sonnets

Some sonnets for those who like such things...

To ramble sans thought and direction
To rant as the waxen one wanes
While blue creeps towards brighter complexion
To play all these simpleton's games
It is the core of our precious fabled acent
Towards softer days and deathbeds
The source of the old man's receding lament
That illution prospers in our heads
I am, I think, I feel, I see! Ambitions
And in recounting nature's symmetry absorbed
We play old fantasies again before our vision
While quietly the owned becomes the lord
Like foolish beasts we're chasing our own tails
And undisturbed, our ignorance prevails

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To greater deeds my rampant mind strays
Than those here fore my eyes
In fear I cringe from the chaos of this space
And hide behind fevered lies
To have endured the eyes of truth's harsh mistress
In a fleeting stolen gaze
Ensnares and binds hearts to yearning distress
Absolved only in her face
But stolen glances count for naught
And neither does given name
Unless you can look sans tainted thought
And let her do the same
Now carnal lust this ancient truth obscures
And finding it takes more than simple words

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From where does this illution come its way
That favored is the mute tranquility
For peace, or so the wisest of us say
In appearance of assured humility:
We gather stones and and shoulder our rights
And shed blood in hopes of bloodfeud's mending
Cowards flee from fear by fighting frights
Their brutal courage but unchecked fear's pretending
From where, then within does his conviction rise
To give away in abundance such confidence
And stand brightly lit by a thousand eyes
And know in heart's heart that his truths are of nonscience
Nonsense is the newer word for yours
To press gold to bosom and bosoms to floors

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Who's the greater fool in games of love and hate,
The rejected hearts that feel the biting fee?
The price paid by all who stand too late,
When to take action choses what is meant to be.
Or, perhaps, the heart that climbs from thirsty desperation,
Up the legs of statues long since erected?
To conqer and to reap, not love, but admiration
Long by greed his heart's true quest neglected
Or maybe it's the selfless loving few
That must stand to face this angry ridicule?
For what they preach and hold in hearts for true
Denying themselves all carnal love's fuel
All are fools who'd rather reach for love to take it
Than yield and let themselves by love be taken

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Oh wicked god, I wish I knew you by name!
So I could call you out from obscuring shade
Far and wide I'd spread your blackend fame
And thus, myself, in your service be a blade
Though I strive to break your brutal rule
And replace by ideology your duty's weight
My noble intent is by you made a tool
And my battle is by my own code forfeit
By what power then, can I claim better judgement
Than those I stand in arms to overthrow?
When every shift has this wicked involvement
From a god whom all claim that only we know
In mankinds needing name your fruits we reap
And claim divinity where sin runs deep

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Long have we praised the genious self proclaimed
Of our own great deeds and devices
By the shores of blissfull oblivion we ranged
And now, as the full moon rises
We gather in scores to pray, as is demanded
Yet wide is the chasm 'tween our will and word
True to the brand, and by our own creed branded
Behind searing pain's cry all truth is unheard
This is how at last we forgot our mother
Nature's willful miracle that put us forth
In ignorance we brothers wound eachother
Thus diminishing our own work's worth
Because every allowance gains its weight in trust
And by this burden's span, mountains are but dust


Thanks for reading my poems