LAZARUS DREAMING

  

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• Tracing the past with apprehension
• Dreaming of Lazarus's unconscious form
• Sleeping, through slate gray days
• A broken reed, waiting for higher heaven
• Yesterday's enchantment is done
• Bringing the abolishment of darkness
• Mirror suddenly confronting truth
• Bold lines sketching elusive cycles
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• Overstating visions, passing wonders
• Inconstant butterfly gaining flight
• Writhing, mingling with deep radiance
• Spinning storms of scattered glories
• Light is walking here, smoldering quietly
• Shapes taking form among shadow
• Streaming sunlight, granting the impossible
• Wild inhabitants nurturing my true heart
• I have lived alone, inside dark cocoons
• Shimmering continuums, full of distant spires
• Devouring time, loudly mourning
• The thwarted gleam of true genius
• Tasting eternity's impassioned cadence
• My grievous wounds healed by pondering
• Enraptured moments I did not create
• This alchemy of wondrous things passing

Fool's Gold

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• Painted Sistine revelations, fool's gold
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• The fortress burns with wakefulness
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• Breathing fire upon the dust of gold
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• Waiting in silence, drifting upon a raft of sand
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• The rustling of empty clouds, calling
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• Divine, ecstatic pain like only god may know
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• Brought to the edge of immortal flame

Creation's Pawn

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• I am become creations pawn
• Restless rebel of earth and\ sky
• Streaking across the fields of light
• A silent breaking human heart
• Seranading the silvered stars
• Floating upon the sacred air
• The best of all that speaks to me
• The great songs of earth and sky
• The world is such a fragile space
• Where little birds laugh loud at kings
• A thousand blended morning mists
• Muttering breathless anxious trills
• Across valleys of hidden hope
• People of the emerging sun
• Re-energize the looming void
• Making space for the next age
• Worlds of eclectic golden sands
• Fresh land for holy citadels
• While lightning shakes the morning calm
• With cadenced heat of passion sung

THE LAUGHTER LIT FACE OF GOD

           
                                   

• Never forget your proud and wild soul
• Though pedestrian paupers beg to spoil
• Your wild infancy and  native good
• Heed not their feeble tyranny and live
• For they're stiff painted angels, fool's gold
• Silent forms that once held life's force
• Poetry, music, all art and philosophy
• Lost to their romance with expediency
• The true laughter lit face of god
•  Obscured behind a mask of sobriety
• Birds whose atrophied wings cannot fly
• Hate most of all those who highest soar
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•                                          Tony G.

MARIONETTE MAN

Marionette man rueful dancer

Spindly puppet of youthful gods
Twisting, turning, simulacrum
Play toy discarded long ago

Drifting in time like clouds swirling
Slackened strings , vacant eyes seeing
Only shadowed images,whispered dreams
Where are you puppet master?! O Where???

I long to feel life, though borrowed
Transmitted through my tensioned wires
With every subtle nuanced movement
My wooden heart reanimates

Master,my master,why have you forsaken me?
Your favored toy of youthful yesterdays
Wait! What's this? vibration? yes!YES!
Crying, leaping , I'm alive! I'm ALIVE!