

Sonnet of a Weary PhilosopherWith every leaf I write upon There lies an expression of truth. These words spoken will witness new dawns For these pages hold eternal youth.Sonnet of a Weary Philosopher
A testament of thought as they stand Needing only a touch of ink. Composing new worlds within my hand Concluding every idea I have to think.
Interpret these stories as you see fit For I only control the pen. But in these words live on my wits Among all the others I mix and blend.
Remember these words if you will But in these leaves are they forever instilled.


Rain WaltzAs droplets of rain have come and gone My eyes have caught the puddles That are spread across the land Created by the tears shed overhead Emerging now as mirrors, they reflect The images of gray that linger above These new mirages tell the story of Clouds in which they originated Being thrown down from the sky indiscriminately They dive freely towards the gravity of The world that their lives encircle Flying, yet swaying with the winds Until they crash with the surface Waiting for their next chance of freedom For only brief moments They defy the darknessRain Waltz


LoveLove is a burning ember Never vanishing or subsiding, So complex, yet a child can understand. It can not be touched, yet it touches hearts every day. Like the wind, it is invisible, but still can affect the world. Love is stronger than the elements, yet as gentle as the rose. Love is the Life Giver, embracing every soul. It never abandons people; people just sometimes forget it. Love can quiet a room in an instant Or make a man shot louder than a supernova. While sometimes broken, love always seems to fix itself. Like a Phoenix, new love rises when old love dies.Love


Blue Resting GroundsUp in the sky where he does sleep He wipes my tears away before I can weep For I know now the darkness of the black Raven But still, Brian sits in his silent blue haven His lips are closed, but he is not mute As his grave has grown powerful new roots Six feet under, his body may lie But I know the truth that he did not die For he lives as memories in pictures not yet to be lost I’ll find him in Heaven whatever the cost Shattered thoughts always bring me back to him He pours sunlight on my brow when my eyes grow dim His silence speaks to me louder than any sounds AsBlue Resting Grounds
Thanks for the
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With the beginning of the night rise, so is the end of those blue skies . . .
Thank you kindly for the fave.
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I wonder.
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With the beginning of the night rise, so is the end of those blue skies . . .
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I wonder.
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With the beginning of the night rise, so is the end of those blue skies . . .
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"The Devil knows more because he is old than because he is the Devil."
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