Prometheus1 Poetry (11)

In lofty dreams I prayed to meet an angel from a glade

When she oftened appeared I couldn't recognize her beyond her supple veneer

I always believed she was unattainable unavailable and still to this day its true
Yet she always seems to reveal herself with something new

Many flowers of the field dance to their rhythm as their hearts seem to belong to another song

The message they sing is always the same ring
They say rise up old fool
there is still time to build if you just pick up the tools

My beloved angel in whom I know all too well she tells me the same story I must enjoy paving my road to Hell

Yet she offers many options to change my course as she invites me to ride on her horse

Nothing can anyone do until the fool is willing to let go of the old and walk into the new

A fool dances to his folly watch him about to fall as he leaps to nowhere and he seems so jolly to his call

A queen of his dreams holds her cup of love but, the fool ponders the wine inside
as he knows he must drink of the knowledge she provides

While the knight within he must become, to take up his sword in honor of his lord
To fight his demons of his own accord
The moon shines the way to his dismay
As the star holds his hope

Come the dawn the sun reveals his light as his truth comes in sight

The Wiseman standing upon the mountain he holds the lamp lighting the way to the camp

A staff of power is given to hold in times of trouble
No longer can the fool live in a bubble

There will be time enough to count the coin to offer the ferryman

There is still much to do before the bell tower rings
Listen carefully to the angels sing

The priestess holds his essence in her hand
waiting to give the fool all he will ever need

First he must be bold to take his rightful place upon a king's throne to earn the respect of his queen and her home

Until the fool stops chasing empty dreams life will pass him by in endless streams

Come the day death shall take him and the reaper shall come for what is due nobody will be there to save him from his demise he grew.

I walked blindly in the night
with no hope of seeing spiritual light

Until my beloved appeared with her insight

She called unto me so lovingly
"Come my beloved take my hand walk with me and let me show you your plight

My beloved, you are quite clever in your search for love
Yet, often refuse to see, it all comes from the heavens above

You think you can choose beauty and what may appeal
Yet, refuse to accept that which can heal

You design an ideal image of what may seem real
Yet, true love and beauty is often concealed

You chase after dreams yet, not everything you see flows so gently down the streams

Your search for truth always questioning the proof
It could hit you on the side of your head and still you cry alone in your bed

My beloved I come to you in many beautiful forms I try to reach you that don't follow the norms
In your stubborn denial I still come to you in my usual style

You ask for my guidance and you place false hindrance to your own demise then push away the truth for a song and dance

Yet, its only a matter of time you come crying and whining with your thoughts of me sublime

Such a fool you are like a shooting star I know who you are

Yet, do you know who I am when you are stuck in a jam?
You call unto me with your songs of joy and misery
Asking for meaning to life's mysteries
You cry unto me for all the ills of the world you made in the hope that love will not fade

How many times when convenient you forgot about me but, suddenly remember with life's adversities?

I could send you many in my behalf and offer you a rod or staff
Yet, in your stubborn ways you still walk in a haze

Just remember I am always here for you til the end of days

Captured moments within each embrace
I yearn to touch and kiss your face

Stolen moments we play the chase
Your beauty I cannot erase

Seldom moments do we get along as we bicker with our song
In the end we decide who is right or wrong

Subtle moments of emotional connection we see our truth in a different perception

Lost moments to touch your heart I see us drifting apart

Cherished moments when we loved with lust
we did what was right and just

Wishful moments they all would come back without
having to attack

Temporary moments of loss of love we eventually turn to one another like turtledoves

A single moment love can blossom as a single moment
hate can destroy

A moment to say I love you
can save the sick and dying
A moment to wipe away a tear
can dispel our fear

A moment to change our mind to think a better way
could lead us to a better day.

In a blind pursuit of forgotten dreams
I lay to rest upon a mountain beside silver streams

There was a day I believed and thought I could not be deceived
It was just a matter of how life was perceived

Today I sit in darkness watching the sands of time slip away so gracefully across the dunes while the eagle sings his tune Looking upon the horizon there is a distant sea perhaps filled with legends and tales of mystery

Time waits for no one yet seems to be for all eternity when looking at the stars as we sit to count our emotional scars

Love touches all with its gentle healing call
Yet, often is misunderstood and causes many to rise and fall

A fool says in his heart he preaches his undying love and will stand by you til death you part
Yet, a mere shift in the spiritual winds he chases after his folly while counting his sins

How much must a fool lose from his own ruse that nobody is no longer amused?

