Yornoc Poetry (3)

The Dream

Constantly he is agitated
His heart throbs with anxiety
The desire within seeks freedom
But alas! It is chained by internal troubles
Doubts and fears rule his mind
Depression and turmoil steal his time
Yet within greatness seeks expression
The dream within never dies
The dream is fought by valiant foes
Spears and darts his enemies throw
The dream is trivialized & criticized
Yet the dream within never dies
Wealth is not his obsession
Fame to him is merely a delusion
Oh! How the dream longs for expression
The dream within never dies
Those he looked to turn from him
Gripped with pain his soul sinks within
Days, weeks, months passed
He grows gaunt, so thin
The dream within never dies
Society, family, friends misunderstand,
Imposing another dream upon the man
Confused he is tricked to believe the lie
Discontented he wished for wings to fly in the sky
The dream within never dies
The dream arrests his passions
Fighting against doubts, fear and rejection
Underestimated by his powerful foes
The dream inflicts awesome blows
The dream within never dies
The dream fights because the man fights
The dream is determined because the man is determined
The dream triumphs because the man wills to triumph
The dream within never dies
Critics discourage its aspirations
Doubters misjudge its potential
Yet the dream they cannot take from him
It was his, is his, will always be his
It is within, indestructible, of his nature
The dream within never dies
In death he is silent
In death his dream speaks
It will always be spoken of, remembered, respected
It will always inspire
The dream within never dies
The dream is his purpose,
His destiny, resting on his giftedness
It is his potent passion drawing upon his skills
It is the seed, the bloom, the fruit
The harvest of his purpose and existence
Never fear, dare to dream
Achievers are dreamers
The dream within never dies.

Let me feel the tenderness of your lips
As I cup your peaks in my hand
My love how I long for you
Long to hold you in my hands
Your appearance is like gold most precious
Glittering in my eyes
How I love to look upon you,
For you my heart cries
Of all the women on the earth
I find no one as true as you
What you are to me I am to you
You will never find another like me
I will never find another like you
Are you not the apple of my eye?
Am I not the fire in your heart?
We both long for death
Before we will ever part!
Son, get a grip of your mind
Bridle your thoughts
Are these not the words of a fool?
Waste not the love of your heart
There she goes along, do you know her thoughts?
Has she proclaimed you the apple of her eye?
Or greater, the fire in her heart?
Some think in clouds and speak in smoke
Not knowing their own thoughts
Nor what the ancients spoke
Stirring up passion, not knowing,
It is pain they invoke
Sun-strokes kill, yet the sun gives life
Flames destroy, yet fire gives warmth and light
Such is love, that it must be governed by wisdom
Only give what is returned
Reciprocate what has been given
Better to dwell in the desert,
Worse, to abide in the paradise of fools.

Heart Woes
The heart is cold in the presence
of loneliness
Searching for acceptance and meaning
Its deprived of rest
In the cold the heat of anger
makes it nest
Nurtured by evil thoughts
exacerbated by stress
Surrounded by many but
still all alone
The silent heart cries because
its all alone.