The cloth

Striped markings on a cloth…
An identity
A tribe
A religion
A child marked for death,
Marked for life
A life marked for greatness,
Marked by God
A child’s swaddling cloth,
Now a Prince’s robe
And the hope of a people.


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I am…

I am
the darkness in the abyss,
the point of light in the sun.
I am
the feeling that you’ll miss
when feelings are undone.

I am
the void in the silence,
the scream in the noisy mob.
I am
the rich man’s dream,
the beggar that you rob.

I am
a drop in the ocean,
the grain in the sandstorm.
I am
the cold hard love
that wants to keep you warm.

 


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Look at me

Look at me,
don’t just see
my eyes that see you,
but beyond, into my soul
where I desperately need you.

Look at me,
see my lips
that long to kiss you,
taste your essence, your all
the sweet, the bitter, all you.

Look at me,
at my face,
and know that its true,
that in my heart is a hole
that’s a fit for only you.

 


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The dust settles, back upon the earth,
dry, barren, covering
the dried blood of the fallen;
For another’s ideals, we give our life,
alive, like a flower,
now scattered like its pollen.
By my brother’s side, we’ve fought through hell
killed, rejoiced, and in
another’s name, vied for victory;
Motes rest upon my open unseeing eyes,
but I will walk into Valhalla,
chosen by the Valkyrie.
Would that I could see her face again,
smiling, loving, but
she lives, and I must move on,
Until the day, when I shall be joined,
by her and the one
she raises, my boy, my son!

 


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Change is coming

A wind blows, chilly, fresh,
new scents upon it rides
a change is coming…

Hairs on end, crawling flesh,
winds before the tides,
a change is coming…

Embers glow, fires thresh,
the heat and chill divides,
a change is coming…

Fiery dawn, its life refreshed,
old and new collides,
a change is coming.

 


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