When all is no longer funny and life is not so sweet as honey and the days are not so sunny

There comes a time of self reflection and introspection
and to account for one's personal affections to those we call friend

Those who are hardest on us the most care more than we can measure because they see our true hidden treasure

For all who seek but, never seem to find while they perceive life as so unkind
Perhaps where the problem lies
is where we focus our eyes and mind as we continue the same old grind

Yet, if we tend to grow tired of crying the same old song that has fallen to deaf ears
perhaps we must focus more in wiping away the tears and put away our fears and work harder for better years

Nobody owes us love nor is it given for free
There is a price to pay to walk into the ferry as the boatman silently laughs to our demise while we ponder where we will be led to stay for the rest of our lives

Though we all have something in common that keeps us human
We all came into this life pretty much the same way
We all will have to leave it one day

The time in-between we must make it count regardless of how the games are played
The question we must ask is how do we want to be remembered when we enter the eternal slumber?

An angel from afar who shines
like a star
I ponder who you are

I see your beauty that shines
like the sun
Your wisdom is spoken with
your tears of joy and pain
they are but, my summer rain.

Though we may be oceans apart I feel your beating heart

To walk in shame or regret
tis' better we learn to let go
and forget

Yet, its your beauty I see and you can't take away that from me.

We can foolishly wear our heart on our sleeve only to find it is not our reality

Beloved in whom I'm well pleased, there is time to change your mind so she said
unto me

As you spend your life in turmoil and strife of seeking
an impossible dream
Look not what is unattainable
but, what is right in front of thee as you drift upon the eternal stream

Seek not what is fleeting that the winds blow in for a season
Everything comes to you for a reason inasmuch as its taken away for it no longer serves you today

Look upon true values within yourself and others, for what and who we hold as true
is a reflection of who we call sister or brother from our point of view

Though you may call me your angel from afar I am just a mere reflection of who you really are

For all who seek the truth of self and the universal law of love
Look high above when you see the dove

Know that I am with thee and by your side there is nothing you can hide

What we think we can keep hidden in the dark
The light eventually shines to offer its truthful spark

To hold your grievances against your sister and brother and whom you call friend is just a temporary idea that will eventually come to an end.

The day shall come when we wipe the tears and do away our fears to let the healing begin and know we are forgiven no matter the sin.

Look for the angel within everyone you meet and you will find yourself in relationships complete

I walk within your shadow
among the dark hidden hallow of your love

Blindly I walk through the night looking for your light
I cannot see anymore
I lost my sight

To you my beloved across the shimmering sea I am nothing but, a hardened cold memory

Too many years
of bitter tears
we have shed
within an empty bed

The cold silent air drifting within our winter's lair has become the only thing left we have to share

Though we may welcome the
warmth of our fire and lustful
desires
They are but, distant dreams being washed away within
silver streams

It's been a grand journey and experience
as my mind and heart has been changed with your brilliance and radiance

Yet, today I come to embrace the darkness as I see your hand gently slip away

I am falling apart in disarray
there no more hands reaching to catch me as I watch my life pass like grains of sand through your hands

Though I played too many emotional games that drove you insane
I get what I deserve as justice
ordains

No more reason to complain
It's just a time to refrain
to let the healing begin
from the constant pain

One can only forgive just so much
there comes a time when one needs to put away the memories upon the hutch

It's time for new beginnings
and let the past slip away
to welcome a new day

A time for new loves and new thoughts to embrace and wipe away the tears from our face

In a uncertain world today there are many new possibilities
and responsibilities

To stand once again and spread our wings to allow hope be a new song we sing

Better days ahead and maybe better suited partners filling our beds.

Though it seems for some they may think their game is over
Its only a spring cleaning
of the old self when we shall stumble upon that 4 leaf clover

May the winds of change lift us to brighter horizons
I shall meet my beloved once again upon calmer seas and a comforting breeze.

Oh the sight sound and taste of love
It touches us like a dove

There is a reason the dove has wings
It flies into our hands and touches us for a moment
and offers its song to sing

It then flies away as free as it came often leaving much pain
It can overcome us like a thunderous storm
and fill us with things fuzzy and warm

Yet, it also has its illusions which leads us to confusion
Its scars can last a lifetime
Or paint a picture with rose color shades with brushes of empty affections and its imperfections.

See how we chase after a dream of love and hope
Yet, sometimes one can rush too much too fast and feel like a dope

They say anything worthwhile is worth the wait. Yet how long must some wait to seal their fate?

How many can often be so blind they dont see the signs.
Fools tend to push away what may be in front of them for a different flavor they think will do them a favor

There comes that moment in it's time of torment
the fool looks deeper into the pool
And what does he see but his own false perception of self
as he laments upon a stool
Taking sips of consolation in his isolation

Each and every day it seems to be getting harder to fulfill one's desires.
Yet, the question the fool must ask to his task is his intentions true and noble?

If our task is to find the barriers and excuses we create against what we seek are we sometimes afraid to take a peek?

Has some become so bitter and cold and just got so set in their ways feeling cranky and old?

