life giving light...
I look outside my window broken ...
and what remains of this life ...
kneading and treading the old paths,
cognizant and privy to the new ....
with a measure of heart,
standing...
with shields of Faith,
Hope and Love,
I will traverse the landscapes before me,
those paths most welcome...and those not.
gs
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Posted: Feb 2018
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sculpture in mind
glass visage
marine green
...
load
...
cube
...
iron
...
load
...
cube
...
iron
...
burnt bronze
marine green
...
load
...
cube
...
iron
...
load
...
cube
...
iron
...
burnt bronze
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Posted: Jan 2018
About this poem:
Thinking about a bust
Attainable Sun, Contrivance and Plumb
Patient and yearning,
suffering and resolving,
Be slow and balance thy rites o` magus;
herein let the wand caress the countenance of the cup,
lo in sign by seal twas the disc revealed;
entwined serpent`s festoon,
a scarab doth adjure it`s boon risen as the sun,
tis thy house consecrated unto all lands.
suffering and resolving,
Be slow and balance thy rites o` magus;
herein let the wand caress the countenance of the cup,
lo in sign by seal twas the disc revealed;
entwined serpent`s festoon,
a scarab doth adjure it`s boon risen as the sun,
tis thy house consecrated unto all lands.
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Posted: Feb 2018
About this poem:
this is about the works of the minor arcana, and the adept of the Magus further committed unto the great work of alchemy.Emerald green
Her auburn locks,her eyes of emerald green.
She lives deep in the emerald full of glistening leaves of emerald green.
Blessed on the eyes is she.
The tulips of spring under the windmills of Holland match for thee.
Oh ye evoke first love of my teens.
She lives deep in the emerald full of glistening leaves of emerald green.
Blessed on the eyes is she.
The tulips of spring under the windmills of Holland match for thee.
Oh ye evoke first love of my teens.
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Posted: Apr 2018
About this poem:
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