Whatever happened to joys of childhood when there was a time when all that mattered was baseball and icecream

Now all the fool hears are sounds of moaning and groaning of his own doing
along with silent screams and his broken dreams

Today the fool just sits in his rocking chair safe upon the porch watching life pass him by like a summer breeze
as he takes his last wheeze

The illusions of love they play clever tricks as the magician dazzles the audience with beauty and hope
For some let us be mindful of truth and illusion of love before we lose sight of the dove.

Only a fool would believe in a dream
As she comes to him upon silver streams

Only a fool sees such beauty
as he sings her a song because he feels it's his duty

Only a fool is often blind not to see her smile is selectively kind
Only a fool creates an image of his beloved in his mind

Only a fool is stupid enough to believe in such beautiful eyes
Yet cannot discern between truth and lies

Only a fool often deceives himself when he is only seeing the binder of the book upon a shelf

Only a fool accepts surface knowledge without delving deeper to the heart
often by doing so he is finished before he even starts

Only a fool hears his own song and nobody is listening anymore because they heard his same old story for too long

Only a fool refuses to heed to the wisdom blowing in the summer breeze
For he is too busy crying and whining for his beloved to appease

Only a fool is too stupid to see his beloved never left him out in the cold to freeze
Yet, he left her in tears to chase other foolish dreams

Only a fool indeed long after it's too late he has sealed his fate
There are no more chances to fix what is broken all the fool has left is a token

Only a fool never seems to learn no matter how smart he thinks he is
Love is like sand that pours out of a sieve
It rains its beauty for a moment like water to help the fool live
When its all gone there is no more to give.

Beloved of my dreams
Your love fills the streams
that flow from your channel like honey and cream

Thy fullness and ripeness of
your fruit that glistens of the morning dew
Tis' the season of spring where bluebirds sing

Your scent fills my every breath
I shudder within, pondering your essence
For it reminds me of your truth of your presence

Fair maiden of spring where do I begin to measure your beauty while flowers dance
in a ring
that you may know you are blessed by heaven where angels sing

With a tender kiss of your warmth butterflies dance to their freedom you give
to remind them their reason to live

Your love drips a sticky flow within your petals as your nectar feeds life to hungry bees
As they shake the fragrant dust like fairies to ensure all is fed with the rhythm of the breeze

How I long awaited from the cold of the snow to see you again watching your love grow

I long for your smell and crave your taste yea I know you come not in haste but, in patience to not allow anything to go to waste

For when the spring rain showers its light
The heavens declare when the timing is right

For all who wait for the kingdom come as the prince of peace brings healing to the earth with a gentle embrace
perhaps we all shall meet our beloved face to face

Now that you are gone
I hear your song
Now that I pushed you away
for no apparent reason
I still see your loving ray
with every summer season

Your truth sings like a bird in a meadow
it lights the darkness within the shadows

Though with fear and doubt I walk in my arrogance
and deny my ignorance
there sits a flower in a garden
as she sings and plays her song

Always reminding me the love she has to offer
and her truth is not always wrong

She comes to me in many guises much like an angel
with silver wings as I watch her fly within her magical machine

Her message is often the same no matter what mask she wears or thought she bears

She stands bold like a warrior princess
Her sword cuts through the bone
Her beauty is all I need to atone

I failed to see so many times
how much love she has I dont really deserve her for my many crimes

It's so sad to think she lives so far from me in a far away land by the sea
I see her riding upon a golden stallion she wears a silver medallion a symbol of her truth as she sees me

Its but a mirror to see our reflection of a one time affection we once had that was to last for all eternity

Unfortunately it has become obscured and clouded with my stupidity

Oh they say there is time and hope to fix what appears to be broken for a small token
All is not lost even for a minor cost

A choice is presented to let go of past regrets
To see only the present is all we have as time begets

Or to be lost forever in a glass seeing it either half empty or full stuck over who broke the rule

If I could paint a vision of beauty and truth to decorate
the heavenly skies they would be your dreamy eyes
Oh but what brush shall I use to your muse?

If I could build a temple in honor of your dimples when you smile
What material would be best to fashion your style?

If I were to sculpt your succulence I could never perfect it as well as who shaped you previously in your opulence

Though you may have your own vision of self image
What you may not see another can paint a tapestry to fill a museum of your beauty

We all come in many shapes and colors as we can physically see the basics
Yet, can anyone paint the myriad of hopes and dreams
tucked away inside our hearts that may have or not come true?
As we watch our days pass by like a rippling stream

Can we see the lines that mark our times of joy and sorrow painted on our face and still see the beauty to embrace?
Have we become so bitter dancing in our litter that we
have forgotten our true selves exhausted from the race?

When I think of you dancing in the morning dew as the flowers unfold to praise you

When I see the oceans crash about I think of your pretty little pout
As I feel the pains of old age creeping in and ponder my life with doubts

I see my beloved reaching for my hand as she leads me to the promised land.